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, Flag Girl/Lydia Wills, and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

This is a novel length story. I have already completed it.

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MS AMERICANA: REVERSAL OF FORTUNES, PART 3

By Dark One

CHAPTER 3

Brenda parked her red Ferrari in the secret underground garage deep beneath Wade Manor. They had spent the afternoon and early evening cruising the nightclub district Lydia would work that night. A schedule was agreed upon, how long she would work each club. Since they tangled with the white slavers, Lydia should be able to recognize them. Of course, there was nothing to say that the men they fought were the only members of the gang. So she would keep her eyes and ears sharp and stay alert at all times.

She led Lydia to the elevator and they soon found themselves in the hidden chambers behind their bedroom suites. Each of them had a secret entrance from their closets into the set of rooms they used to change into their super heroine personas. The hidden rooms also contained top of the line computers with the best crime solving software money could buy. In addition, over the years Ms Americana had secretly placed many tiny cameras throughout the city, especially in the red light districts and other high crime areas. That way she could record daily activities and work up a strategy to combat crime and criminals in those areas.

Neither woman hesitated.

Brenda immediately pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her lacy black bra. Next, she kicked off her shoes and unzipped. Her tight jeans didn’t come off easily, but they came off. Then Lydia stepped up and unfastened her bra for her. Pulling the bra off, she felt her titanic tits drop and bounce. The cool air coming from the overhead vents felt good on her naked skin.

“Thanks. Turn around,” Brenda said, only wearing a black silk thong now. She unfastened Lydia’s bra and watched as the beautiful teenager tossed her red bra atop her own dressing table. Lydia’s nineteen year old body was tight and firm. Her 36D’s rode high and proud, with perfectly defined pink nipples and silky smooth skin. The cool air made her nipples slightly erect. “Have you decided what you are going to wear tonight?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been planning my outfit in my head for hours,” Lydia said, giggling. “I’m quite excited about going undercover. You’ve never let me do anything like this before.”

Brenda seized both of Lydia’s upper arms and turned her around so that they faced each other. Lydia looked up into her mentor’s face with big blue eyes full of trust. Brenda tried to remain firm. She felt the top of Lydia’s breasts brush against the bottom of her own. It felt nice.

“This is not a game, Lydia. This is deadly serious business,” she said. “Remember Hilary. If we fail, then Hilary’s fate could easily become yours.”

Lydia’s eyes widen slightly. She took a deep breath, causing her tits to rise up and press into Brenda’s 38Gs. Then she nodded and smiled weakly.

“Don’t worry, Ms A,” she said, and winked. “I’ve been trained by the best.”

Heart full of love and friendship, Brenda leaned over and they embraced. Both women clutched desperately at the other, their hug tight and filled with emotion. Neither was conscious of the pleasant feel of their two sets of large, naked breasts pressed together.

“You be extra careful tonight,” Brenda said as they pulled way, still holding hands.

“Okay. I’ll be careful,” she laughed.

They parted. Brenda went over to the dressing area with her costumes. She had about twenty versions of her current costume. Over the years she had tweaked her red, white and blue bikini costume. Times changed, and her tastes changed. And, as time rolled on her bikinis got skimpier and skimpier, because it was necessary to expose more and more flesh to capture a man’s eyes nowadays.

The wall was covered with framed photos of her in all the different versions of her costume, accepting awards, posing with celebrities and powerful politicians, and even a few action shots that lucky news photographers had taken of her in the act of capturing vile criminals. The latter were her favorites.

Brenda sat down on a red, silk upholstered chair and reached for her boots. The red boots with the five inch stilettos, gold star on the side and white “racing” stripe up the front and across the top were fabulously expensive Jimmy Choo boots.

Standing, she picked up her red white and blue bikini bottoms. She leaned over and stepped into them carefully, then pulled them up her long legs and tugged them into place. Then looking in the full-length mirror, she carefully adjusted them so that everything was covered. They were so skimpy she could easily find herself exposed in the most intimate of places if not careful. The press and her detractors would love to see a photo of her with some pubic hair peeking out or her costume askew and showing her labia or nipples.

Then she picked up her strapless bikini top and pulled the cups together in front. After carefully fastening the snap, she fluffed, pushed and pulled her tits until they were displayed perfectly. Her costume left nothing to the imagination, but kept the all important spots covered. After all, she was a role model of young women the world over.

Next, Brenda tied a blue satin choker around her long, slender throat. A golden star decorated the choker, centered on her throat. With that done, she placed the golden tiara upon her head, carefully arranging her silky black hair around it. Then came the dangling red star earrings.

The emerging super heroine stopped to look herself over.

Meanwhile, Lydia started with a red satin thong, to which she added a lacy black garter belt. She sat on her blue silk chair and pulled on black silk hose with a seam up the back, which were attached to the hanging garters. Next, she zipped on a pair of Jimmy Choo calf boots -- shiny black with silver buckles and sky high stilettos. Then she covered her well-rounded hips with a black leather mini so short the top of her hose were exposed when she sat down. After that, she slipped into a skin tight, lacy red bustier. If you looked real close, you could barely see her nipples through the translucent fabric. The bustier was fastened closed up her spine by a wealth of tiny little hooks like found on a bra.

“Ms A, could you help me?” she asked sweetly.

“My pleasure,” Brenda said, walking over. “Suck in a breath.”

Lydia obeyed, and Brenda quickly and expertly started fastening the tiny hooks. When Lydia released her breath, and her body naturally fell back, it didn’t drop back to its original shape. The tight bustier “reshaped” her more pleasantly, making her tiny waist even tinier.

“Wow,” Lydia said, looking herself over in her full-length mirror.

“I agree,” Brenda said, running her hands down across Lydia’s shapely body in smoothing motions. Then Brenda picked up a pair of very expensive, sparkly diamond earrings that dangled to her bare shoulders and started putting them on Lydia. “You are so hot the white slavers are going to have to fight their way through a crowd of young men to get to you.”

That done, Lydia let her mentor place a fabulously expensive diamond and sapphire necklace around her neck. Then she put a wide, diamond encrusted bracelet on her wrist. There would be no doubt she was rich.

“If this much bling doesn’t get the white slaver’s attention I don’t know what will,” Brenda said.

“I like it,” Lydia said, admiring the way the light played on the wealth of diamonds. “I could wear diamonds like these every day.”

“I bet you could,” Brenda said, laughing as she patted Lydia’s rump. “Now, let me finish dressing and we can go over our plan again.”

Brenda returned to her dressing area and picked up the shiny golden power belt. On the front, it was decorated with a large red A for “Americana,” with two blue stars to either side. Just like on the front of her tiara. It was the source of all of her super powers. When she fastened it around her narrow waist, she felt a wave of heat and strength flow through her shapely body. It felt so good. So right.

“I am the Queen of Justice,” she said. “I am Ms Americana.”

In her mind, the belt made her Ms Americana. The moment she put it on, she ceased being Brenda Wade and became the legendary Ms Americana.

While she was putting on her belt, Lydia was putting fresh double-sided tape on Ms Americana’s blue, star-spangled mask. Ms Americana took it from her and carefully pressed it into position, covering the upper portion of her beautiful face. And then, last but not least, she pulled on her red gauntlet gloves, letting Lydia lace them up.

“Done,” Lydia said, eyes bright in hero worship. “You look great!”

“Thanks, and you look too tasty to pass up,” Ms Americana said, grinning.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Lydia sensuously licked her full red lips as she looked around the crowded, dark club. Young men and women, mostly in their late teens and early twenties, gyrated and writhed to the demanding, hypnotic music. She felt herself responding to the heady beat.

“I have time for a dance or two,” she muttered, wading deeper into the club.

She loved clubbing, and especially dancing. The energy was addictive and she absorbed it hungrily as she moved through the club. The beautiful young heiress tried to look at every man in the club, to see if he was one of the slavers. It was getting late, near midnight and she was starting to run out of clubs. At 2 A.M. the clubs all closed, per city ordinance. If she didn’t find the slavers before then, the night would be a bust and they would have to do it again. Of course, there were other, illegal clubs way underground, but none of the missing heiresses vanished from those clubs.

“Oh my,” she said, suddenly stopping. Through the crowd, she was almost positive she caught a brief glimpse of one of the slavers. They shouldn’t be too hard to pick out, since the white slavers all appeared to be in their thirties and forties. “I’ve got to check this out.”

Lydia started her slow, dancing progress through the tightly packed crowd of exuberant youth. It took a painfully long time, but she finally found the man she saw. He looked like he was early to mid thirties, with dark brown eyes and hair. Though he was well-muscled, he was only average height. And, best of all, she remembered he was the van driver, called Todd by their leader.

Todd was speaking with Erica Rangers, a freshman about a year younger than Lydia. She was tall and had a pretty face, though no one call her beautiful. Her brown hair was too frizzy and she had a stick thin body. If it weren’t for her breast implants she would be completely flat.

Erica came from a wealthy family, her father owned a car dealership, but couldn’t be considered a debutante. If they were seriously considering her, then they were getting desperate to get a girl to fill their debutante a day quota. So Lydia sauntered on over.

“Hi, Erica,” Lydia said, stealing both of their attention. Erica seemed grateful. Todd was neither well-groomed nor wealthy looking. And Erica was all about wealth and privilege, and climbing the social ladder to the top. She was a minor socialite on the prowl for a husband that could take her up to the next level, or higher. “Long time no see.”

“Lydia!” she cried. They hugged and Erica quietly whispered, “You’ve got to save me from this loser dork. He won’t stop following me.”

“No problem,” Lydia said, smiling. “What are friends for?”

They were not friends in any way. But they weren’t enemies, either. Lydia moved in much higher circles than Erica. But when the two teens pulled apart, Lydia stepped between Erica and Todd and extended her hand.

“Hi! I’m Lydia Wills,” she said with all the perkiness she could muster. “What’s your name?”

“Todd,” he said. “Todd Simmons. Uh, where’s she going?”

Lydia glanced over her shoulder, then laughed.

“Erica? Who knows! She is sooo flighty,” she said. Then looked him over with interest. “So, what’s your story, big boy?”

“I’m a producer,” he said, grinning. “I make movies.”

“Really?” she said, pressing up against him. “Big movies? Have you ever worked with anyone famous?”

“Oh, yeah, big budget movies,” he said. He gave Erica’s retreating back an annoyed glance, then turned to the pretty young thing pressed up close. “I’ve worked with all the biggest stars.”

“Wow. I’d love to be in movies, but I can’t. Brenda won’t allow that,” Lydia said slyly. “I have to take over the company some day. It sucks being the sole heir to a business empire. I don’t get to do anything I really want to do.”

“Really?” Todd said, suddenly very interested in Lydia. “What business empire is that?”

“Wade Enterprises.”

She saw mercenary greed and glee flash across his face. She fought to keep her own emotions off her pretty, very expressive face. So she paused to fluff up her silky blonde locks. Todd gawked a long moment, making her smile. Brenda always said that no one did the blonde sex kitten look better than her.

“Then you must be rich, too,” Lydia said.

“Yes,” he said after a brief hesitation due to him looking down her cleavage, and getting lost momentarily down there.

“Lordie, the music is so loud I can barely hear you,” Lydia said, acting all annoyed. “Can we go somewhere and talk about making movies?”

When Ms Americana saw her emerge with this man she would swoop down upon them in a heartbeat. Lydia just had to keep from being placed in any vehicle. Ms Americana didn’t need to worry about her during a high speed car chase. Together, they could then force this miscreant to lead them to the white slaver hideout, and capture them all.

“Sure. But let me tell my friends,” he said. He took her by the hand, pausing to admire the diamond bracelet sparking on her wrist with greedy eyes. “They’re sitting over here. They are movie producers, too.”

“Ooh, how exciting,” Lydia said, meaning it. Would she find them all together? Ms Americana would be so proud of her. “Lead on.”

Todd led her back to a dark corner, far from the dance floor. The noise was just as loud, but there was privacy in such noise. Since they could barely hear each other, they knew no one else could overhear them. And they were all there: the leader Jack, and the minions no-neck Mike and toweringly tall Randy.

“Hey guys, meet Lydia Wills,” Todd said. “She’s the heir to the Wade Fortune.”

“Brenda Wade?” Jack said.

“Who else?” Lydia said, smiling. “Do you know her?

“Yes,” he said, smiling. He stood and gallantly pulled out a chair for her. She hesitated only an instant before sitting prettily. Had to keep their interest up. “We’re old college friends, but I haven’t seen her in ages.”

<Right,> Lydia said, mentally frowning but still with a bright smile on her face. He was easily in his mid to late forties, while Brenda was a mere thirty-one. In fact, they all looked rather old to be in that particular club. No neck Mike looked to be around forty, while Todd and Randy looked to be in their late twenties to early thirties. <Don’t flatter yourself, miscreant.>

“Mike, get the young lady a drink,” Jack said. “What’s your poison, sweetie?”

The image of Hilary staggering across the street with these same men came to her mind. She would never be able to erase that image. It was one of the last times she saw her childhood friend. Lydia would not allow them to get her drunk and take advantage of her. Besides, she needed to be at the top of her game to outwit and capture these beasts.

“Diet Coke,” she said. “I’m only nineteen, so I can’t drink yet.”

“Hey, I’m buying,” Mike said, leering at her. “No one will know.”

“No, but thanks anyway,” she said with the brightest smile she could muster. “Just a Diet Coke, please.”

They looked mildly disappointed but quickly recovered. Todd sat next to her, and scooted in close. Jack moved closer as well. Both men placed tentative hands on her thighs. For a second she felt panic. But she was able to gently push their hands away, giggling girlishly.

“You Hollywood producers are so FAST,” she said, pretending to be flattered. “But what would you see in little ole me? I’m just a simple college girl.”

“You could be a movie star,” Todd said.

“Bigger than Paris Marriott,” Jack said.

“Bigger?”

“Bigger, more famous,” Jack said, encouraged by her interest. “You have the beauty, style and pizzazz to become an A-lister.”

“Me? An A-lister?”

Mike placed a frosted glass before her. It had plenty of ice and a straw. Lydia’s mouth was a bit dry from her excitement, so she leaned over and sensuously took the straw between her lips, guiding it in with her wet, pink tongue. All the white slavers froze, gawking hungrily as she took that long, narrow straw into her mouth, as her glossy red lips closed on the straw, and she began to slowly suck up the frosty cola below.

Lydia sucked half the cola down, in part because she was surprisingly thirsty after hours of dancing and searching for the white slavers. And in part to give herself time to think.

<I see how they lured Hilary into their trap,> she thought. <Hilary wanted to be a star so bad it hurt. Poor thing.>

Jack caressed her black hose sheathed thigh, with his fingers sliding over the top of her silk hose and gliding softly across her bare skin. It happened so fast she didn’t have time to react. By the time she realized what he was doing it was done and his hand was off of her.

Suddenly, Lydia felt a bit flushed. That caress felt surprisingly good. Her throat tightened and it became a bit more difficult to breath. Lydia knew he’d struck a spark to her libido. Since her and Ms Americana’s “encounter” with these same men her darkest needs and desires were barely beneath the surface. She swallowed hard and vowed to be strong, to make Ms Americana proud of her.

Glancing up, across the small round table, her eyes met and locked onto Mike’s eyes. It was as if the air was sucked out of her lungs. She remembered. It was Mike that captured her. It was Mike that forced her to her knees. It was burly ole Mike that rammed his thick cock up her throbbing pussy, driving her mad with pleasure and humiliation. He took her right up to the edge. Another ten, twenty seconds and she would’ve climaxed. Mike was the foul miscreant that awoke the beast within, and fed it on base desire.

She felt her pussy start to tingle in that way that told her she was becoming wet with desire. Then her nipples felt sensitive to the touch, so sensitive she felt the fabric of her bustier upon them. It felt good. And it just made it harder to breathe.

Mouth even drier, Lydia sucked down the rest of the Diet Coke. The white slavers grinned at each other. This wasn’t going well. Pretty soon they would realize something was wrong with her, and maybe ditch her. Ms Americana would be so disappointed in her if they got away again.

Lydia dug her long red nails into her own thigh, trying to use pain to gain control of her emotions and body. Everything would be lost if they suspected a thing. She could not allow the monsters that so ruthlessly, so heartlessly stole so many of her friends, and forced them into vile prostitution, to escape justice.

“S-So, what kind of movie are you guys making?” Lydia said.

“Action thriller,” Jack said, leaning forward. She could feel his hot breath on her face, especially on her lips. It smelled of vodka and cigarettes. “You would be perfect for the lead.”

Lydia smiled. Yes, Hilary would’ve taken that bait hook, line and sinker.

Todd reached out and stroked her long, blonde hair. It felt so good.

“Mmmmm,” Lydia groaned, eyes closing briefly.

“Like that?” Todd said.

“Mmm, yes,” she said, then slanted a look at him all full of mischief. Then she felt Jack’s hand on her thigh again. This time it didn’t come off, but stayed just at her hemline. “Oh. What?”

When she turned back to Jack, to ask him to remove his hand, Todd stroked her hair again. If felt so good she paused, eyes closed, and enjoyed the feeling. This time, the heady feel seemed to permeate her whole body. Then he reached out and cupped her cheek, turning her head back to face him.

“Hmmm?” she said, having a hard time thinking coherently.

She felt Jack’s hand creeping slowly up under her skirt. Before she could react, though, Todd stole her attention by starting to lean forward. He was going to kiss her! Her heart pounded. Her pussy throbbed and grew even wetter and hotter. Lydia’s tongue slipped out, and she slowly licked her upper lip, moistening it.

“Mmmm,” Lydia groaned as their lips met. Suddenly, they were kissing hard, hungrily. She’d never been kissed like that. It fired up every fiber of her existence. She’d never felt like that, and didn’t want it to ever end. Then Jack’s fingers caressed her hyper sensitive pussy lips through the thin fabric of her sopping wet thongs. “Hhhmmmmm.”

In her surprise, Lydia’s lips parted. Todd’s tongue plunged in, stealing her full attention again. As her glossy lips slipped and slid over his demanding lips, she groaned and started to move toward him. She felt Jack’s hand fall away as she moved into Todd’s lap. She straddled him, feeling a big bulge pressed against her twat.

“Works every time,” Mike whispered.

“Shhhh,” Jack said.

Lydia ground her pussy against the bulge inside Todd’s pants. He groaned and she smiled. She broke the clench, needing air desperately, and looked around. Several of the young clubbers were watching her with mild interest, and others with looks of disapproval or disgust. They all turned away when she met their eyes. Then Todd pushed up her skirt and captured her attention again.

“No, I can’t….Mmmmm,” she started to object, but he silenced her with another deep kiss. His hands continued up, reaching her lacy bound tits. He ran his hands all over her 36Ds a long moment, then gave them a firm squeeze through the snug bustier. “Oooo. Stop, I shouldn’t be doing this.” In response, Todd reached up, seized her long blonde hair and pulled her head painfully back, then started kissing her neck passionately. “Mmmmmmm.”

His kissed his way down to her tits, then flipped the breast cups down. Her tits flopped out. Before she could object Todd sucked a perfect pink nipple into his hot, eager mouth. Lydia groaned and her head rolled back as her hands clutched at her lover’s head. With Lydia holding herself pressed into his face, Todd’s hands were free to conduct further mischief. Lydia barely noticed when he snapped the side of her thong and pulled it off.

“You are the most beautiful, most desirable woman alive,” Todd whispered.

Those words fired her libido further. She was so happy she started to cry. It was perfect. So good. So wonderful.

Lydia felt Todd unzip. She looked down just as his painfully hard looking cock flopped out. Free at last.

”Ooo, pretty,” she said, and licked her top lip with a hungry look in her eyes.

Todd lifted her rump up off his lap, then guided his cock to her now exposed pussy. Lydia idly wondered what happened to her thong. She vaguely recalled wearing one. Then she forgot all about thongs and such, because he released her and her weight pushed her down on the erect cock.

“Yeeeoooowwwww,” Lydia cried out as she felt his massive penis spread her sex wide as it penetrated deeper and deeper.

Lydia glanced over her bare shoulder at the other white slavers. They all had hungry looks in their eyes. Not a one of them even bothered to try and hide his desire. She realized every single one of them expected to fuck her.

<What happened?> she wondered, then her eyes dropped down to her glass, empty save for the melting ice. <Oh my God, they drugged me!>

“Come on, Lydia, bounce up and down,” Todd encouraged her.

Lydia swallowed hard and placed her hands on his shoulders. She was helpless to do anything but comply. She understood that, and knew that soon the drug would completely consume her mind, leaving her their pathetic fuck toy. Already she no longer had the gumption to speak up, much less fight them. All she could do is obey and know that Ms Americana was waiting to ambush them.

Pushing up with her legs, she felt Todd’s cock sliding out of her pussy. It felt too wonderful to describe. Before she pushed herself off of him, Todd stopped her and pushed her back down. They played that game a few minutes before she got the rhythm and limits to her bounce, and he let her go.

Shortly after that, Lydia felt the heady tingling heat consuming her body change.

“Ooooh,” she gasped. “Ohhh, mmmyy….GOOOODDDDD.” She took a deep breath as the climax erupted deep within, “Aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww!”

“Oh shit, she’s a screamer,” Jack said.

“Heh! What’s going on here?” a club bouncer demanded.

Lydia looked up at him glassy-eyed and smiled. Then she felt Todd explode deep within her belly.

“Ooo, yes, baby,” she cooed. “Give it to me.”

“Heh, you people have to leave. We run a respectable establishment here,” the big bouncer said. Several more bouncers could be seen heading their way.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Ms Americana was watching intently. Young men and women went in and out of Club Exuberance, but Lydia remained inside. Indeed, she was spending more time in there than the other clubs.

Heart pounding, she considered the possibility that her sexy sidekick had found the white slavers and was trying to lure them out into the street. Coming outside with a man or a group of men was Ms Americana’s signal to act. If it was a single man, then she would follow them to the white slavers’ hideout. If she came out with the whole gang then Ms Americana would strike immediately, taking them down before they realized what was happening.

She couldn’t see the van they used during their previous encounter, but she didn’t expect them to use the same vehicle. They would have several, all stolen, she was sure.

“There she is,” Ms Americana said, peering through a pair of powerful night vision binoculars.

Lydia came out the front door of the club, escorted by a burly bouncer. He was big, black and wore all black. All of Club Exuberance’s bouncers wore all black. He half dragged Lydia out to the curb and leaned in to issue a threat just inches from her face. Ms Americana’s felt her blood pressure rising. She didn’t like seeing Lydia being mistreated. Then other bouncers “escort” four other men.

“Jack!” Ms Americana cried. Bingo. The while slavers. “She did it. She found them.”

As she watched, Jack took hold of Lydia’s right upper arm. The short, burly white slaver called Mike took hold of the left. They started walking her briskly down the street, heading toward the parking garage Ms Americana was holding vigil atop.

“Come to mama, boys,” she said, watching.

Halfway to the parking garage they stopped next to a blue sedan. Lydia was forced into the back seat between Mike and Randy. Jack drove and the slaver named Todd rode shotgun. Ms Americana didn’t hesitate.

Locking the expensive binoculars into its case, she put it in the trunk and jumped behind the wheel. The engine roared to life and Ms Americana peeled out in hot pursuit. She wasn’t too worried about losing them. There was a homing device inside the heel of Lydia’s right boot. So they wouldn’t have a repeat of the last pursuit.

“No, this time I’ll catch them by surprise,” Ms Americana said, following Lydia’s signal.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“Ooooohhhhhh,” Lydia groaned. “Ohhh, I’m going to cum.”

Once in the car, the white slavers pulled her top down again. Her skirt was ripped off and tossed out the window as they drove down the street. Then Randy pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. He made her lean forward, then started fingering her asshole. Soon, he had worked her sphincter loose and mounted her.

Lydia couldn’t believe how that felt. It hurt so good. He was so big. And he fucked her hard and mercilessly. After five minutes, she couldn’t take it any more. The climax that she had been fighting off exploded.

“Eeeoooooowwwww!” she cried. “Oh. Oh. Ooohhhhheeeeeeeooooowww!”

The white slavers laughed.

“Boy, this little slut loves it,” Mike said, watching with hungry eyes.

“I know,” Todd said. Even after her climax, Lydia was vigorously bouncing up and down his cock as ordered. She didn’t require any prompting to continue. “She’s the most responsive to sexual stimulation I’ve ever seen. She must’ve been one sexually suppressed bitch before she met us.”

They all laughed again.

She heard them. Their laughter stung. But Lydia couldn’t help herself. It felt so good. She couldn’t get enough. So she rode his cock hard, trying so hard to make him cum. She needed to make his cum. And when he did, she felt the erotic tingle instantly change.

“Ooouueeewwwww! Yes!” she cried, enjoying yet another orgasm. “Oh, God. So good.”

Lydia was dragged off Randy’s cock. He forced her around and shoved her face into his crotch.

“Eat me. Lick it clean, rich whore,” Randy angrily demanded. “Slut. Whore. Skank.”

Lydia took his cock in hand and lowered her lips to it. Randy’s nether region reeked of stale urine and recent sex. She gagged at the stench, but managed to wrap her ruby reds around the head of his sticky wet cock. The taste of their commingled sex juices tasted great, though, so Lydia began to suck with more enthusiasm. Randy barked out instructions, until he was complete cleaned of their sexual fluids, and came again in her mouth.

Then Mike dragged her over and forced her to start sucking his cock. The sexy blonde teenager didn’t hesitate. She gobbled him down. Mike groaned and threw back his head as Lydia took him completely inside her mouth. He clutched at her hair and enjoyed her efforts as she bobbed up and down on his thick cock. All the while, she groped and fondled his massive balls.

“The new aphrodisiac we’re using is much more powerful,” Todd said.

“Damn right,” Mike croaked out. “Lord have mercy, this rich whore’s BJs are intense!”

“Yeah,” Jack said, sounding disappointed. “But I don’t care for the girls to be so eager to please. I want some fight.”

“Jack is never happy,” Randy laughed.

“Dude! Fight be damn, just sit back and enjoy this girl’s mouth,” Mike said, barely able to speak now.

Moments later they arrived at their destination. Mike popped his wad just as they arrived. Lydia had to redouble her efforts to get it all down her throat. By the time she finished cleaning his cock with lips and tongue, the car stopped.

Sitting up, Lydia looked around. They were inside a building. It was dark. Only a few lights high above provide dim illumination. She was barely able to make out it was a warehouse.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“None of your business, slut,” Mike said. He opened his door and grabbed her at the nape. “Let’s go.”

Lydia was pulled out of the car by her hair. Jack was waiting. He seized her by the upper arm, and Mike took hold of the other. They half walked, half dragged the beautiful heiress to a strange looking rack. First, they lashed her wide-spread booted feet to the lowest bar. Then she was bent forward over the middle bar, that pressed across her upper thighs. Finally, her wrists were spread wide and bound to the top bar. It left her bent over, lashed in place, with her pussy and ass hole vulnerable to sexual exploitation from behind.

The dazed blonde tugged weakly at her bindings.

“You won’t get away with this,” Lydia said. “Ms A…..I have friends. I’m important.”

“Yeah, right. We heard that before,” Randy said, snickering.

“That’s right. We hear that same threat almost daily,” Mike said. “And we’re still here kidnapping pretty rich girls and selling their asses on the white slavery market.”

“Enough talk,” Jack said. “My turn with you, rich girl.”

Lydia watched him walk over to a nearby table. Her blood ran cold. The others just fucked her, or made her suck them off. It appeared their leader wanted to use sex toys, which she knew meant what he wanted was much more insidious. Then he lifted up a long, wooden paddle.

“Oh my,” she said. “You want to hurt me? Why?”

“Because you are a snooty, rich bitch whore,” Jack snarled. He pointed at her boots, “How much did those cost?”

“None of your business,” she said.

He smiled cruelly and headed toward her, paddle in hand.

Once again, Lydia struggled with her bindings desperately as he returned to her. Jack stopped behind her, to the side. He began to caress her shapely white hiney, enjoying the feel of her silky soft skin. Whenever his fingers brushed her twat or ass hole Lydia yelped and jerked in the rack.

“Have you reconsidered?” Jack said. “Tell us how much the boots cost.”

“No,” she said, blue eyes flashing defiantly

CRACK!

“Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!”

CRACK!

“OH! Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried. Then took a deep gasping breath, and screamed, “Twelve hundred dollars! Twelve hundred plus tax! I swear it.”

“Damn,” Jack said, scowling. “That’s more than I expected.”

“They are Jimmy Choo boots,” she said.

“No excuse,” he said. CRACK! “Before I became a white slaver I only made fifteen hundred dollars a month. And I had to pay rent, utilities, car payment, food and whatever with that pitiful amount. And you pay that much without batting a fake eyelash for a pair of lousy boots.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“I’M SORRY!” she cried. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!”

“Whoa, the big titted rich slut’s got a set of lungs, doesn’t she?” Randy said.

“Damn right,” Jack said.

CRACK!

After that last lick, Jack walked away and threw the paddle on the table. He vanished inside a door without looking back. Lydia didn’t relax until he was out of sight.

But the others sprang into action. At first Lydia thought they were going to gang bang her. She was surprised to find she was mildly disappointed that they didn’t. Instead, they rolled a strange looking machine up behind her.

“What are you doing?” she said, trying to see what was going on by looking over her shoulder.

“Nothing special,” Todd said absently.

“Yeah, just setting up the bitch tamer,” Randy said.

“Bitch tamer? What does that do?” Lydia asked, fearing the answer.

“It’ll fuck you stupid twice over,” Mike said with a chuckle. As he locked the wheels, leaving it between her wide spread legs. “Then it’ll keep fucking you.”

“All night long,” Randy said.

“All night,” Todd said, nodding. “And you will be completely broken by morning. We won’t need drugs to make you obey by morning.”

“Oh shit,” Lydia said as the machine growled to life, and began a chugging sound.

Within seconds she felt the cold, wet tip of the ten inch long dildo touch her twat. It spread her nether lips apart as the well lubricated dildo slowly, but surely bore upward. Lydia groaned and tried to buck when it penetrated her, but she was held in place too tightly. Then once the dildo completely filled her up, Todd flipped a switch and the dildo started a slow retreat. Then when it only had an inch inside her, he flipped another switch.

The dildo then proceeded to pump in and out of her for a long minute. The white slavers watched, enjoying how she jumped, gasped and groaned.

“The parameters are set,” Todd said. He patted Lydia on the rump. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Lydia just groaned, teeth clenched. It was already starting to drive her crazy. Why did they have to set the pumping action so slow? It was pure torture.

The slavers began to file out of the room. Todd lingered behind. Then once they were alone, Todd grinned at her and flipped another switch.

“Yeeooweeeeee,” she cried, taken by surprise. Big blue eyes wide, she felt a monster climax building super fast. “I…can’t….aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I know. You rich sluts all enjoy the VIBRATING action,” Todd laughed, and left, shutting off the lights as he departed.