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 5

By Dark One

CHAPTER 5

“Dammit,” Brenda growled.

Brenda and Lydia slept all morning and most of the afternoon after their “hard night.” When Brenda woke up at 4:45 P.M. she flipped on the TV and learned the white slavers struck again while she was asleep. They grabbed Sophie Johansson off the street as she was leaving an expensive boutique, in front of dozens of witnesses.

The beautiful twenty year old redheaded socialite and retail heiress was one of the most beloved figures in Delta City. She did a lot of charity work for the poor. And her family was friends with Brenda and Lydia.

“Those monsters,” she said, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched.

She never felt so helpless. Brenda tried on her power belt first thing when she woke up. Nothing. It was useless. Lydia tried hers on a little later, when she woke up just after five. Same thing. Ms Americana and Flag Girl would likely be missing from the scene for a few days.

There was a big social event that night. Sophie was a leading member of the committee organizing the charity ball. The affair was still on, she learned, because Sophie would’ve wanted it that way. She wouldn’t want the poor and needy of the city to suffer because of her misfortune. Or so said the talking head on the news.

“Misfortune, my round white ass,” Brenda said. “That’s the worse understatement I’ve ever heard.”

“What is?” Lydia asked as she entered Brenda’s bedroom suite

“They referred to Sophie’s kidnapping by the Debutante-a-day Gang as her ‘misfortune.’”

Lydia scowled at the TV.

Brenda quickly looked her beautiful blonde ward over. Lydia was dressed to kill. Her top was a fire engine red corset with spaghetti straps, with a matching mini skirt. She left her legs bare, ending in strappy red stiletto sandals. Her left wrist shimmered with a wide diamond bracelet and she wore a five carat diamond ring on the middle finger of her right hand. Her slender white neck was encircled with a diamond choker that matched the bracelet.

“You look gorgeous,” Brenda said, eyes asparkle with pride.

“Thank you,” Lydia said demurely. “If I do it’s because you helped me with my outfit.”

They were going to the charity ball. No matter what, they had to keep up appearances as Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills. If they bowed out of public appearances every time Ms Americana and Flag Girl had a bad night then the criminal element, if not the nosy press, would soon figure out their secret identities.

“Wow, is that gown Versace?” Lydia said, looking Brenda’s tall, shapely form over appreciatively.

“Yes, it is. Like it?”

“And how!” Lydia gushed. “It’s getting me excited, so Goddess only knows how it will affect the men at the ball.”

Brenda laughed. She was hoping for a lot of flirting and sexual tension. She needed to recharge her pent up sexual energies so her power belt would give her super powers again. Lydia was dressed so provocatively for the same reason. Normally, they didn’t “sex” it up so much.

Her gown was strapless, black and silky. Like Lydia’s outfit, Brenda’s Versace had a tight corset top and displayed her 38Gs provocatively. The skirt was slit up the middle dangerously high. She even wore a lacy black garter belt and black hose to spice it up more, knowing whenever she walked she would flash the top of her hose. The men would go crazy. Of course, the other women wouldn’t be thrilled.

Knock. Knock.

“Yes?” Brenda said.

“It’s Mimi,” the tiny voice came from the hallway.

“Enter.”

The petite French beauty slipped inside carrying a tray of goodies for the two women. Brenda’s left eyebrow rose as she eyed the maid. She had ordered that tray over an hour ago. So long ago she had completely forgotten about it. Her staff was usually so swift and efficient. She demanded nothing less than perfection. Someone would receive a severe tongue lashing for this inexcusable lapse - tomorrow.

“What took so long?” Brenda said.

“Long?” Mimi said. “Not long. Food is here. Enjoy.”

Mimi flashed them a smile, that never reached her eyes, then spun on a heel and strode out without waiting to be released. Brenda and Lydia just gawked at the door after she left.

“What was that?” Lydia asked, dumbfounded. “She was rude.”

“It’s finally become too much for her,” Brenda said. Mimi came from a wealthy French family that lost everything due to her father’s gambling addiction. At first, Mimi was grateful to find a position far away from Paris, where no one knew who or what she was, what she had lost. “I’m afraid Mimi will have to be let go. Her resentment will only get worse.”

“But it came on so suddenly,” Lydia said. “She was sweet as can be just yesterday morning.”

They enjoyed the tray of appetizers while Brenda finished dressing.

Brenda put on a pair of diamond chandelier earrings and a matching diamond necklace. Then she chose an expensive perfume.

“Call down for the limo, would you, dear?” Brenda said.

Lydia called while Brenda twisted and turned before the full-length mirror, studying herself from every angle. At one point, she stopped to tug on her tits, trying to “fluff” them up some more. She needed as much sexual tension as possible to be generated.

“Oh, so odd,” Lydia said, frowning as she hung up the phone.

“What’s that?”

“I spoke with Clive. He was barely civil. I had the distinct feeling he wanted to tell me to go fuck myself or something,” she said.

“Lydia! Watch your language, young lady,” Brenda scolded lightly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But he said the car was ready.”

They both paused to ponder this second oddity with their usually so professional staff. Brenda decided it was her fault. She was so distracted by the Debutante-a-day Gang she surely had slighted the staff in some obscure way. First thing tomorrow she would jump right on it and root out the problem, then correct it ASAP.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it all tomorrow,” Brenda said, starting to force herself to cheer up. At least outwardly. The world didn’t know the Hell she was going through as Ms Americana, so she had to keep up appearances as socialite Brenda Wade and be cheerful. After all, what problem could she possibly have? She was young, beautiful and filthy rich. Anyone would be happy in her twelve hundred dollar designer shoes. “Ready? Then let’s go party for the poor.”

Lydia’s face lit up. She loved to party, especially if it involved dancing. Brenda kind of felt sorry for Lydia. She was so boy crazy, but couldn’t indulge her urges. Of course, those needs and desires that tormented her made her strong. They were the fuel that energized her power belt. If they ever become totally asexual then they were finished as super heroines.

Brenda took Lydia by the hand and led her out the door. Wade Manor was huge, so it took a few minutes to reach the vast entry foyer. Then halfway between the Grand Stairs and the towering oaken doors, the fabulously attired due was stopped.

“Brenda!” Felicity called from behind them.

“Damn, I thought we finally managed to avoid her for one whole day,” Lydia muttered under her breath.

“Lydia, be nice. She’s the best personal assistant I’ve ever had. I swear, the woman never ceases to amaze me with her brilliance,” Brenda said, then stopped and turned toward the green eyed brunette. “Yes, Felicity? More papers that just HAVE to be signed?”

Felicity smiled brightly at them. Brenda was taken aback. Felicity never smiled like that. Or dressed like that. She looked splendid in a green gown that brought out her eyes and wore a terribly expensive diamond necklace and bracelet set. Then it dawned on her where she’d seen that gown and jewelry before.

“Heh! That’s my dress,” Lydia cried, blue eyes flashing. “And my jewelry, too.”

“Felicity, she’s right,” Brenda said, assuming a classic super heroine stance for a bare second, before catching her gaff and take a more feminine pose. “Explain yourself, please?”

“Oh, these little baubles? And this gown?” Felicity said. Then her eyes turned cold. “They are mine. At least they are mine now. Everything is mine.”

Brenda screwed her beautiful face up into a frown. Felicity was talking nonsense. Then she noticed her personal assistant was holding a glass of champagne. Her frown deepened. She didn’t like her staff drinking on the job, and especially disliked them getting drunk. Drunk subordinates said stupid things they regretted later, in the unemployment line.

“Felicity, I highly recommend you put your own clothes back on and go home before you say something we both will regret,” Brenda said sternly.

“And send that gown to the cleaners,” Lydia said. She took on a haughty demeanor, “It’s soiled now.”

The butler, Clive, came up behind Felicity. Then Mimi and another maid, Tami Jo, entered through a side door. Mimi was a petite beauty at twenty-three, with big gray eyes and long light brown hair. Tami Jo was a local girl, about five foot eight, with generous breasts and a slim body. Her eyes were an olive green, which stood out behind her pale complexion and bright red hair.

They all stopped and stared at Brenda and Lydia. It was so odd. For a brief instant, Brenda thought she was being punked. This had to be a practical joke. Then the front door opened and four uniformed security guards entered.

“Where is the limo?” Brenda said, looking past them to the drive outside. She turned to her long time butler, “Clive, you said the car was ready? I don’t see it? Explain yourself.”

“I see no reason to explain myself to the likes of you, Miss Wade,” Clive said with superior airs.

Brenda hesitated. What did he mean, “the likes of you”? And why did he make such a terrible mistake by addressing her as “Miss” when everyone knew she demanded to be addressed as “Ms.” Clive didn’t make mistakes like that. He was too professional. He was the very best in Delta City.

The security guards seized Brenda and Lydia. Two guards on each woman, they seized their upper arms and held tight. Brenda’s mind was reeling. She couldn’t comprehend what would make her loyal staff and personal assistant lose their minds and treat her like a fugitive.

“Let go…of….me,” Brenda commanded as she struggled helplessly in the guards grasp. They were all long time Wade Manor guards. They were the best, and paid accordingly. “Have you all gone mad? Explain yourselves. Now!”

“I’d be happy to, Brenda,” Felicity said, stepping up close.

“Why are you calling me by my first name? I’m your boss,” Brenda said. “You will address me as Ms Wade.”

“No, that was then and this is now. Things change. Fortunes change. Lives change,” Felicity said, starting to smile wickedly. She looked around the opulent entryway, then looked Brenda and Lydia over closely. “The phoenix has risen from the ashes, Brenda. I am that phoenix, and it is your time to fall into the ashes of your former power and glory.”

“What are you yammering about?” Lydia said, unable to break free of the guards.

“Yes,” Brenda said. She was furious. They had all gone way beyond disrespectful. Every last one of them in that foyer would have to be terminated immediately. “I want to know what is going on before I have you all tossed out.”

“Ah, tossing people out into the cold is something you know how to do,” Felicity said, green eyes narrowing. Then she grinned mischievously. “I’ve been lying to you, Brenda. A naughty little lie, but I had to do it. You wouldn’t have hired me if you knew the truth.”

“What truth?”

“I am not Felicity Sweetwater,” she said. “But Felicity Drakes.”

“Shit!” Brenda cried, and started to struggle even harder. “You won’t get away with this, Felicity. I promise you that.”

“I don’t understand,” Lydia said. “Who is Felicity Drakes?”

“My father was her father’s greatest rival,” Felicity said, starting to run a perfectly manicured finger along the top of Brenda’s gown. Then she put that finger at the base of Brenda’s neck and traced a line down deep into the socialite’s cleavage. “When I was just a little girl, Miss Wade here came of age and took over her late father’s empire. Her first order of business was to destroy my father. For revenge. So we were cast out of our mansion. My father died shortly afterwards, a broken man. My mother was decades younger than my father, and pretty. She was forced into prostitution to pay the bills and take care of me.”

Brenda seethed. It had been over a decade since she thought about the Drakes Family. Her blood boiled every time she remembered them, too. They were so joyful and jubilant about her beloved father’s untimely dead. A murder she witnessed. She was only seven at the time, but vowed revenge to all who hurt her father. The Drakes immediately stole half of Wade Enterprises’ business, convincing many the company was doomed without the General running it. So she planned for ten years, and in the eleventh she gained control of her trusts and put her plan into action. Within two years Wade Enterprises was back to its former power, wealth and glory, and the Drakes family was destroyed.

“I’ve been planning my revenge ever since,” Felicity said. Brenda recalled some of her more wicked plans, that she had the good sense not to implement. But would Felicity? “And I’ve succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.” The beautiful brunette indicated everything around them with a wave of her hand. “It’s all mine now. Everything. Wade Enterprises. Wade Manor. EVERYTHING that was yours, Brenda, is now mine.”

“Impossible. This is a nation of laws and justice,” Brenda said smugly. “You can’t blatantly steal something and expect to keep it. Especially not something so valuable and public.”

“But I didn’t steal it,” Felicity said. “You SIGNED it all over to me.”

“No! I would never do that,” she said, suddenly recalling all those piles of documents she’s been signing day in and day out.

“Ah, I see it in your eyes,” Felicity said. “Yes, all those papers you failed to read and signed anyway setup, then finalized my plan. Yesterday, Miss Brenda, you signed everything you own over to me. And I do mean everything.”

With that pronouncement, Felicity reached out and yanked the million dollar diamond necklace off Brenda. Then she reached up and removed her chandelier earrings. Tami Jo hurried over and started removing Lydia’s jewelry, while Mimi rushed up to help Felicity. The two maids’ eyes were alive with wicked glee.

“Your jewelry…all mine,” Felicity said. Then she looked Brenda up and down. “That Versace gown. Mine.”

ZZZZIIPPPPP!

“Oh no!” Brenda gasped as Mimi unzipped the bodice.

Felicity immediately reached up and grabbed the gown between Brenda’s massive mammaries, and pulled straight down. The black silk gown flowed down her silky skin like water, revealing her lacy bra, thongs and garter belt.

ZZIIIPPPP!

Lydia gasped. Brenda’s head whipped around, to find Lydia’s perky 36Ds barely concealed within her red strapless bra. Then her skirt was pulled down to pool around her dainty feet.

“Brenda!” Lydia cried. “Do something.”

“When we were tossed out into the cold winter streets all we had was the clothes on our backs, and a suitcase each. Most of those clothes were sold for pennies. So we could pay for a cheap motel. That ran out quickly. My father died shortly after that.”

Felicity slapped Brenda viciously. Black and white flashed behind her eyes.

“That’s for destroying my family.”

Then the former personal assistant brought her knee up to slam brutally into Brenda’s cunt.

“Uuuggghh,” Brenda cried, doubling over in pain. Her pussy was still sore from the previous night’s extreme use and abuse. “Bitch. I will get you for this.”

“Too late, Ms Bitch,” Felicity snarled. “I’ve already gotten you, but good My only regret is that it isn’t the dead of winter when I put you out.”

Tami Jo kneed Lydia in the pussy, then Mimi kicked her in the twat from behind when she bent over. The two maids pummeled the helpless teen, not stopping until she sagged in the guards’ arms.

“Stop it!” Brenda cried. “That’s assault and battery. You could go to jail for that.”

The two maids suddenly looked at Felicity with worried expressions. Felicity shook her head and they relaxed, but didn’t renew their attack on Lydia. Instead they backed away and left Felicity to deal with their former boss.

“No charges will be filed,” Felicity said. “Otherwise, I will have to file charges of trying to steal a million dollars plus in jewelry. And I have witnesses.”

The Wade Manor staff grinned and chuckled around her. Brenda was dumbfounded. She’d always treated them fairly. They were well paid and had the best benefit package of all the household staffs of Delta City. Why did they turn on her?

“Okay, boys, toss the trash out,” Felicity said, turning her back on Brenda.

“This isn’t the end of this, Felicity,” Brenda declared, baby blues flashing. “I may be down, but I’ll never be out. And you will pay dearly for this ….this….outrage.”

The four guards dragged Brenda and Lydia out the front door, with Brenda kicking and screaming threats and cold vengeance. Lydia was only a little less vocal. But the guards were big, burly and strong as oxen.

Once outside, the now destitute duo were quickly walked down the half mile long drive to the front gate. The guards never released their arms or loosened their holds. But they were almost mesmerized by the sight of Brenda’s and Lydia’s jiggling tits, barely contained within their lacy bras. It reminded Brenda of one of the purposes of her Ms Americana costume.

<Great Liberty!> Brenda thought, horrified. <We’ve lost access to our costumes and power belts.>

The secret entrance was blocked, reinforced with thick armor and steel. It required a remote control to access the secret entrance. She never carried the remote with her, but kept it in the Ms Americana mobile. They could not be Ms Americana and Flag Girl without their costumes and belts. What would they do?

<Somehow, I’ve got to get inside to my secret chambers,> she thought as they were marched to the gate and an uncertain future.

“What’s going on up there?” Lydia said, bringing Brenda out of her dismal reverie.

“Oh, you know, members of the press, pimps, madams and other assorted sex industry types,” one of the guards said. The other guards snickered. “Miss Felicity called them to welcome you into the cold, cruel world she once knew.”

“Jimmy! This is so wrong,” Brenda beseeched the guard on her right arm. “Don’t do this. Help me and you’ll be richly reward. That goes for all of you.”

“Too late,” Jimmy said. “Miss Felicity already rewarded us for loyalty, and promised us another big bonus once this is over.”

“You…you, DISLOYAL CREEPS,” Lydia cried. “Miscreants. Hoodlums.”

They reached the tall, steel gates. Immediately, the crowd erupted in a startled gasp, then the flashes began. Brenda and Lydia had to blink and look away, the camera flashes were so many and intense.

Looking through the crowd, Brenda recognized several right off. There was the disgusting pimp Kid Rotten. And the porn producer/director/writer Jonny Jerms.

“Not the paparazzi!” Brenda cried.

“Was that wrong?” Jimmy said, grinning.

Brenda and Lydia were suddenly very aware of their near nakedness. True, Brenda’s super heroine costume was just as revealing, but there was a big difference between a costume and a girl’s lingerie. Their pictures would be splashed across the tabloids for weeks to come. Brenda knew their humiliation would be complete.

<Another crime Felicity will pay for,> Brenda thought.

The heavy steel gates began to creep open. Brenda and Lydia were positioned between the two great valves, so that they would swing past them to either side. Then as soon as the gates were open wide enough, both women were savagely pushed through the gates and straight into the crowd.

“Good riddance!” Jimmy called, and the gates began to close.

“Ms Wade! Ms Wade,” a reporter called, rushing up to them. “Brenda, you’ve lost everything. You are destitute. What are you going to do now?”

“She’s going to Disney World,” Kid Rotten called.

Everyone laughed except Brenda and Lydia. Brenda glared daggered at Kid, who just grinned and bowed. Then he started pushing his way towards her. She turned away from him, looking through the crowd for a friendly face. They needed a ride into the city, so she could gain access to her bank account and buy some decent clothes. First thing tomorrow she would go visit her lawyer. Then she would begin her vengeance.

“Heh, let go of me,” Lydia said.

Turning, Brenda spotted her young ward in the arms of a big black man. He was a notorious pimp called J-Paz. He was pressed up close behind her, his right hand cupping her right tit and his left being held at bay by both of Lydia’s hands. He was easily six foot eight and heavily muscled. Neither one of them was a match for his size and strength without their power belts.

“Get your filthy hands off her!” Brenda cried, heading towards them.

“Just offering the little twit a ride,” J-Paz said, grinning. He was enjoying his struggle with Lydia. He should, since he was winning. “I’ll save you from this three-ring circus. My car’s right over there.”

“We don’t need or want your help,” Brenda said. She pulled his right hand off Lydia’s body and kicked at his legs. J-Paz was forced to retreat, but he was grinning fiercely. “Go away. All of you, go away and leave us alone!”

“Hello, Brenda, remember me?” Jonny Jerms said. The infamous porno filmmaker grinned lecherously at her. His eyes dropped to her semi-exposed tits. “Long time no see, heh toots?”

Jonny was a classmate of hers in High School and college. He came from a filthy rich family. But when he turned to porn, they disowned and disinherited him. Worse, he was the man that deflowered her after the senior prom. She hadn’t seen him since that night.

“Jonny! What are you doing here? Surely you didn’t think I was so desperate as to accept anything, anything at all, from the likes of you?” Brenda said, almost spitting the words out. “Go away, and never contact me again.”

He shrugged. “Your choice, sweet tits. But the door is always open if you need me,” he said. “After all, I am the man that took your virginity back in High School.”

“Pig! How dare you tell the world like this,” she said. Brenda charged him, perfectly manicured hands out to rake long red nails across his too smug face. But she didn’t reach him. “Owww! Unhand me, you miscreant.”

Kid Rotten had arrived. He’d reached out and grabbed Brenda as she charged Jonny. His big hands somehow, strangely, found her 38Gs. So Brenda found herself engulfed by his arms, his hand groping, squeezing and otherwise enjoying her tits.

Brenda had numerous dealing with Kid Rotten, as her super heroine persona. None of them were ever pleasant. Indeed, she had beaten him down at least a dozen times, and dragged him off to jail eight times. He was a slimy, woman exploiting pimp, and she despised him.

“Eeeooowww,” Lydia cried.

Head whipping around, Brenda saw that J-Paz had unfastened her ward’s bra. Her gorgeous, globular white 36Ds were fully exposed to the world and the paparazzi cameras. The pimp’s massive black hand was squeezing one tit, while the other hand was trying to push down into Lydia’s thongs.

“Wait,” Brenda cried, feeling Kid’s hand grab her bra between her monster tits. “No!”

Too late. She felt her 38Gs pop loose as the bra was dragged straight down. He left her bra around her waist, riding her well rounded hips like Ms Americana’s power belt. Then Kid grabbed the end of her long, black hair and jerked her head straight back. While she was distracted, he buried his face in her cleavage.

Suddenly, more men of little of no morals crowded in. Someone grabbed her face with both hands and forced her into a fierce kiss. As that happened, Kid sucked a sweet nipple into his mouth and she felt other hands started to grope, caress, pinch and otherwise molest her curvaceous body. One especially bold hand slipped under her thong and began caressing her twat.

Brenda felt her body change. It started to tingle, especially within her pussy and breasts. It was the sex feeling. That feeling her body loved to experience too much. That feeling that suppressed her normal rational thoughts, and replaced them with a need to intensify her own pleasure. It was that feeling that helped turn her into the perfect little fuck toy for the white slavers the night before, and would hand her over on a silver platter to the pimps molesting her right now if she didn’t stop them fast.

“Uuuummmmgggghhh,” Brenda cried into the kiss, then broke free of the clench. “Get away from me! I mean it.”

Brenda twisted and turned, ducked reaching hands and darted out of the sex crazed crowd. She spotted Lydia. The sexy blonde was struggling valiantly, but losing. J-Paz had a finger up her cunt and two other men had each taken a tit and were sucking merrily on their prize.

“Get off her, you lechers!” Brenda cried, kicking the men on Lydia’s tits in the back of their knees. They fell backwards with cries of surprise. That opened the way for Brenda to send a vicious roundhouse to J-Paz’s temple.

“Aaaiiieee,” he cried, releasing Lydia and falling back to rub the sore spot and growing knot.

Brenda didn’t hesitate. She seized Lydia’s left hand, then scooped up the teenager’s discarded bra. Then pulling Lydia behind her, the former billionaire half dragged her ward out of the crowd.

Brenda felt her face flush hotly as the crowd laughed merrily and flung rude and crude comments after them. Thankfully, no one pursued them. It was hard to run in dirt wearing five inch stilettos, especially without her power belt.

They raced down the fence in front of Wade Manor, then past it. They ran straight into the surrounding forest, and didn’t stop until they were too exhausted to continue.