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 6

By Dark One

CHAPTER 6

“I’m sorry,” Lydia said.

Brenda stopped and looked over her shoulder at her ward. Lydia looked near tears. In her zeal to return home and reclaim at least a part of her former life, Brenda hadn’t been paying attention to Lydia. For the last hour she’d been intently watching the comings and goings of the Wade Manor security guards on patrol. The actual fenced in grounds were vast and required an elaborate security system.

“Sorry about what?”

“I’m unworthy,” Lydia said. “I’ve failed you.”

Stepping back into the night shadows of the midnight forest, Brenda stood facing Lydia. Both were still wearing nothing but their bras, thongs and high heels, while Brenda also wore a garter belt and black hose. She hoped to remedy that very soon.

“I don’t understand, sweetheart,” she said, concerned for Lydia’s emotional well being.

“The white slavers were right. I’m a shameless, wanton slut,” Lydia said, her bright blue eyes dropping to the forest floor.

Brenda immediately enveloped Lydia into her arms. Lydia’s head lay comfortably on her shoulder.

“Great Liberty, why would you listen to those miscreants,” Brenda said.

“Because it’s true. I almost had myself convinced it wasn’t true, but then that nasty pimp grabbed me and I just melted,” Lydia said. “As soon as he touched my tit I was all a-tingle and panting with need. Within moments all I wanted was to have an orgasm. I wanted him, or anyone, to fuck me until I came and came and came. Just like the previous night.” She pulled sway, looking Brenda in the eyes. “Brenda, it didn’t take long last night before I was fucking them back, and when they stopped, I cried and begged them to keep fucking me.”

Brenda cupped her face in both hands and kissed her lovingly.

“Honey,” Brenda said, smiling. “Sweetheart, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. They are monsters. They use sex to break women all the time. They are wickedly professional in the job of pushing young women’s sexual buttons. You watched them gang bang me. I was a full participant shortly after starting, too.”

“But you didn’t beg for more,” Lydia sobbed.

“I was too exhausted,” she said. “I was fucked senseless. But if they had stopped sooner, I’m sure I would’ve begged for more. I totally lost myself in the sex.”

“Me too!” Lydia cried. “I like totally forgot who and what they were. I like WANTED them to enjoy it too, like I was enjoying it.”

“Exactly, dear heart,” Brenda said knowingly. “We are two superior women. And, though it may be a curse, superior women have superior sex drives and sexual appetites. Unfortunately for us, we cannot indulge ourselves in sex. It steals our super powers.”

“I know,” Lydia said, eyes dropping again. “I don’t know why we’re trying to break into Wade Manor. If we get our costumes, they won’t help us. We’ll still be just as weak as we are now.”

“Not forever,” Brenda said. “Besides, I need to get my purse back. We need cash, and at least one of our credit cards.” She looked down at her own body, running a hand across her naked belly. “And maybe we can even get some of our clothes.”

“That would be awesome great,” Lydia said, suddenly brightening up.

They kissed each other on the cheek and returned to their vigil. It had been a very long time since Brenda deigned to monitor her security measures. She hired a damn good security chief ten years back and hadn’t given it too much thought since. Ty Hardin did a great job, so until now she didn’t have to worry about her personal security at home.

Security proved quite vigilant. She barely recalled the patrol schedule, and now saw that a pair of guards passed on patrol in a golf cart every five minutes. They would be hard pressed to leave the cover of the woods, get over the ten foot iron-spiked fence, and to the main house before the guards returned and spotted them. There wasn’t a lot of cover once on the grounds to hide behind, so they had to find an unlocked door and get inside fast.

“Dammit to Hell,” Brenda said, then glanced at Lydia’s surprised look. “Uh, excuse my French.” She smiled weakly. “This whole sordid affair has my mind reeling, but that is no excuse to be vulgar. I’m sorry.”

“No problem. I understand,” Lydia said. “I dropped the F-word while we were talking earlier. I should’ve said ‘love making’ or some such alternative.”

“No, the word ‘fuck’ is the only way to describe what those insidious morons did to us,” Brenda said, face darkening. “They fucked the shit out of both of us.”

“Amen,” Lydia said, then giggled she was so scandalized.

“Amen,” Brenda said. Then she glanced back at Wade Manor. Turning back to Lydia, “Honey, we are only going to have about five minutes to race to the fence, get over, and then find an open door or window. The security officer riding shotgun is wearing night vision goggles, so we will be like twin beacons to him while we’re in the open.”

“It’s like midnight, Brenda. There won’t be any unlocked doors,” Lydia said, suddenly worried. Then her pretty face lit up. “Wait. My car. I keep a spare key in the glove box of my car, just in case I lose my keys.”

Brenda smiled. Lydia had a problem losing her keys. Who knew that problem would save them now.

“Great,” Brenda said. “The garage doors are all still open. I think the chauffer is up at the main house.”

“I wonder what they are doing up there,” Lydia said, eyeing the mansion. All the lights were on, in every room. “Probably some kind of victory celebration.”

“Yes,” Brenda said darkly, glowering at the mansion. “I was so good to those people. Why would they turn on us so gleefully?”

“Jealousy,” Lydia said, nodding. “I see it all the time in college. Especially other women are sooo jealous of me. They don’t mind rich. Or pretty. But rich and pretty is more than they can take. So they are spiteful and catty. I just ignore them.”

“Good for you,” Brenda said. “I had the same problem when I went to school.”

Brenda spotted the security golf cart’s headlights out of the corner of her eyes. She turned to watch them a moment.

“Are you ready?”

“I was born ready.”

Brenda and Lydia shared a confident grin. They had done far more dangerous and physically demanding stuff than this. The hardest part would be scaling the tall iron fence. As Ms Americana and Flag Girl they could’ve just jumped over it. No problem. Tonight, it would be a problem. Once inside the fence it would be a cake walk.

Hidden behind the lush foliage at the forest’s edge, they watched the security patrol pass. Once they were out of sight, and thus couldn’t see them with the night vision goggles, they emerged boldly and dashed towards the perimeter fence of their former home. This wasn’t the first time they had been forced to break into Wade Manor, but it was the first time something truly bad could happen to them if caught.

Reaching the fence, they leaped high and caught hold. Then they slowly climbed the last couple of feet to the spiky top. Easing over that proved more troublesome. But both women soon found themselves on the other side.

“Well, that was fun,” Brenda said, panting from the exertion.

“Duh, yeah,” Lydia said, then grinned. “I almost got spiked, in the worst way up on top.”

Brenda shuddered. “I saw. When you slipped I thought the worse. But you caught yourself with that deadly spike just an inch from her privates.”

“Eeks, that would’ve hurt.”

“But we made it,” Brenda said, suddenly energized. “We only have a minute or so before the next patrol arrives. To the garage.”

With that the scantily clad duo raced across the dewy lawn and into the dark garage. Lydia found her car, and riffled through the glove box.

“Got it!”

“Great,” Brenda said, taking the key. “Let’s get inside the house, then inside our costumes.”

Brenda led the way to a side door that was rarely used. Lydia’s key was a master key, so would work on any of the exterior doors. The doors were French doors leading into the library. They peeked inside and found the room empty, though the lights were on inside and the inside door open.

“Felicity has probably ordered all the lights turned on so she can go room to room and gloat,” Brenda said, scowling. “Sneaky, back-stabbing bitch.”

“Yeah. I never did like her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it,” Lydia said, frowning. “She was just too good to be true.”

“I see that now, but I so wanted her to be true,” Brenda said. “This is all my fault. I never trusted any of my personal assistants like I trusted her. But she was so damn good, and I saw a way to put more of my time and energy into being Ms Americana, and selfishly took the opportunity she offered. I was such a fool.”

“It’s not your fault, Brenda. She is evil,” Lydia said. “And together, we will right this wrong, and put her away in prison in doing so.”

“Where she belongs,” Brenda said. Then she pushed the key into the lock. “Ready or not, here we come.”

Brenda turned the key. The lock clicked, and knob turned. She opened the door.

WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!

“Great Liberty, the alarm is active!” Brenda cried.

“We’ve got to get out of here,” Lydia cried, wild eyed.

They both knew that with the alarm active security’s monitoring system would tell them instantly where the breech was at. Guards would be swarming them shortly.

“Run!” Brenda cried, then turned around to find ten security guards standing around them in a semi-circle.

“Hello Brenda,” Ty Hardin said. He was the head of security that Brenda handpicked to lead her security team. “Caught you red-handed breaking and entering.”

“Don’t be obtuse, Ty,” Brenda said. “You know Felicity stole this house from me. And that I will get it back.”

“That’s right, buck-o,” Lydia said. “Help us and you can keep your job. Otherwise, you’ll be out on the street.”

“The only ones out on the street are you two,” Felicity said from behind them. She smiled cruelly. “I knew you would return. I wasn’t absolutely sure it would be tonight, but I strongly suspected it would be. Ty and his quick reaction team have been waiting.”

“Not long,” Ty said, chuckling. “The infrared cameras you ordered installed picked them up while they were still in the woods casing the place.” He turned to grin into Brenda’s and Lydia’s disbelieving faces. “We’ve been tracking your progress the whole time. Close call atop the fence, Lydia.”

“You bastard!” Lydia cried, and charged him.

Brenda turned on Felicity instead. She knew they would be captured and tossed out again, but she wanted Felicity to know she was here. She wanted her to hurt like she was hurting. Brenda wanted Felicity to FEAR her return.

“Die, Felicity!” Brenda cried, seizing her gown between the breasts.

RRRIIIPPP!

Felicity’s sweetly perky tits flounced out into public view. Her first instinct was to cross her arms before them. That gave Brenda the opportunity to grab her long, silky brown hair and thrust Felicity’s face into the door jamb.

“Ahh!” Felicity cried, and her knees gave out.

Brenda got two good kicks in before Ty crashed into her. His tackle drove her deep into the library.

Meanwhile, Lydia managed to kick one, two, three security guards -- first one in the head, second in the stomach and third in the balls. The fourth got a savage punch in the jaw, which had no effect on him except to surprise and anger him. She froze in place, shocked her strength was nothing. Then she remembered she wasn’t Flag Girl, so didn’t have her power belt on.

In retaliation, the guard punched Lydia in the stomach.

“Uuugghhhh,” she said, doubling up in intense agony.

Both of her arms were seized and Lydia was lifted up to stand straight before her enemies. The guards she had kicked crowded in before her. The one she kicked in the balls retaliated first, by kicking her in the cunt.

“Eeeeoooooowwww!”

Then all three started kicking and punching her. They pounded her face, tits, belly and pussy. Already weakened by her long ordeal the previous night, Lydia quickly succumbed to the beating and passed out.

“The little blonde’s been beaten into submission, boss,” a security guard called cheerfully. “Boy was that fun.”

“What?” Brenda cried, horrified.

“Good job, boys,” Felicity called with a strained voice. “Tie her up. Tight.”

Brenda found herself beneath Ty Hardin. He was tall and heavily muscled. His hair was cut military fashion, and his dark eyes bore into her. He was more than twice her weight, and way more than twice her strength. It was humiliating, knowing how easily she could toss him around as Ms Americana, but was all but helpless within his grasp as Brenda Wade.

“Let go of me, you traitor,” Brenda snarled, struggling valiantly but fruitlessly.

“Don’t think so, thief,” Ty said, rolling her over onto her belly.

“Thief? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“You broke into my home,” Felicity said, now standing over Brenda. All Brenda could see of her tormentor was her black pumps just inches from her face, but her attention was taken away when her arms were pulled behind her back. He did it so effortlessly it shamed her. Then she felt Ty snap a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. “I’m going to call the police now.”

“What?”

“I have no choice but to have you and Lydia thrown into jail,” Felicity said. “In jail I’m sure you will discover a whole new life -- as lesbian bitches, girlfriends to the bigger and stronger women.”

“You bitch! How dare you!” Brenda cried as Ty pulled her up to kneel before Felicity. “First you steal my fortune, now you want to throw me in jail.”

“And Lydia,” Felicity said. “Don’t forget dear, innocent, sweet Lydia. I wonder what will become of her, since you won’t be there to protect her. You see, I’ve thought this all out. I have the power and influence to have you separated in the can. Poor thing, so small and soft. So vulnerable. I bet she becomes the sweetest piece of ass in the cell block.”

Brenda was horrified. A vision of Lydia forced to pleasure hard, cruel women and guards flashed before her eyes. It was inconceivable. That couldn’t happen. Not to her, and especially not to LYDIA.

“Ah, here’s the little darling now,” Felicity said oh so smugly.

“Fuck you,” Lydia said groggily.

“Ooo, such a nasty tongue, too,” Felicity said. Then in a playfully scolding voice, she said to Brenda, “And I thought you raised her better than that. What a crying shame.”

“Ms A….<cough>….Brenda, what are we going to do?” Lydia said.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Brenda said softly. She swallowed hard. “Felicity is going to have us arrested. She’ll press charges, and we could go to prison.”

“Oohh,” Lydia groaned, swooning. “I can’t…..I don’t want to…Oohhh, Lord, what can I do?”

“What can you do?” Felicity said, capturing both captured women’s attention. Hope started to stir. She smiled evilly when she noticed she had both of her enemies’ rapt attention. She loved the look of fragile hope on their beautiful faces. “I guess we could work something out.” She winked at Ty, then looked at the distressed duo with a stern expression. “You have a choice. Submit, or jail.”

“Submit?” they said together.

“Yes, my sweet morsels, you can submit to me and my staff, or I’ll have you both thrown in jail,” Felicity said. “Either way, you are going to have sex with people you don’t want to have sex with, but if you submit then you get to walk out of here tomorrow morning free women.”

“And since you can’t afford bail, you will be stuck in county jail for all the months up to your trial,” Ty added. “And, of course, you will have a two-bit lawyer assigned to you, so you know you will lose and be sent to prison for at least a year, probably more.”

Brenda’s blood ran cold. Felicity had planned this out too well. She had no doubt the newly elected district attorney was already in the loop. And since Brenda and Lydia had campaigned long and hard AGAINST his election, and lost, she had no doubt he was up for a little revenge prosecutions. Brenda couldn't see how they’d get less than five years each of hard time.

“You leave us no choice,” Brenda whispered, her baby blues dropping to the floor in shame.

“Oh my God,” Lydia said.

“We have no choice, dear heart,” Brenda said softly. “We can do this. And we’ll be free come morning.”

“Then you submit? Totally?” Felicity said, eyes bright with wicked glee.

“We submit, Felicity,” Brenda said, lifting her head high. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “We are yours, to do with as you please until morning.”

“Until morning,” Lydia repeated softly.

“Then I accept the terms as well,” Felicity said. She nodded at Ty. “Let’s get this party started.”

Brenda immediately felt Ty’s big hands at her back. He had a deft touch, and a second later her strapless, black lace bra popped off. She felt her 38Gs pop free, and drop and bounce. Everyone’s eyes riveted on her magnificent tits as they bounced enticingly before their wondrous eyes. Then Ty reached over and unfastened Lydia’s bra.

“Brenda’s tits are 38Gs, boys,” Felicity said in a near whisper, so transfixed by the sight before her she could barely think, much less speak. “And Lydia’s no slouch with a pair of 36Ds.” She caught Brenda’s eyes. “My research was very thorough, as you can see.”

Brenda looked around at all the lecherous eyes surrounding them. She was so distressed she never saw all the others enter the library. Clive was there, looking hungry as a wolf. Both Tami Jo and Mimi were there, looking equally as lustful. Plus the Chauffer and Ty and his ten guards. It was a big group to submit to, and she didn’t know what to expect from the women: Felicity, Tami Jo and Mimi.

Tami Jo stepped in front of Lydia. The beautiful redheaded maid had all the jewelry Felicity had taken off her earlier in the evening. While Tami Jo placed the jewelry back on Lydia, Mimi stepped in front of Brenda with her sparkling diamond jewelry.

“Everyone has a fantasy,” Felicity said as Mimi put Brenda’s jewelry on her, and Tami Jo stepped behind Lydia and dropped to her knees. “Apparently, MY staff has very dark sex fantasies concerning having their way with rich, haughty Brenda and Lydia.”

“You’re all sick perverts,” Brenda said as she felt Ty kneel behind her and snuggle up close. “Oh.”

“Oh, yes, it has begun,” Felicity said, taking a seat to watch the games. “And you have to cooperate completely. Obey every command, or else, you get fucked AND thrown in jail. I will not tolerate anything short of absolute obedience in my SEX SLAVES.” She locked malicious eyes with Brenda, then cut a sharp look into Lydia’s horrified eyes. “Begin.”

Ty’s hands were laid on her narrow waist. Then Brenda felt him start to caress her silky smooth skin as he buried his face deep into her silky, fragrance black mane. Brenda clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as his hands came up to cup her tits. She couldn’t stand the look of supreme satisfaction on Felicity’s too smug face.

“Ooooohhh,” Lydia groaned. Tami Jo was doing the same exact thing to her, but then she gently raked her long pink nails across the blonde beauty’s sensitive tits. Tami Jo worked Lydia’s tits until the sexy teen was squirming and panting, then one hand slid down her rock hard belly and plunged into her red thongs. “Eeeeooooowwww.”

As Tami Jo started caressing and fingering Lydia’s cunt lips, Ty pinched Brenda’s hard, erect nipples. She yelped and jumped. Then he rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers.

“Ooouuuuwww,” Brenda groaned. “Oh, you bastard.”

“Damn, they’re already starting to get into it,” Felicity said, looking very excited herself. “Look at how Lydia is grinding her hips. And look, Brenda’s knees spread wider without prompting.”

“You’re right,” Clive said. “They are a pair of suppressed sluts.”

“Dey will make zhe best of whores,” Mimi said in her thick French accent.

Mimi squatted before Brenda, her short black skirt riding up her shapely legs. Brenda glanced down, and was surprised to see Mimi wasn’t wearing any panties. And she was clean shaven down there. Then the petite French brunette reached down and gently stroked her former mistress’s hypersensitive nether lips. Brenda felt her body responding. Felt the juices start to flow. In less than a minute Mimi’s fingers were wet, and she then spread Brenda’s sex open after ripping off her delicate black silk thong. Brenda felt the cool air on her sex. She felt Mimi’s long red nails gently stroking her clitoris.

Brenda couldn’t believe how fast her already tortured body was responding to their combined hands. Her body was burning. Her breasts and pussy were all a-tingle, aching with need. She wasn’t sure who was ravaging her resolve and will power more, Ty or Mimi.

Mimi leaned forward, her nose just inches from Brenda’s. Her lips inches away. Brenda looked down, down Mimi’s cleavage. She licked her lips, and then saw Mimi’s tongue slip out and run across her already shimmering red lips. Mimi’s free hand reached up and cupped Brenda’s face. She cocked her head, and Brenda cocked hers the other way.

“Mmmmm,” they both groaned as their red lips melted together into a greasy lipstick kiss.

Brenda pushed into the kiss as she began caressing and fondling Brenda’s satiny 38Gs. A woman’s delicate, sensitive touch was so much different from the demanding hands of a man. Her lips soft and warm; her kiss sensuous and enthralling. Then Mimi’s tongue pushed past her lips.

“Mmmmuuunnnnn,” Brenda groaned.

The index finger of Ty’s left hand slipped into her vagina. Brenda gasped and groaned. His finger felt so large pressing deeper and deeper. Then his right index finger started to massage her clit. It was like electricity arcing through her body. Her back arched and every muscle tensed.

“Uuuhhhhhmmmmm,” she said into Mimi’s sensual kiss.

Ty and Mimi pushed Brenda to the brink. She was panting through her nose, French kissing her former French maid. While her former head of security was violating her in the most intimate manner imaginable. She could feel the sweat rolling across her overheated skin. Feel the cool air upon that wet skin. But mostly, she felt Ty’s and Mimi’s lips and hands driving her wild.

“Uuugghhhhh-ooooowweeee,” Brenda cried when Mimi released her lips and sucked in a rock hard pink nipple. “I can….not….take this…..Aaaeeeiiiiiiiieeeee!”

“There she blows,” Felicity said, and laughed. “Your turn, Lydia Dear Heart.”

While Mimi and Ty were kissing, fondling and fingering Brenda into ecstasy, Tami Jo was working the lovely blonde ward over, but good. Just like earlier, with the pimp, Lydia’s will power crumbled soon after physical contact was made. Tami Jo’s erotic touch was too much. Her nipples hardened immediately, and she was soon panting, gasping, writhing. Tami Jo knew a woman’s body too well, and quickly began working on Lydia’s clitoris. The helpless blonde just laid her head back on Tami Jo’s shoulder and trembled as the erotic heat consumed her shapely young body.

Hearing Brenda scream her orgasm was too much. Lydia lost it. She felt that heady tingle turn into that mad rush to climax. She didn’t even try to stop it.

The climax erupted deep within her belly.

“Eeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeee!”

“Was it something I did?” Tami Jo said and everyone laughed. She pushed Lydia away and stood up. Then she walked around the women that used to boss her around shamelessly. Lydia lay on the floor, face down, gasping and quivering. Tami Jo delicately placed her right foot inches from Lydia’s sweet lips. “Kiss it, slut.”

Lydia opened her eyes and saw the shiny black pump before her. The foot and leg coming from the stiletto heeled pump was sheathed in black hose. She could hear Brenda grunting and gasping next to her. Lydia had no choice.

Lifting her head, Lydia reached out with her shimmering red lips and gently kissed the toe of the shoe. She left a delicate lip print in the shiny patent leather finish. Tami Jo smiled.

“Now, whore, lick my shoe clean. Lick every square inch of it,” she said viciously. “And lick it like you mean it, bitch.”

“Lick it like you LOVE it,” Felicity commanded. “Now.”

“I don’t understand,” Lydia said, hesitating.

“I said now,” Felicity said, starting to get angry.

“Do it, sweat heart,” Brenda gasped out. “It’s our only hope.”

“Here, watch how your beloved Brenda does it,” Felicity said, standing and walking over to Brenda. Mimi gave up her spot, licking her wet fingers as she moved aside with a big grin. Ty pushed Brenda forward, to all fours. Then he unzipped and pulled his cock out. Brenda froze at the sound of his zipper. “Slave, it is time you showed proper respect to the woman that defeated and cast you down into the pits of despair and debauchery. Start at the toe. Lick the entire shoe, then start working your way up until I say otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes,” Brenda said, licking her dry lips.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, mistress,” Brenda said, feeling her face fire up with scalding shame. She felt Ty started to rub her twat with his hard cock. It was a big cock. A cock she knew would break her in short order. And, worst of all, it was a cock she couldn’t stop. “Goddess have mercy.”

Brenda lowered her face, and lips, to Felicity’s black pump. The shoe was one of Lydia’s super expensive designer shoes, now belonging to Felicity. Apparently, most if not all of Lydia’s clothes fit Felicity well enough. Just as her full red lips touched the toe of Felicity’s shoe, Ty’s cock head penetrated her sopping wet nether lips, filling up her slit and sending a jolt to her libido. She literally felt her pussy juices start to flow.

“That’s it, my little impoverished slut,” Felicity cooed. “Lick it like you love it.”

Lydia gawked at Brenda, bent over, ass in the air, licking Felicity’s foot. Then she saw Ty thrust forward, impaling her beautiful, well endowed mentor on his grotesquely large dick. Brenda’s long, shimmering hair fell forward, tenting her activities and making it hard to see what she was doing. But Lydia knew. She felt ever lick deep in her belly. Every lick beat down her resolve some more.

<How can I fight them if Brenda can’t?>

“Ooooohhhh,” Brenda groaned as Ty pulled back, and thrust deeper. “Ahhhh.”

“I KNEW she’d like getting fucked,” Ty said enthusiastically. “She’s been staring hungrily at my bulge from the first day I worked here.” He indicated Lydia. “And she was worse, going so far as flirting with me. She even groped me once.”

“And you weren’t allowed to touch her, were you?” Felicity said.

“Hell no! It would’ve cost me my job, and I’m sure she would’ve screamed rape or something,” Ty said angrily. He started pumping in and out of Brenda harder and faster. Felicity watched this, and grinned. Lydia dropped her eyes. “Dammit, I’m going to fuck her long and hard too. She’ll reap what she sowed, that’s for damned sure.”

<There’s no use fighting them,> Lydia thought dismally. Brenda was finished licking the shoe, and was working her way up Felicity’s long, shapely leg. It wasn’t easy for her, with Ty ramming her hard and fast from behind and her wrists still handcuffed behind her back. Then seeing how Felicity was looking at Brenda, she thought, <This won’t end well for us. I just know it.>

Lydia bent over and started licking Tami Jo’s shoe as the chauffer moved up behind her. His fingers quickly found her wet cunt. She relaxed and let him have his way as she started licking up Tami Jo’s tall stiletto.

Meanwhile, Brenda reached Felicity’s inner thigh. She’d hoped her arch enemy would stop her before now. But it wasn’t to be. Apparently, Felicity hated her so much she wanted forced cunnilingus from her.

“Eat my pussy,” Felicity snarled. “See what DEFEAT tastes like. Find out what a Drakes tastes like.”

“Yes, mistress,” Brenda said docilely. But, she silently swore, one day, soon, she would not be so docile. And Felicity would rue this day. “Anything you say, mistress.”

“Aeeeiiieee,” Lydia cried out as the guard impaled her pussy.

“Be strong, sweat heart,” Brenda said. “I’m so sorry I led you into this.”

“I can’t take it, Brenda,” Lydia gasped out. “It’s too much. I’m losing myself. I don’t have the strength to fight them anymore.”

“I know,” Brenda said sadly. “Neither do I….Ooohhh….ahh.” She shook her head, trying to gain some semblance of self control. “There’s no shame in surrender, Lydia. There are too many of them and they are too perverted for either of us to hope to prevail.”

Mimi pulled up Felicity’s chair, and the new mistress of the manor sat. There was nothing lady like about her either. Felicity spread her silky legs wide, and then lifted her feet until she sat the tip of her sharp stilettos on the corners of the chair’s seat. Her bikini waxed pussy sat inches from Brenda’s face. The former mistress of the house could smell her mistress’s nether scent, pungent and reeking of need. The pussy’s lips and the skin around it were shiny with pussy juices.

Felicity reached down between her legs and extended two perfectly manicured fingers, with long red nails. Those two fingers came down on either side of the lips of her labia, and spread them open. Wide open.

Brenda lowered her full red lips to Felicity’s spread open cunt, giving her a deep, open-mouth kiss. Her tongue reached out and stroked Felicity in the most intimate manner. Brenda looked up to see Felicity’s victoriously gaze down at her. So Brenda just closed her eyes and started sucking and licking.

“Mmm, good girl,” Felicity murmured.

Brenda felt Felicity’s body reacting to her efforts. Like herself, the beautiful traitor was a needy woman. Every stroke of Brenda’s tongue caused a reaction in Felicity’s high strung young body. She was soon gasping and groaning, her body trembling and quaking. The more Felicity reacted to Brenda’s efforts, the harder Brenda tried.

“Look at her go,” Ty said. He gasped and started pounding harder. “Oh, yeah, baby! Oh yeah! Look at me, I’m fucking Brenda Wade! I’m really fucking Brenda Wade!”

“Uuummmmmm,” Brenda groaned. His hammering of her pussy was pushing her up to the brink. Much more, and she would climax yet again. “Uuuhhhhmmmm.”

“And you are going to fuck her cock teasing whore of a ward next,” Felicity said.

“Oooohhh, yeah,” Ty gasped out, and Brenda felt his cock convulsing, and hot semen flooding deep inside her belly.

That was too much for the overheated woman. The heat infusing her body changed, and within seconds she was crying out with supreme pleasure. Ty kept on pumping in and out of her, pushing her past that wonderful point again. All she could do was lay her face on Felicity’s wet twat and scream.

“Don’t stop, damn you, Brenda, don’t stop now,” Felicity cried. “I’m so close. So close.”

While her pussy quivering and clenching repeatedly around Ty’s still hard cock, Brenda hungrily returned to Felicity’s cunt. This time, though, she immediately attacked her clit. Sucking in the erect, extended clit, Brenda sucked on it hard, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Felicity’s eyes went wide and her back arched.

“My GOD!”

Brenda was relentless. Sucking and flicking that clit, driving Felicity wild with intense pleasure. The newly made billionaire bucked and gasped, cried out and groaned. Within moments Brenda felt Felicity’s body changing, and knew she was about to cum.

“Yes!” Felicity cried. “OH YES! Oh….Oh….Oooohhh, Yyyyyyeeessssss!”

A sudden flow of juices accompanied Felicity’s screaming climax, as well as clenching and quivering of her pussy and lower belly. Brenda kept up her efforts until Felicity let out a deep breath and totally relaxed upon the chair, her long silky legs flopping to either side of Brenda.

Brenda lifted her face and looked around. Felicity was sprawled in her chair, limbs in all directions and a big satisfied smile on her face. Ty was sitting behind her, with an equally satisfied look on his grinning face. And Lydia had her face buried in Tami Jo’s cunt, as the redheaded maid stood over her, legs wide and head thrown back in abject pleasure. Lydia was lapping at her exposed, red pubic-haired cunt with enthusiasm, while the chauffer was stroking his cock and spewing spunk all over Lydia’s shapely white hiney.

When Tami Jo climaxed, the shapely maid cried out, and fell straight back onto the floor. Lydia was left kneeling there, her wet and shiny face thrust in the air, jaw jutting to get that perfect angle.

“Ha! Too funny,” Felicity said. Then she dragged herself to her feet. Her legs wobbled a second. “Whew! That was better than I thought it would be. Not bad for my first lesbian experience.” She shared a secret wink with Ty. “I might consider switching teams if I didn’t love cock so much.”

“Slut,” Brenda whispered.

Clive stepped up to Brenda. She gasped and looked up his long body. His bulging crotch was in her face. But she couldn’t believe dour old Clive would want sex, especially sex with her. But he did, and pulled out his long, thin cock.

Brenda nodded and opened her mouth obediently. She paused to savor the taste of his manhood, then pushed down further on his dick. Clive groaned with pleasure, pushing his age-spotted hands deep into her glossy black mane. Then Tami Jo joined them, coming up behind Brenda and reaching around to cup her 38Gs.

Like Mimi before her, Tami Jo slid a hand down to Brenda’s twat and began massaging her clitoris. While rolling Brenda’s nipple between two fingers, she fingered her former employer mercilessly. Brenda kept on sucking Clive, panting through her nose, never getting enough oxygen. Fortunately, Clive didn’t get a lot of sex, so lost his load in Brenda’s mouth quickly.

That didn’t stop Tami Jo, though. She didn’t relent until Brenda climaxed three times and lay in her arms exhausted and helpless. Then the sexy redhead stood up and strutted from the room.

“Okay, Ty,” Felicity said, being helped towards the door by Mimi. They were arm-in-arm. The French maid’s breasts were exposed and her left hand was stroking Felicity’s firm round rump. Apparently Felicity wanted to further explore this whole lesbian sex thing. “Take them both up to their FORMER bedrooms. I want you and security to fuck them stupid in their own beds, then flip them over and do it again.” The impatiently waiting men cheered. “Oh, and when you’re through with them, toss them into the trash as we discussed.”

As ordered, the ten security guards dragged Brenda and Lydia up to their respective bedrooms. Brenda was forced to straddle the first guard, impaling herself upon his long, thick cock. Before she even got up a good rhythm riding that hard cock, another guard mounted her from behind. Sodomized her big time. All the used and abused former billionaire could do was groaned miserably, for she dared not complain for fear of going to prison. Then the third and forth guards climbed up onto the bed, to either side of Brenda, and she was forced to alternate sucking them off.

Then they started their rotation, through all of her former guards fucking their way through all of her orifices. After the guards fucked one of the women in every orifice, then they would go to the other room and get in line to fuck the other. They went back and forth between the two women. Ty even arranged for the on duty guards to rotate through as well. To Brenda’s surprised, off duty guards came in for a shot of her and Lydia’s asses.

Every guard fucked every orifice of both women, and some even titty fucked them. By sunrise Brenda was mindless, an automation obeying commands and receiving an untold number of climaxes. By nine in the morning, the manor’s guard force was finally sated.

They were half dragged down to the Wade Manor security van and shoved inside. Brenda passed out once left alone on the cold steel floor of the van, snuggled up with Lydia. Both of their shapely bodies were covered with drying cum. Every orifice ached, and their jaws as well.

All Brenda wore was her garter belt, hose and shoes. Lydia only had her red shoes. It wasn’t a concern to the sleeping women until they were rudely roused and pulled out of the van.

“Where are we?” Brenda asked, looking around with big worried eyes.

She didn’t recognize the place. They were in an alley. It was filled with filth.

“An alley down in the Sugar Town red light district,” Ty said, grinning with a wicked look in his dark eyes. “So a couple of sluts like you two shouldn’t have a problem finding gainful employment.”

Two guards stepped forward. One removed Brenda’s handcuffs and the other freed Lydia’s wrists. Brenda tried to rub her aching wrists, but her much abused arms were still in shock from being bound so cruelly for so long. Her arms only hung at her side, but she felt the strength starting to return quickly enough.

<At least Felicity kept her word and didn’t have us arrested for breaking and entering,> Brenda thought, looking around dismally.

Suddenly, Brenda was picked up by the guard and dumped head first into a trash dumpster. Seconds later Lydia came crashing down atop her.

“Ack! Ewww!” Brenda said, feeling icky, slimy, disgustingly stinky stuff touching her bare skin in very intimate places, smearing her shapely body.

“Aagggh. So icky eww,” Lydia squealed.

As one they two super shapely beauties stood up in the dumpster. Two guards were waiting with fierce looks on their faces. Brenda’s baby blues suddenly grew big, as she spotted the blackjacks in their raises hands. Saw them way too late.

THUMP! WHACK!

“Ugh!” the desecrated beauties grunted, and collapsed bonelessly back into the dumpster.

“Now we can honestly say the TRASH has been thrown out,” Ty laughed and the guards all departed.