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 8
By Dark One
CHAPTER 8
“Got ‘em, Got Chic,” Got Gal said, well pleased with herself.
“You’re right again,” Got Chic’s voice said from the cell phone. Got Gal was high atop an office building, while her sidekick was down on the ground. “They got the one you said they would. Bethany Wadsworth.”
“I just didn’t think they’d get her two little sisters at the same time,” Got Gal said, frowning. All the super rich Wadsworth daughters were being held tightly by white slavers while being chloroformed into submission. Got Gal truly felt sorry for them, but they did serve a valuable service to the community by luring the Debutante-a-day Gang out to captured them, thus allowing Got Gal and Got Chic the opportunity to capture them. “Let’s go put them out of business, Got Chic!”
“Right on, Got Gal!”
Got Gal
paused only for a second. She usually
didn’t get involved in such criminal investigations. She had her own specialty. This was really Ms Americana’s field of expertise. But Ms Americana had a “bad” experience nine
days back, almost getting herself and Flag Girl captured. Only the timely arrival of the police saved
“Be careful,” Got Gal said. “They almost took out Ms Americana and Flag Girl with chloroform.”
She idly
wondered what had become of that most famous of
“We won’t fall for any of their juvenile ruses,” Got Chic said cheerfully. “Got Chic, out.”
“Out,” Got Gal said, and turned off the cell phone.
Glancing
down, Got Gal saw one of the white slavers pull down the red tube top on the
youngest
“Oh,” Got Gal said, her throat tightening as she felt a surge from the Got-Emerald fastened to her bikini top, right between her massive 38Gs. Breathing became difficult as her gloved hands reached for her own breasts as the slavers started struggling with the three girls’ tight jeans. “Easy does it, girl.”
That damn emerald had a curse on it. The more she wore it, the hornier she became. Right now, the gemstone that made her super strong and nearly invulnerable wanted her to go have some rip roaring sex. But she couldn’t do that. She had to save those poor heiresses, not join with their captors in debauchery.
“Everything good and worthwhile has a price,” she reminded herself. Then she spotted Got Chic plowing into the distracted white slavers. “Oh, my, I must hurry.”
Her young protégé was very eager and rarely waited for her mentor to lead the charge, so to speak. Too often, Got Chic was first into battle. The young, buxom African-American LOVED to kick butt. And she was quite good at it, too. But she was barely a match for four large men.
Got Gal dived over the edge of the ten story office building. One of her powers was the power of flight. Using that power, she power dived straight down towards the raging battle below.
Got Chic
was kicking butt, big time. The three
In the few seconds it took to speed down ten stories and two blocks, Got Gal admired her sidekick’s fighting ability. She was a head shorter than Got Gal’s own 6 foot frame, and built more slender. But boy could that woman move. And move fast. Flying kicks seemed to be her favorite way to strike down her opponents, and it looked spectacular when she did it. Already three men were down on one knee, and once she arrived they’d all be beaten into submission.
“Take THAT!” Got Gal cried as she kicked out and cold-cocked a white slaver as she dropped from the sky.
“Good one, Got Gal,” Got Chic called happily. “But what took you so long?”
“I was admiring how dashing and daring you are from above,” she said, and winked.
“Ha!” she cried, and kicked out at a big white slaver. But instead of doubling him up and taking him out of the fight, he CAUGHT her white booted foot. He looked almost as shocked as Got Chic, then quickly grasped on tightly. “Heh! Let go, you measly miscreant.”
Got Gal lunged forward, and pounded a hard fist into his groin. The white slaver groaned miserably, released Got Chic’s leg and dropped helplessly to his knees. And threw up.
“Ha! Talk about hitting below the belt,” Got Chic laughed.
“Too true,” Got Gal said cheerfully. This was proving easier than expected. After they almost captured Ms Americana and her sidekick, Got Gal was a bit wary of them. But her fears were proving unfounded. They must’ve tricked Ms Americana somehow, and sucker punched her or something equally unfair and insidious. “Two down and two to go.”
“Sweet. One each,” Got Chic said, dark brown eyes all but sparkling.
“Let’s get out of here!” the white slaver in the van said.
The two heroines found themselves between the van and the other three slavers. They smiled mischievously at them. One was still on his knees, groaning in pain and eyeing the van covetously and another was slowly climbing to his feet. The third was never taken down. They all looked pretty battered and desperate to escape. Got Gal felt a moment’s panic. What if they scattered to the winds? She and Got Chic might not catch more than two or three of them.
“Kill the rich girls,” their leader commanded. “Shoot them now.”
Got Gal and
Got Chic spun around to face the van.
The wicked man inside with the helpless heiresses pulled a pistol and
aimed it point blank at
“NO!” Got Gal cried. “Wait!”
“A trade,” Got Chic said. “You give us the girls, and we’ll let you go.”
“We have a better idea,” an ominous male voice said just behind Got Gal. A split second later a wet cloth covered her mouth and nose. She sucked in a breath with her gasp. Then the man in the van jumped out and rushed to help his comrade hold her still. “Why don’t you two just go to sleep, and then join us later for some fun.”
But, two men were no match for Got Gal. The Got-Emerald gave her super strength and endurance.
Got Chic’s gasp distracted Got Gal. She’d hoped her sexy sidekick escaped their insidious attack. Cutting her eyes to the side, she saw Got Chic struggling with one man holding the cloth to her face, and another holding her body. Then one of the men pulled down the sidekick’s top, exposing her perfect, big chocolate tits.
Got Gal gasped again, sucking in even more chloroform.
<What have I done?> she thought, feeling the dizzying effects of that most insidious of gases. Worse, the Got-Emerald was in its most insidious element, sending unholy signals to her body, making her body tingle with sexual excitement.
“Damn, this bitch has got Ms Americana sized tits,” one of the men cried, and promptly pulled off her top and tossed it aside. With the top went the Got-Emerald. With the emerald went her super strength. “Look at that rack, boys! And look how her nipples just stand up at attention. Hot damn, we hit the mother lode today.”
“Shit, Jack, she became weak as a baby kitten when you took off her top,” the other man holding Got Gal said.
“Heh, do you think this big pink jewel is the secret to her power?” Jack said. He leered at Got Gal, making her big blue eyes go even wider. Then he kneed her in the groin, forcing her to lose all of her wind, and take a deep breath. “Breath it in, Sweet Tits.”
“No, Jack, not ‘Sweet Tits,’” the other man said. “Call her, ‘GOT tits?’ Get it? Got Gal. Got Tits. Like the milk ad, Got Milk. Get it?”
“Yeah, I got it, Mike,” Jack said. Then he turned to Got Chic and his comrades holding on to her. “How’s it going over there, Todd?”
“Great,” the man hold the chloroform pad said, grinning. “The chloroform is doing a fast number on this one. Randy and I’ve got her under control.”
Got Chic’s arms hung limply at her side. Her fingers still weakly clutched at thin air, and her feet were kicking just barely. The sexy African-American sidekick was all but kicked out.
Got Gal wasn’t much better off. The tunnel of blackness was almost closed. She could still feel her arms and legs, but had absolutely no control over them. If not for Mike holding her tightly to himself, she would’ve fallen to the ground already.
“Great,” Jack said. He grinned. “No playing around this time. As soon as they can be safely tied up, do it and toss them in the van. We aren’t going to fool around and let them escape like we did with Ms Americana and Flag Girl.”
“No sir,” Mike said cheerfully.
Within
moments of Jack’s orders, both super heroines were barely conscious, and
totally helpless. Got Gal felt them
lower her to the sidewalk, pull her arms back and handcuff her wrists. Then she was lifted up and carried to the van
and piled crossways atop the
Everything
went black as the engine turned over and they took off. Got Gal slowly faded into blackness with the
scent of the
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
“Where am I?” Got Gal croaked out. Her throat was so dry. “What? What’s going on?”
Panic filled Got Gal’s heart. She couldn’t move. Muscles were cramping, and limbs were being pulled and bent into painful positions. Opening her eyes, intense pain shot in. The lights were so terribly bright, and pointed straight at her. It took a long moment before her eyes reluctantly adjusted and she recognized stage lighting.
“Hello, Got Tits,” Jack said.
“Oh no! I’ve been captured!”
Got Gal found herself bound to the wall about eye level with her captors. Her arms were pulled up at to the sides, then locked into manacles at her wrists and just above her elbows. Those manacles were fastened securely to the walls. Another steel band encircled her narrow waist, holding her tightly to the wall. Her legs, though, were another matter entirely. The white slavers had pulled her knees up so that her thighs were horizontal with the floor, then spread her legs impossibly wide in an obscene split. Ropes bound her knees in position, and more ropes encircled her ankles, and pulled her feet close to the wall as well. Strangely, though, they didn’t strip her naked first. In fact, she wore her bikini top again, minus the Got-Emerald.
“Ah, you figured that one out even faster than your young apprentice,” Jack said.
Got Gal looked Jack up and down with scornful blue eyes.
“You are despicable, sir,” she said. Then she saw the three women behind him, across the room and behind the intense lights. Three redheads. The sisters Wadsworth. All three women were tied to wooden racks, held spread-eagle. A second, middle bar, caught them just above the hips, bending them over so their genitalia could be easily exploited. All three were ball-gagged, and had looks of stunned disbelief on their lovely young faces. Even from across the room, Got Gal could hear the steady hum of the vibrators rammed up their vaginas. “You monster! What are you doing to those poor girls? I demand you release me this instant! I’m a super heroine, not some two-bit whore. None of us were put on this earth for your perverted amusement.”
“Mmmm!” Got Chic cried.
Got Gal turned to look that way, and discovered her sidekick next to her on the wall. She was in the exact same predicament as her mentor, except they had forced a bright pink ball gag into her mouth. Like herself, Got Chic was fully clothed again. But Got Gal couldn’t be too pleased about being clothed, since the stage lighting bode ill.
“What are you doing to us?” she asked. “And why is Got Chic gagged?”
“She’s gagged because we grew weary of listening to her ceaseless yammering,” Jack said. “Besides, now whenever she tries to speak it sounds like she’s having sex.”
He laughed at how Got Chic’s brown eyes flashed at him. Both women struggled valiantly in their insidious bounds, but quickly gave up in exhaustion.
“As for what we’re doing…well, we’re just about to do it,” Jack said, with lecherous eyes. “Ah, here comes the camera man. Mike, you ready?”
“Ready, boss,” Mike said, with one of the mobile cameras news teams carry around. “Ready to tape when you are.”
“Hhmmm?” Got Chic said.
“Tape what?” Got Gal asked, fearing the answer. “Us?”
Ignoring her question, Jack stepped up dangerously close to Got Gal.
“You ready, Randy?”
“Ready, boss,” Randy said as he stepped up close to Got Chic.
All the men save the cameraman pulled on black leather cowls, covering hair and upper face. Both men had enormous bulges between their legs. Got Gal felt her body start to change. She felt pussy juices begin to flow, wetting her nether region, preparing itself for the inevitable.
“Then, action,” Jack said, and turned to the camera. “Hello, world. Welcome to my joy: defrocking uppity super heroines. During your visit with us, you’ll witness the first rape of Got Gal and Got Chic since their capture just an hour back. Then, we’re going to find out who is hiding behind those masks. I wonder if they are anyone famous? Hmm, kind of exciting to contemplate, but I bet I’m not as anxious as they are.”
The men all laughed, then Jack and Randy unzipped. Big cocks flopped out. Got Gal yelped and jumped within her bonds when Jack’s cock slapped her twat, through the silken cloth of her bikini bottoms, when coming out. Then he pressed up against her, seized her face in both hands, and proceeded to kiss her full pink lips long and hard. Halfway through the longest, deepest kiss of her life, Got Gal felt Jack’s left hand drop down to her 38Gs.
Meanwhile, Randy just ripped off Got Chic’s top. Her big brown tits bounced before his eyes, and the single relentless eye of the camera zoomed in. He began to lick and suck, kiss and caress her silky skinned breasts as she groaned and snorted through her nose. Her eyes were wide in disbelief.
“Uhhggghhhmmmm,” Got Chic groaned in protest. Then he produced a pair of scissors and cut off her bottoms, leaving the super heroine sidekick in nothing but mask, boots and gloves. She screamed in outrage, “Uuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhh!”
At that time, Jack pulled Got Gal’s top off, exposing her 38G’s to the camera. He finally released her lips, and sucked in an already erect nipple. He nipped it with his sharp teeth, then began sucking on it very hard.
“Ooohhhh,” Got Gal cried. “How dare you violate the sanctity of my body like this!”
“Oh, shove
it, Got Tits,” Jack sneered. “It’s a
well known fact that you’ve been reamed out more times than a
He grabbed his hard cock and pressed it to her slit. Then he spent a long moment rubbing the rubbery cock head all over her bikini waxed blonde pussy.
“Ready?” he asked.
“NO!”
“Good,” he said, and laughed. Jack gave his cock a little push, and he penetrated the lips of her now swollen and tingling vulva. “Oh, nice and warm and WET, Got Slut.”
“Fuck you, Jack,” she growled.
“Oh, you will, bitch. Oh how you will,” he growled back. Then he reached to his back pocket and pulled out a bright blue ball gag. He immediately brought his knee brutally up into her pussy. When she cried out in agony, Jack thrust the ball gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. Then he whispered into her ear, “Didn’t work, Got Gagged, we’ll edit out that little outburst where you called out my name.”
<Name?> she thought, then realized she did call out his name. <If only he didn’t notice, or this atrocity was being broadcast live.>
That done, Jack thrust with all his strength. Got Gal felt his huge cock spread her sex wide and drive in relentlessly, deeply. Her body tensed and convulsed, but wasn’t able to resist his penetration. The second thrust found him inside her up to the hilt.
Jack didn’t waste any time in establishing a slow, maddening rhythm. It was a rhythm meant to drive her crazy, and she knew right away it would work if he had any kind of staying power. So Got Gal closed her eyes and groaned as her full attention was inexorably drawn to her pussy, and his incessant pumping.
Got Chic found herself in a similar situation. Randy dropped to his knees before her, and then spread her nether lips with his thumbs. She watched as his mouth closed with her womanhood, then saw his tongue reach out and stroke her super sensitive cunt lips.
“Uughh,” she groaned.
Struggling didn’t help. She was held fast too tightly. All the sexy teenager could do was grind her teeth into the ball gag and bear it.
Almost immediately, though, it became almost too unbearable to take. Erotic heat washed throughout her shapely body, concentrated mostly in her cunt and tits. Her genitalia became hypersensitive to touch and stimulation. And Randy proved very apt at stimulating her. Especially her clitoris. He found it quickly and gave it special attention. Soon, the sexy super heroine was bucking and snorting desperately through her nose.
Got Chic could feel that most wonderful of all sensations building and building. She had little experience with “real” sex. Oh, she’d gotten tentacle fucked a couple times while out with Got Gal, but she learned to block those weird, disgusting memories from her mind. But this was a real man. Not some sick mutant plant. This was a thousand times better, despite the fact he was a filthy white slaver and would sell her into prostitution and utter debauchery once he was finished with her.
Got Chic tried to visualize herself in complete sexual servitude. She envisioned herself in sexy attire, strutting up and down filthy, dangerous streets. She saw herself flirting and enticing strange men into bed, and being paid for it.
That thought took the beautiful African-American over the top. She felt the tingle turn into that irresistible rush to climax. Her back arched and all of her muscles strained at their tight bonds.
“Uuuuggghhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm!”
“Ho! Another one bites the dust!” Todd called out from behind the intense lights. “Hurry up, dufuss, I want my shot at the ebon vigilante.”
Randy wasn’t to be hurried, though. He licked her clean, eliciting another three climaxes in the process. By the time he stood up, Got Chic was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily and laboriously through her nose. Then he locked eyes with her, grabbed hold of his rock hard cock, and pressed it to her throbbing pussy.
“Now it’s my turn, Cunt Chick,” Randy said, and thrust hard.
“Ugh!”
“You don’t remember me, do you?” he whispered in her ear as he humped her hard. “About a year ago you and Got Tits over there caught me mugging an old lady,” he continued quietly. “Got Gal turned you loose on me. And you kicked my ass. I told you then, I would get you for that.” He intensified his fucking for about a minute, forcing another climax out of her. “Consider yourself GOT back, bitch.”
With his hands mauling her ample tits, Randy fucked her frantically for a few moments. She bucked and struggled within her bounds, her body overheated and overtaxed, all afire with sexual stimulation and need as he pounded away mercilessly.
Then when he came deep inside her, Got Chic was racked with another climax as she felt his cock convulsing, spewing thick, white cum over and over again. He kept pumping until he was completely empty, and pumped in and out of her a while even after that, savoring the feel of ultimate victory.
Got Gal listened to Got Chic’s ravishment. Her heart went out to the young apprentice super heroine, whose bright future was so brutally cut short. There was no longer any hope of salvation. She knew they were both doomed. Doomed to be sold into white slavery and forced to whore themselves for the rest of their lives.
During all that time, Jack was fucking the bejesus out of the beautiful, statuesque super heroine. And he proved to have the staying power she suspected and so feared. He would take her to the edge of ecstasy, then cut her off, bring her back down, then start over again. Over and over, tormenting her. Sexually torturing her. Jack tormented Got Gal for thirty minutes, leaving her a shattered mess. Got Gal would’ve BEGGED for a climax if she wasn’t ball-gagged.
Then she felt it in his rhythm. He was coming close. Jack was no longer interested in toying with her. The leader of the Debutante-a-day Gang wanted to finally close the deal.
<Yes!> she thought. <Finally!>
He started humping the shit out of her. She felt her body changing, felt herself finally go past that point of no return. And she felt him going right up to the edge too.
“Oh, YES!” Jack cried in victory. She felt his jizm spewing deep inside her. That was the spark her body was waiting for. The fire within exploded. It was a climax like she had never experienced before. “Yes! Yes! HELL YES!”
“Uuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!” she cried into her ball gag.
When Randy finished, Todd took his place on Got Chic. When Jack finally finished, Mike had already had his turn with Got Chic, so Randy jumped on Got Gal. After that, they spent the next five hours fucking, dildoing and otherwise sexually abusing the two super heroines.
Then…
“We only have a couple more minutes of tape, boss,” Mike announced.
“So?”
“I thought you wanted to unmask them on this tape.”
“Oh shit,” Jack said, scrambling to his feet. He hurried over to Got Gal and grinned at her. “Give me a close up here, my fiendish friend.”
Jack seized Got Gal’s sweat-soaked blonde hair and lifted her head. The ball gagged super heroine looked at him with hooded eyes, full of exhaustion and defeat. Jack turned to the camera, making sure they got a good shot of the defeated super heroine.
“Well folks, it’s finally that time,” he said. “Time to learn the truth. Time to find out what we’ve all been wondering all these long years. Who is behind Got Gal’s mask?” He looked at her, then slanted a look at the camera and winked. “Let’s find out, Okay?”
With that, Jack seized the edge of the platinum blonde’s white mask and started to pull. It resisted at first. He pulled harder, and slowly the double-sided tape began to give. He watched with morbid fascination as the mask slowly but surely pulled off.
“You look familiar,” Jack said.
“That news woman,” Todd said. “The reporter. What’s her name?”
“Tammy?”
“Yes, Tammy O’Conner,” Mike said.
“No!” Jack said, now excited. “Tanya O’Donnel! She’s that ace investigative reporter, Tanya O’Donnel.”
“Wahoo!” Randy cried. “We got ourselves a big shot TV reporter. Better than an heiress in some ways.”
Randy had the honor of unmasking Got Chic. He punched her in the gut, then ripped off the mask. They all looked at her face expectantly. But all drew a blank. No one recognized her, and she refused to give her real name. It didn’t matter. Her new master would give her a name.