DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Axanna Morgan, Summer Morgan and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I don't know who invented Santa Claus, probably the Christmas Elves, but I take full responsibility for corrupting him into a pimp white slaver. But what says Christmas more than super heroines and Santa Claus?

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MS AMERICANA: SANTA PIMP

By Dark One

"Weeee wish you a Merry Christmas, weee wish you a Merry Christmas, weee wish you a Merry Christmas, and a cock up the ass," Santa Pimp sang as he hammered his thick, long dick up the poop chute of the bound and gagged debutante. She grunted and groaned and writhed prettily beneath him, in her own bed. "Goooood tidings of joy, to PIMPS and those paying boys, weee wish you a Merry Christmas and my wad up her butt."

At that, Santa Pimp creamed her ass.

"Uuuuuggggghhhhh," the blue-eyed, brown-haired beauty climaxed beneath him, and he slapped her shapely ass with a mighty CRACK! echoing through the sprawling master bedroom. "Uuuuuuuugggggggggggmmmmmmmm!"

"All rightie, my Santa Helper Hoes, bag her up, and let’s go make a pimp happy," Santa Pimp said, stuffing his cock back into his red pants. "Ho ho ho! Another rich bitch ho on the street for Mr. John Doe!"

Three tall, shapely beauties strutted into the room. Like Santa Pimp, they wore red costumes. Instead of Santa suites, or elven helper suits, they wore red velvet teddies trimmed in white fur, black fishnet stockings held up with garters from the teddies, and long legs stuffed into stiletto calf boots (also with white fur trim around the top). Their blonde, brunette and red-haired heads were covered with floppy Santa hats, and red satin opera gloves sheathed their hands and arms up almost to their armpits.

"Oooh, Santa, this one's the prettiest of them all," Simone purred, caressing Prudence Purcell's pretty face. The redhead's bright green eyes shone with evil delight. "I went to school with her. Prudence was the most stuck up, arrogant, haughty bitch in the world. She was top of the popular girl food chain. But that was last year." Simone kissed the bright green ball gag stretching Prudence's full red lips. "But now you're going to be just another streetwalking WHORE. Good riddance."

"Prudence. What a great name for a whore," Bambi said. The blonde strapped a thick slave collar around Prudence's throat. She reached down and copped a lingering feel of Prudence's rather impressive tits. "Nice rack, girlie. Some pimp's going to make a bundle off your boobs."

"Move it, whore," Tamara sneered. The brunette also remembered Prudence's reign of terror in High School. Bambi was four years older than the other helpers, so she didn't go to school with the three nineteen year olds -- Prudence, Simone and Tamara. Simone and Tamara were best friends, and frequently the victims of Prudence and the popular girl clique. Yeah, Tamara and Simone were "bad girls" and generally considered the class sluts. And they were, but still…! Tamara had a quirt, and laid it across Prudence's tender white ass. CRACK! "I said move it."

Santa Pimp laughed as his smoking hot Helper Hoes took their latest catch to the limo. He collected her FIVE jewelry boxes, some hooker appropriate shoes, boots and mini dresses, and left her high rise luxury apartment.

There were four other bond and gagged girls in the limo. Santa Pimp and his Helper Hoes headed straight over to Sugar Town and started cruising. When they spotted a pimp, they would stop and Santa Pimp would drag one of the captive young women out and GIVE her to her new pimp. Yeah, it was one of the more popular Christmas traditions in Sugar Town. Everyone loved Santa Pimp.

"Ho ho ho, my pretty Helper Hoes," Santa Pimp said once all five were given away. "It's barely eleven o'clock and we've already made twenty-five pimps very happy."

Most years (he's been at it for twenty-one years now) he captured and delivered about twenty to twenty-five new whores to pimps. This year, though, his sexy little helpers were more aggressive than previous girls, and they were doing double duty.

"At this rate we might get as many as fifty girls," he said.

"That's our goal, Santa Pimp," Simone said, green eyes atwinkle.

"We have a long list," Tamara said, grinning wickedly.

"And we checked it twice," Bambi purred. "And there are still twenty-five rich bitches who have been way too naughty, so we're not inclined to be nice."

"Ah, it will be a Merry Christmas in Sugar Town this year," Santa Pimp sighed with a big smile. "Who do we have next on the list?"

"Oh, let's see," Tamara said, running her finger down the list. "Ah, perfect. Summer Morgan."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Ms Americana scowled at the street people of Sugar Town as she and Flag Girl slowly cruised the mean streets of that red light district. The street people all looked way too happy. They just grinned at the costumed super heroines as they drove by, as if they knew wicked secrets.

"Holy Hookers, Ms Americana," Flag Girl growled, blue eyes flashing. "I bet they all KNOW about the girls Santa Pimp has delivered to pimps tonight. They just look too smug for my tastes."

"I know. I fear you are correct, my perky protégé," Ms Americana said, shaking her head woefully.

“Oh no! Look, isn’t that Prudence Purcell?” Flag Girl said, pointing at the next street corner. A part of her kind of liked seeing Prudence brought low, since she was the only one higher in the Popular Girl clique than Lydia and delighted in letting the perky blonde beauty know it. Prudence was head cheerleader and homecoming queen -- TWICE. But still, she was a VICTIM, so had to be saved. “I just spoke with her two days ago, and she was no hooker then. That has to be the work of Santa Pimp.”

“I agree. Let’s go save her, my friend,” Ms Americana said, pulling over to the curb.

The sexy red, white and blue costumed duo got out and enjoyed the way nearby pimps and whores scattered. When they noticed Prudence was being dragged away by a large black man, fighting him all the way, they took off running.

“Help me! Help me, Ms Americana!” Prudence cried.

“Unhand her, you fiend!” Ms Americana cried.

“Yeah!” Flag Girl said. “Or else.”

“Or else what?” the pimp, JJ Rod, said, leering down at Ms Americana ginormous set of tits. “Titty whip me into submission? I’m cool with that.”

“Huh?” Flag Girl said, coming to a stop.

“How dare you speak to US like that!” Ms Americana cried, baby blues flashing. “This is Christmas Eve, and you should be filled with brotherly love and joy, not insidious white slavery and prostitution.”

“Speaking of,” JJ Rod said. “Why don’t you two twits give up some bootie to some brothers? I got a big, fat candy cane to stuff into your twat stockings.”

JJ Rod reached down and pulled his huge black cock out. It was long, hard and thick. Both super heroines gawked at it. Even pimps didn’t just pull out their dicks around them.

Then he pulled out a pistol and smiled smugly.

Ms Americana regained control of her senses, struck a super heroine pose and smiled smugly back at the hated pimp. She shook her head woefully, and said, “Idiot. That gun can’t hurt us.”

“Idiot,” JJ Rod said, and turned the pistol on Prudence, who squeaked pathetically. “It’ll kill HER. Hands up, or she dies.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Ms Americana cried, baby blues wide. He cocked it. She gasped, and raised her red gloved hands. “Know this, miscreant, Ms Americana always prevails in the end.”

Flag Girl raised her blue gloved hands, too. “You won’t get away with this outrage.”

“Yada, yada, yada,” he sneered. “Boys, unwrap our Christmas presents.”

Two men stepped up close behind the sexy super heroines. One reached around Ms Americana’s massive chest and unsnapped her strapless, red, white and blue top. Her 38Gs were released to bounce before everyone’s awestruck eyes.

“Great Liberty, I’ve been exposed and exploited!”

The other man unzipped and pulled off Flag Girl blue, star-spangled top. Her smaller, perkier, but just as pretty boobs bounced in the cool winter air. Everyone looked at the two, wide-eyed, topless super heroines, and at their hard, erect nipples, and smiled knowingly. Ms Americana gnawed on her lower lip, and Flag Girl gulped loudly.

“You have us where you want us,” Ms Americana said. “Let the girl go. Release Prudence.”

“Hmmm,” JJ Rod said. He nodded at the men behind the helpless heroines.

“No! Not the belt,” Ms Americana cried, feeling her power belt pulled off violently.

“Eeks! I’ve been depowered!” Flag Girl cried.

“Now I have you where I want you,” JJ Rod said smugly. He grabbed a fistful of Ms Americana’s silky black hair and yanked her head back. Bowing her back, he pushed the barrel of the pistol into her face. “Lick it.”

“How dare you! You won’t get away with this,” Ms Americana said, wild-eyed. He pressed the barrel to her full red lips. She swallowed hard, feeling her face heat up intensely. Then, reluctantly, her hot, wet pink tongue parted her lips and gave the cold black barrel a long lick. “There, are you happy?”

“Immensely,” he said, and laughed. “What a Merry Christmas this is turning out to be.” Then he smirked at her sexy protégé. “Flag Bitch, come over here. Kneel before Ms Americana, and then EAT HER PUSSY OUT.”

“I most certainly will not,” Flag Girl said, all indignant.

“Then bend over and prepare to have a LONG train ran on your sweet white ass,” JJ Rod said.

“Oh, you vile man, you,” Flag Girl snarled, stepping up to Ms Americana and knelt, her blue gloved hands still held up. Then Flag Girl pulled Ms Americana’s thong bottoms down, and leaned in and started lapping at her sexy mentor’s glistening wet pussy. Slurp. Slurp. Ngh. Slrrp. SLURP! “Mmm. Mggh. Nnnggh.”

Ms Americana’s body responded profoundly to first capture, stripping and then much more direct sexual stimulation. Flag Girl was good at cunnilingus. JJ Rod took the opportunity to feel her up good, fondling her spectacular tits with relish, savoring every stroke, caress, squeeze and pinch of her perfect pair. Then to her surprise, he leaned down and claimed her full red lips in a deep, demanding POSSESSIVE kiss.

“MMmmggghhh!” Ms Americana cried, feeling her resolve slipping as more and more stimulation assaulted her senses. Liquid heat filled her belly, burning away her will to fight, making her want to submit. “Uuuugghhh.”

“Good girl,” JJ Rod said. “Ms A is tensing right up, her nips are getting harder and her tits even swelled up some more. I think the super slut likes getting some girl on girl on the street.”

“Men!” Ms Americana cried, outraged. “Why..Ugh…do you all…ugh…oh…think th…ugh ngh…think girls like…oh Goddess…Flag Girl, I can’t stop myself…Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”

Glug. Slurp. “Ngh nngg mmmgh,” Flag Girl said, still sucking hard and furiously.

“I think Flag Twit is loving it too much,” JJ Rod said. He reached down, pulled her off her mentor by one pigtail, and then impaled her mouth on his hard cock. “Suck that for a while.”

His hand reached down and started rubbing Ms Americana’s engorged, tingling, aching clit. He knew how to manipulate women, and especially how to please them in the most inappropriate ways. After Flag Girl’s rousing cunnilingus session, the sexy Queen of Justice was in no shape emotionally or physically to withstand him.

Flag Girl was in even worse shape. She loved giving fellatio too much. The taste, smell, FEEL of it was more than she could take. After giving her sexy mentor her best effort, now she found her mouth stuffed with fat cock. Her curvaceous teenage body was afire with need, and her poor mind was spinning out of control. All she could think to do was hold her hands up and bob her head with all she had. Then she felt someone hike up her red and white striped mini skirt, yank down her red thong panties, and pushed a hard cock up her aching pussy.

“Hhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh,” Flag Girl cried around JJ Rod’s stiff member.

Ms Americana watched the man going doggie style on her sexy sidekick hand JJ Rod fifty dollars. Payment for services rendered. Prostitution. Flag Girl didn’t know it, but she was turning her first trick.

“Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried. “I am depowered!”

“Let me help you,” a big brute of a man said, stepping up. He pulled out a big cock and grinned at her. He handed JJ Rod a fifty dollar bill, grabbed the shapely heroine by the well rounded hips, and pushed his cock deep up her already quaking twat. “Let me pump some power into your snatch, baby.”

“Great Liberty, he PAID to fuck me! I’m a prostitute now!”

“Yes you are. Welcome to the team,” JJ Rod said.

The big brute held onto her sexy hips as he banged her hard and fast. All the street people watched with bated breath, loving their Christmas Miracle. Ms Americana’s boobs and hair were bouncing with each thrust, her ass cheeks were quivering like firm jello as well, while she gasped and grunted, panting and crying out.

“Great Liberty, I am….aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh! I am TAMED!” the sexy super heroine cried. The brute creamed her pussy, and she climaxed again. “Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The next man paid for a super heroine blowjob, so Ms Americana was forced to her knees. Head spinning, she found her mouth filled with thick cock. In a sex-induced daze, the vivacious vigilante vixen started sucking with all she had. Halfway though, another man paid to butt fuck her and mounted up.

“Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhh,” she screamed, horny and hurting.

An hour later, Ms Americana and Flag Girl knelt before JJ Rod. Cum dripped off their chins, tits and asses, as well as dripped from their pussies and butts. Their spectacular bodies were glistening wet with sweat, and they panted as they awaited their fates.

“You girls make good money,” JJ Rod said, waving a stack of bills in their faces. “Now, it is time for you to officially admit that you are my girls, that you are stinking whores.”

“Yeah!” the crowd roared.

Ms Americana licked her sore lips, tasting cum. She glanced left and right, seeing a sea of enemies. Then she spotted her costume piled up to one side, right next to Flag Girl’s costume. Including both golden power belts.

“I admit….it’s been a less than Merry Christmas for us, so far,” Ms Americana said, leapt to her red booted feet and started kicking left and right. Flag Girl cried out with joy and joined her. But as the men all surged towards them, trying to overwhelm with superior numbers, they dashed away, scooping up their costumes as they went.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Santa Pimp grinned with evil delight at the beautiful blonde eighteen year old sleeping before them. Summer looked so sweet, innocent and blissful in her holiday slumber. Not a care in the world, because the next day she would wake up to a perfect little rich girl world, full of beautifully wrapped expensive presents. Life was good, for pretty little rich girls.

“Or not,” he whispered as he carefully positioned a bright red rubber ball gag before her full, slack lips. It matched the red silk babydoll nightie she wore. Simone and Tamara were prepared to roll Summer over suddenly, and Bambi would slap on the cuffs. The signal was him ball gagging her. “Now.”

Summer’s pretty blue eyes popped open as he shoved the ball gag past her lips, and between her teeth. Her eyes went wide as she was rolled over, and Santa Pimp expertly kept the ball gag in place as her face rolled into the pillow, then he buckled it down tight. At the same time Tamara and Simone each pulled one of Summer’s arms back, for Bambi to handcuff together.

It took less than five seconds from start to forever finished bound and gagged poor little rich girl.

“Hhhmmmm,” Summer said, still discombobulated.

Santa Pimp pulled out his bitch taming cock, while Summer’s red nightie was ripped off her shapely body by Bambi and Tamara. Summer started screaming into her ball gag and squirming, struggling fruitlessly to escape the handcuff as he scrambled onto the bed and straddled her shapely white thighs. With his left hand he grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair, yanked her head back, then guided his rich bitch taming cock up between her satiny smooth butt cheeks. She gasped, blue eyes wide in shock, as he thrust his thick cock into her sacred body, penetrating her ass with brutal efficiency.

“Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhh,” Summer grunted.

“Heeeere comes Santa Pimp, Heeeere comes Santa Pimp, Heeere comes Santa Pimp up another debutante’s sweet tight ass,” he began to sing as he pumping his monster cock in and out of her tight butt.

“Hmmggghhhh,” Summer cried into her ball gag.

“She likes it. Lil Miss Stuck Up really likes it up the butt,” Bambi said, laughing and clapping her hands.

The pain was indescribable, but her belly instantly filled with butterflies, and her pussy started tingling and growing wet. She’d only been a sidekick a few months, but she’d been caught and fucked five times. There wasn’t a virgin orifice on her spectacular young body. But still, being dry butt-fucked totally unexpectedly just HURT.

“Mmmggghhhhhh,” Summer groaned, back arching as she began kicking and squirming. So intense. The pain was quickly subsiding, leaving on incredible pleasure. A pleasure that was a greater threat to her than any pain or injury. But she thought, feeling her resolve and strength slipping quickly, <They took me by surprise. I have…uggh…no time to steel myself, to protect my fragile ego and ….> And it hit her, “Aaaaaaagghhh! Hhhuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I think, I think, I think I popped her sugar plum,” Santa Pimp said, laughing.

“Mmmmmggghhhh,” Summer groaned, her head spinning wildly after her glorious climax. So hard to think, especially with her assaulter doubling the speed he was now fucking her. “Mmmmmgggggg.”

Unknown to the four Christmas Slavers, and Summer, they’d been overheard by someone much more dangerous that a pretty eighteen year old debutante and college freshman. Summer’s mother, the legendary Green Spectre.

<Oh Goddess, they are raping my daughter!> Axanna Morgan, Green Spectre’s alter ego, said, as she peered through Summer’s bedroom door, left slightly ajar by the home invaders. She started to charge in to the rescue, but then remembered she was dressed in a flimsy nightgown, and wouldn’t be too intimidating. <I’ve got to change, and fast!>

She stood at attention, lifted her right arm and said in a commanding voice, “I am Green Spectre!”

Light flashed, and she stood there in her full super heroine costume: Dark Green mask, matching bustier, with black thong, fishnet pantyhose, and black stiletto boots. She finished off her costume with a utility belt, black opera gloves and a black choker with her emblem.

A black stiletto heeled boot lashed out, and smashed the bedroom door open. The super sexy super heroine rushed in and struck a classic pose.

“Halt! Unhand that innocent girl, you fiends!”

“Holy Night, it’s Green Spectre!” Bambi cried.

“Look at those eggnog jugs,” Santa Pimp said, jaw dropping but his pounding of Summer’s pussy never ceased.

“Eggnog?” Green Spectre said, confused for a second. Then her hazel eyes widened, before narrowing dangerously. “How dare you! Get out of her, now, or I will make you pay dearly, miscreant.”

“I think Green Spectre is being a very naughty girl, my Christmas Hoes,” Santa Pimp said, smirking.

“No, not very sweet at all,” Tamara said.

“No Christmas spirit of giving until his hurts,” Simone said. “Like Summer is doing.”

“Actually, it looks like it’s stopped hurting for Summer, and is nothing but fun, fun, fun,” Bambi said.

“Ngh…ggrrrhhhh….uuggghhh,” Summer said in response.

“See?” Santa Pimp said. “She’s enjoying her Christmas Present. So go away, or we will give you the same present.”

“I have a better idea,” Green Spectre said, really almost hissed out. “Why don’t I just kick your jolly round butts, and toss you all in jail? Sounds like a plan to me.”

“That’s not a very merry plan,” Simone said. She reached into a red sack she carried, and pulled out a thick wooden switch. “Bad girls get switches.”

With that Simone laid the knotty wood switch across Green Spectre’s abundant, semi-exposed tits.

“Yeow! You will pay for that out….Eeeiiiiiiiiioooowwwwwww!” Green Spectre cried as she was hit by the switch again. She dropped low, lashed out with a foot and kicked Tamara’s feet away. Then she cut right, and pounded a fist into Bambi’s lower back, before spinning around and kicking Simone in the back of the head. Simone was forced head first into the wall, and fell to the floor unconscious. “Take that.”

“Santa Pimp says, bag that pretty present,” he called.

“Bag this,” Green Spectre cried, kicking at his face. But he jerked up Summer’s face, and the shapely super heroine’s foot smashed into Summer’s face, knocking out her own daughter and sidekick. “No! Summer, I’m so sorry!”

Santa Pimp pulled out of Summer’s ass, and shot his thick, hot, viscous wad right into Green Spectre’s face. Her hands flew up and she stumbled backwards.

“Ack! Ngh!” she cried, horrified, disgusted and surprised.

“Candy Cane her!” Santa Pimp commanded.

“Wahoo!” Tamara cried, lifting up a thick, foot long candy cane. She charged the half-blinded super heroine, and whacked her across the face with her heavy candy cane.

“Ugh!”

“My turn,” Bambi cried, and smacked Green Spectre in the shin, then the chin.

“Oh!”

Then both women began pounding the hapless heroine, beating her about the ribs, shoulders and head incessantly. Within a few seconds the grunting, groaning super heroine was staggering and stumbling, her mind in chaos, her head spinning, her legs rubbery. They backed her up against the wall, one on either side, and hit her with the hard, thick candy canes until Simone staggered to her feet, got her candy cane and came over.

“This is for your SWEET PUSS!” Simone growled, pulled her thong to one side, and thrust the candy cane up her twat.

“Aaaaggggggghhhh!” Green Spectre cried.

The voluptuous super vixen fell to her knees with her mind reeling and body aching. She had to be strong, for Summer. But the three sexy Helpers would not relent, beating her down relentlessly.

“Please…must…stop….uuggghh,” she whispered.

“Hold this turkey down,” Simone said, grinning with wicked delight. “I’m going to STUFF her.”

Tamara and Bambi each grabbed an arm, and forced Green Spectre back and down, pressing the sexy super heroine’s shoulders to the floor between her own black booted feet. The shapely heroine’s hazel eyes crossed, her head lolling about as she fought her body’s natural, inbred urges and needs.

“Perfect,” Simone said. She pulled the candy cane out of Green Spectre’s pussy, and shoved it up her ass. Then she started pushing her fingers into the vanquished vigilante’s snatch. “Here comes the Christmas Magic, babe.”

“Whoa! Way to fist her,” Tamara said, face lit up.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Green Spectre cried, her back arching up and her eyes rolling up into her head.

“Miss Green Sex Show Spectacle, this song is sang to the tune of Jingle Bells, if you’d like to join in,” Simone said, smiling sweetly as she thrust her fist in and out of her victim’s twat super fast. “Here we go: Fist fucking, fist fucking, fist fucking a skanky heroine! Oh what fun it is to make her come and come and come all day! Hey! Fist fucking, fist fucking, fist fucking is the only way to make her obey us all day! Hey!”

While Simone sang her holiday joy, and continued to fist fuck the hapless heroine, Tamara and Bambi took the opportunity to strip off Green Spectre’s dark green bustier top, exposing her titanic tits. They all enjoyed the way they jiggled like jello, while bouncing up and down with every thrust of Simone’s magic fist.

Green Spectre was barely conscious of being further stripped. Not until the two sexy Helpers started sucking on her tits and engorged nipples, anyway. But she had bigger problems. Simone was pushing all of her buttons, sexually. She’d never been so incredible aroused, and it was all she could do to fend off a soul crushing climax. Her body was all tingly and liquidy fire inside, and it wanted nothing else but to COME.

Then from Summer, “Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Green Spectre’s eyes widened as she regained momentary focus. Her daughter was just climaxed, and it sounded like a tamer, too. She had to save Summer, but unfortunately for the curvaceous super heroine, her daughter’s climax distracted her from her own single-minded task, so her own bitch taming climax was unleashed upon her helpless, eager body.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddess Above, save me! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, her mind all but wiped clean by the power of that orgasm. “Oh! Oh! Ohhh….aaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am TAMED!”

“Ho ho ho! My Christmas Hoes broke the great Green Spectre!” Santa Pimp cried joyfully as he finally emptied his seed up Summer’s poop chute. “Oh the Christmas Magic of it all. Feels so good to GIVE of myself.”

“Hhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Summer cried around the hated ball gag, and then she collapsed, just as tamed as her super heroine mother across her bedroom.

“Bag ‘em, tag ‘em, and let’s give them away to some deserving pimps,” Santa Pimp said, grinning as he pulled out of the sexy teenager.

Santa Pimp pulled out some chloroform, and promptly put Summer under. He enjoyed her pathetic struggles, before she quickly succumbed to the fumes. Then he watched Bambi chloroform Green Spectre, who gave up a marginally better fight, but succumbed in the end. He threw Summer over his shoulder, and had his three helpers bind and pick up Green Spectre. They left with an utterly naked debutante and a topless super heroine.

It was a short ride from the Morgan Mansion to the city’s worst ghetto, called Lower Saxony. The main street of the ghetto was called Lower Saxony, which gave the whole area its name. That street was a crack whore red light district. He thought it the perfect place for a fine upstanding woman like Green Spectre.

“There he is,” Santa Pimp said, pointing at the next street corner. The limo pulled over and Santa Pimp got out with his sexy Helper Hoes. “T-Bone Terrell! My man! Merry Christmas from Santa Pimp!”

The fifty-eight year old African American pimp’s eyes lit up at the sight of the legendary white slaver. Indeed, the entire street was instantly excited. Everyone knew what was coming, and were eager to see what rich, spoiled rotten, nubile beauty Santa Pimp was giving T-Bone for Christmas.

T-Bone came over to shake hands with Santa. He was wearing a red velvet suit and matching hat, with a long feather. Santa Pimp took him around the trunk and opened it. Before his amazed eyes were two beautiful blondes. One was very familiar.

“You captured Green Spectre?” he said. The two beauties lay on their sides, Green Spectre spooning the younger blonde. Both were still unconscious, though the super heroine was starting to wake. “That bitch busted my chops last year, and sent me to county lock up for ninety days.”

“I heard, that’s why I’m here. I figured she would make the perfect Christmas present for you, my friend,” Santa Pimp said. “Unless you’d prefer the much younger rich bitch, Summer Morgan. Eighteen and very responsive in the sack, I might add.”

“Oh no, I want Green Spectre. No question,” T-Bone said, dark eyes narrowing as he smacked his lips in anticipation. “I’m going to put her stuck up white ass on the street, hooking for my pleasure and profit. After I fuck her bimbo brains out, of course.”

“Of course. A pimp’s gotta do what a pimp’s gotta do,” Santa Pimp said, pulling Green Spectre out of the trunk. He pushed the barely conscious super heroine into T-Bone’s eager hands. “Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy your present for years to CUM.”

“Thank you, Santa Pimp, I will,” T-Bone said, grabbing a handful of super firm, super heroine tit in one hand, and a fistful of silky blonde hair with the other. Simone darted in and removed the handcuffs. Then he whirled the discombobulated super heroine around, pushed her face first into a brick wall, and quickly impaled her on his long, black cock. “Merry Fucking Christmas, Green Spectre. Welcome to the Dark Side of streetwalking.”

“Oh no! Not T-Bone! Not Lower Saxony! Please,” she cried.

Santa Pimp watched T-Bone expertly fuck her into full submission in record time. It helped that his Christmas Hoes tamed her once already, of course. He was so proud of them.

Soon….

“Who’s your daddy?” T-Bone demanded.

“You’re my daddy,” Green Spectre said breathlessly

“Who’s your PIMP?”

“You’re my pimp, T-Bone.”

“Who’s the skanky whore who DESERVES her lot in life?”

“I am the skanky whore, T-Bone.”

“Damn straight. Get to work, whore,” T-Bone said, shoving her away.

Green Spectre stumbled but quickly regained her balance. Eager looking men of all ages stood around her, ready to take her for a wild ride between the sheets. Some of the men were almost drooling they were so eager to go. Others, like the gang bangers, had faces filled with malicious glee, and they scared her. So she picked an elderly black man, who didn’t have any sign of vicious intent. And into the closest dark alley they went, escorted by a pair of T-Bone’s loyal hookers to ensure the heroine didn’t escape.

Santa Pimp and his Helpers jumped in the limo and left. Headed for Sugar Town.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“I can’t believe they got Summer,” Flag Girl said.

Ms Americana and her sexy sidekick in blonde pigtails stood atop an abandoned warehouse in Sugar Town. Below them Santa Pimp’s limo had stopped. The Christmas white slaver pulled poor, unconscious Summer Morgan out of the trunk and gave her to the notorious pimp who called himself A Rod.

“Axanna is not going to be pleased,” Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing as she recognized the pimp. A Rod was a new pimp in town. He was a six foot tall, burly Hispanic man with shoulder length hair and a goatee. “After we return Summer to her mother, I suspect Green Spectre and Spectre Girl will return for some well deserved retribution.”

“I might come back up here just to watch,” Flag Girl said, grinning evilly as she smacked one fist into the other hand.

“I wouldn’t miss that show for the world,” Ms Americana said, grinning. “So we’ll take out Santa Pimp and his sexy gang of girls, rescue Summer, but leave A Rod for our friends to take down.”

With that, Ms Americana jumped off the three story building feet first. She dropped fast, and BOOM! Hit the roof of Santa Pimp’s limo just before it pulled out. Then Flag Girl landed on the trunk. BOOM!

“What the fuck?” Santa Pimp cried as he stormed out of his limo. All three Helpers piled out as well. They all turned and looked up at the sexy super heroine duo. “Bitch! You fucked up my limo!”

“Oopsie. My bad,” Ms Americana said, grinning. She looked down at the deep indentation she stood within. Then she SCRAPED her five inch stiletto across it, leaving a deep scratch. “I’m so NOT sorry.”

“Ms Americana, I’m going to give you to the meanest, most abusive pimp I can find,” Santa Pimp snarled.

“Oooh, lucky me. You know how much I like it ROUGH,” the smirking super heroine purred prettily. Then her baby blues narrowed dangerously. “It’s going to get very rough and tough for you, before I’m finished with your fat butt, Santa Pimp.”

“Tazer them,” Santa Pimp commanded.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl’s eyes went wide. They couldn’t be shot, but somehow tazers always got through. And both of them were highly vulnerable to tazer attacks. Some heroines weren’t much affected by being hit with tazers, but not that sexy duo. So Ms Americana didn’t hesitate. He leapt up in a high flip, and came down atop Santa Pimp’s shoulders, her shapely legs wrapped around his head, his face in her most sacred place.

The shapely Queen of Justice drove the rotund, white bearded white slaver to the ground with the force of her impact. Unfortunately, Flag Girl didn’t think or move as fast.

“Aaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl cried, hit by two tazers, front and back.

Ms Americana’s head whipped around to see her beloved sidekick paralyzed atop the trunk of the limo, held in place by her terrible agony. She tried to get up to go to Flag Girl’s rescue, but Santa Pimp grabbed her legs and wouldn’t let go. She struggled with Santa Pimp the entire fifteen seconds they zapped the pigtailed protégé.

PLOP! Flag Girl collapsed bonelessly atop the limo’s trunk. A second later, SNAP. Handcuffs on wrists, and Flag Girl was Santa Pimp’s captive. Ms Americana was stunned by how fast it all happened. In no time Flag Girl was zapped down, handcuffed, power belt removed and stuffed in the trunk.

“I see by your slack-jaw gawking that you are amazed by our speed and efficiency, Ms Americana,” Santa Pimp said, and laughed. “Now it’s your turn to feel my Christmas Magic. Then you and Flag Girl will GIVE of your bodacious bodies like it’s Christmas every day of the year, for years and years to come.”

“How dare you!” she cried. “I am a superior woman, not some sleazy sex kitten for you and your ilk to debauch and debase.”

“Debase? I prefer to TASTE,” he said, and chomped down on her twat through her red, white and blue thongs.

“Yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooowwwwwwwwww! Stop it! I demand you….aaaaaaaaaagghhhh…stop it,” she cried, then started pounding his face with her red gloved fists. He released her, unconscious, after two powerful blows. “Ugh, that was rude.”

“Not as rude as this,” Simone said, grinning. The redhead aimed her tazer at Ms Americana. “Nighty-night, good girl.”

“Not so fast, Red,” Ms Americana cried, spinning and rolling away at the same time. She rushed straight into Simone, kicking the beautiful redhead in the belly just as she pulled the trigger. Her tazer went wide, zapping down one of the leering bystanders. “Ms Americana is not so easily captured, bimbo.”

“Oh yeah,” Bambi said, and kneed the sexy super heroine in the face as she started to rise. The gorgeous blonde then drove a sharp stiletto heel brutally into the Queen of Justice’s twat, doubling her up in abject agony. “Naughty hoes fight dirty, bitch.”

Bambi reached down, unfastened the golden power belt around Ms Americana tiny waist and pulled it away. The voluptuous super heroine was depowered. Bambi fastened the all important golden belt around her own narrow waist, but was disappointed when it didn’t give her super powers.

“Let’s fuck her up,” Tamara sneered, snatching up a fistful of silky black hair, and hauling the groaning super heroine to her red booted feet. The sexy brunette pounded a couple of fists into Ms Americana’s ribs, then rammed the hapless heroine’s face into the wall. The sexy super heroine’s knees buckled and she knelt at Tamara’s and Bambi’s feet, moaning and groaning. “Wow, without that damn belt she’s easy as pie to beat up.”

“Want to bet?” Ms Americana said. The fools gave her the few seconds any Aphrodite woman needed to heal and recover her wits. She leapt to her feet, backhanded Bambi brutally, and then started kicking the crap out of Tamara. “I don’t need super strength to kick your scrawny butts, miscreant.”

She kicked Tamara one last time, in the chin, and the beautiful brunette fell straight back across Santa Pimp. Both out cold. Then Simone returned, kicking the gloating super heroine in the belly.

“Ugh,” Ms Americana grunted, baby blues glowering at the redhead. Then Bambi joined her cohort in crime. The shapely heroine glanced at her belt around the blonde’s waist, and rage consumed her. “Give me my belt, or suffer the consequences.”

“Hmmmm…no,” Bambi said, smugly. “Giving it back would result in dire consequences. So I’ll keep it, and we’ll kick your fat butt good.”

“Then Santa Pimp will give you to a pimp for Christmas,” Simone sneered. “I can’t wait to see that arrogant attitude FUCKED out of you, and then you submissively selling that spectacular body to all CUMMERS.”

“Oooh, Goddess help me. They are such VILE creatures, I want to pound them so badly the police would complain,” Ms Americana snarled.

“Bitch, I’ll beat your oversized sugar plums to a pulp!” Santa Pimp croaked out.

“Oh, Santa is awake,” Simone cried with joy. She looked viciously at Ms Americana. “Time to wrap you up for Christmas.”

“Wrap this,” Ms Americana said, and kicked straight up into Simone’s chin. The beautiful Helper fell straight back, unconscious and spread eagle on the sidewalk. But Bambi surprised her by yanking off her red, white and blue, strapless top. Her 38Gs flopped out, bouncing and getting an enthused “OOHH!” from the bystanders. The vivacious vigilante was not amused. “How dare you expose my breasts!”

“Oh, I dare mightily,” Bambi said, and pulled out a foot long, straight, rock hard peppermint stick. She whacked Ms Americana across the left cheek, then the right.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Then Bambi kicked her in the pussy, making the Queen of Justice double over, so she could smash her across both cheeks again. Ms Americana dropped to her knees, head spinning, body aching. She was missing her power belt intensely. It was just a foot away, around Bambi’s waist. She reached for it, but the hot blonde babe whacked her knuckles with the peppermint stick.

“Good job, Bambi,” Santa Pimp said, walking up to look the barely conscious super heroine over with relish. Then Simone and Tamara stumbled over, to look their newest captive over with blazing eyes. “Pick her up, and hold her for me. I want to get my candy cane wet in her sweet sugar plum.”

Ms Americana was pulled to her wobbly feet. She understood what was happening, but after that peppermint stick whipping, she was in no condition to fight them. She was healing fast, but not fast enough to save herself from a sound fucking.

Tamara and Simone held the sexy super heroine’s arms, while Bambi pulled her thong bottoms down mile long legs. Santa Pimp pulled out his huge bitch tamer, grabbed her sweet round butt in both hands, and mounted her pussy with one hard thrust.

“Uggghh,” Ms Americana groaned, her wits crystallizing with penetration. Her entire body came alive, tingly and hot. She was too hot, too fast for her own good. Santa Pimp would be able to climax her in record time in that precarious condition. “Stop. Now. If you stop and surrender, I can get you the help you so desperately need.”

“Ha! I may be insane, but how I love playing this game,” Santa Pimp said, enjoying how her shapely legs wrapped around him as he pounded her pussy hard and fast. Her nipples were engorged and erect, she was panting in sync with every thrust. Her baby blues were no longer filled with hate or rage, but shock and awe, while those hot glossy red lips were parted sexily. So he leaned in and kissed her, long and hard. “Mmmm.”

“Mmmmm,” Ms Americana said, too.

The super sexy super heroine was beside herself. She felt so weak. Utterly weak and defenseless, and it felt GOOD. She understood it was the Aphrodite Curse, bent on her own self destruction. Sex was her enemies’ best weapon against her, and they knew well how to deploy that weapon to its maximum effect. The butterflies were already gone, consumed in the fire filling her spectacular body.

“Goddess…help….ugh…me,” Ms Americana grunted in time with Santa Pimp’s deep, powerful thrusts. Then she threw her head way back, and HEAD BUTTED him.

“Aiieee,” Santa Pimp cried.

“Santa!” all three Helper Hoes cried.

Ms Americana’s feet hit the ground as she felt her captors’ grips loosen from the surprise. She jerked her left arm from Simone’s grasp, then kicked Bambi in the twat. As the blonde gasped and stumbled back, the sexy super heroine rabbit punched Tamara, before backhanding Simone.

All four of them scrambled towards the limo. Ms Americana only had eyes for Bambi, and her power belt. She grabbed the beautiful blonde’s long, hair, wrestled her to the ground, and pulled off the power belt. A second later the belt was around Ms Americana’s waist, and power surged through her curvaceous body. It was a heady feeling, and she paused to savor it.

“Ha! They got away,” a man said.

Ms Americana whirled around, just in time to see the limo turn at the next corner.

“Flag Girl!” she cried, and took off running. Even in five inch stilettos, the super heroine could run at Olympic speeds. But cars are still faster. Only traffic kept them within sight. “Stop, or know the wrath of Ms Americana!”

Heavy traffic stopped at the next light stopped the limo. She cried out in joy, for there was no way for them to escape her now. Until someone threw a leg out as she raced by, tripping her. The legendary Queen of Justice did a header into the back of the limo.

BOOM!

The light changed, and the cars all drove away. Ms Americana lay there, cheek pressed to the pavement, sweet round ass stuck up high, and arms limp at her sides. The denizens of Sugar Town gathered around, watching warily. They weren’t the players, the movers and shakers. They were the vendors and beggars, and other downtrodden.

“I think it’s safe,” one said. He was the man that tripped her. “She’s unconscious.”

“Super heroines wake up fast. And angry, Samuel,” another said.

“Not so angry when a dick is up her twat,” Samuel the tripper said, grinning.

Samuel was a tall, skinny homeless man. His hair was shoulder length, reddish brown and tangled. He hadn’t shaven in years, so his heard was down over his distended belly. His clothes were in tatters, multilayered, and reeked of unwashed humanity and whiskey. But he wasn’t drunk at the moment, just horny.

“I’m going in, boys,” he said, pulling out his now hard cock.

Ms Americana had already lost her top and bottoms, so was open to sexual exploitation. He could see her glistening pussy lips, swollen, below her neatly trimmed, bikini waxed triangle of pubic hair. So he knelt behind Ms Americana, guided his cock to her waiting pussy, and pushed in slowly. He savored every second, every slow inch of penetration.

“Ooooooooh,” Samuel groaned, holding tightly to her well rounded hips as he pushed in deeper and deeper. “So tight. So…good. Uuuuummmmmmm.”

The crowd groaned with him, enjoying the sight of the hated super heroine getting reamed out. Even unconscious, Ms Americana’s body enjoyed being mounted. It began to change, accepting him inside with pleasure. Since she was already aroused by Santa Pimp, and the process of achieving perfect pleasure was so recently started, the Queen of Justice’s incredible body bypassed the preliminaries and went straight for the glory.

“Oh….oh…oh Goddesssss….Nooooo,” Ms Americana gasped, waking up at the very brink of climax. “You have to st….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!”

“Bingo!” someone cried.

Ms Americana clawed at the pavement with red gloved fingers, back arched and ass held high. She felt super strength fading away. More than half of her power was lost. He was still fucking her relentlessly. She was already building toward another climax and she didn’t have the wherewithal to stop it. Or even fight it.

“You…ugh…have….to…ugh…ugh…stop,” Ms Americana grunted in time with Samuel’s deep thrusts. “Climax…de….powers….me.”

“Good,” he said, and started pumping faster. “Oh no.” Samuel then came, creaming her pussy good, and deep.

Ms Americana felt him come inside her. “Not inside me! NO! Aaaaaaagghhhh!” She felt the last of her super strength fade away, leaving her helpless. “ Oh! Please, not …again. Oh…oh…Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Great Liberty, I’m depowered!”

Samuel felt like a man again. He reached down, grabbed her hair and yanked her up. Then he twisted her face around to his, and KISSED her possessively. Ms Americana, head spinning, groaned, arms limp at her side. Her body was quaking wonderfully from the orgasms. Orgasms were so heady, so intoxicating to Aphrodite women. When he released her lips, she tried to glare at the surrounding men, to dissuade them from any further sexual exploitation of her body. Climaxes sucked away all of her defiance, self-esteem and will power. If they wanted her, she would cooperate.

“You’ve had your fun, now let me go,” Ms Americana said weakly. “I have to save Flag Girl from Santa Pimp. Before he gives her to a pimp.”

“Sounds like as good a reason as any to keep your tight white ass here,” another man said. He was a fat African American. A barker outside a peepshow she raided and smashed up a few times. Anton looked her over with lusty eyes, eager to start. He was wearing a nice, dark blue suit. Stepping up to her, he pulled out his ten inch cock and pushed it into her scowling face. He rubbed it around, with her not doing anything to stop him. Finally, he pressed it to her glossy red lips. “Eat me, Ms Americana.”

“You’ll pay for this, Anton,” she growled, opened wide and sucked him down. “Hhhmmmgggggggghhhh. Hgn. Ngnhh.” SLURP! GLUP. GUNK. SLUUURRP! She pulled off his dick, rolled her tongue all around the head, and then licked up and down his thick black shaft, before sucking on his hairy balls a long few minutes. “I’m going to have my vengeance.” That was the end of her defiance. She gobbled him down again. “MMmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Meanwhile, four blocks over, Santa Pimp’s limo pulled over to the curb…

Santa Pimp and his Helper Hoes got out. The girls strutted, pouted, and pranced around to the back of the limo, getting everyone’s undivided attention. Then Santa Pimp opened the trunk, and pulled out Flag Girl.

“Lord Pleasure,” Santa Pimp called, waving over a tall, muscular Asian man. The pimp had long black hair and a thin mustache. He wore a very expensive silk suit. “I have a present for you. She’s completely unused and fully wrapped in a pretty, vibrant colored costume wrapping. You know FLAG GIRL, don’t you?”

The sexy sidekick was conscious now, but still confused and shaking off the affects of the double tazering. She looked first at Santa Pimp, with wide blue eyes, and then turned to look upon the pimp. She tried to pull free of Santa Pimp and the handcuffs, but couldn’t. That’s when she noticed her power belt was missing, and then spotted it around Simone’s waist.

“Holy Helpless! I’ve been debelted and depowered!”

“Indeed I do know Flag Twit, Santa,” Lord Pleasure said, his dark eyes narrowing. “I have issues to resolve with her, which I could do nicely by pimping her sweet white ass on these very streets.”

“You’ll get no pleasure of me,” Flag Girl declared defiantly. “I am a superior woman, a super heroine and above being prostituted by the likes of you.” She struggled briefly again, then gave up. “I demand you release me this instant.”

“She’s mine?” Lord Pleasure asked.

“She’s yours,” Santa Pimp said, grinning.

Lord Pleasure savagely backhanded the defiant sidekick. Her knees buckled and she fell to them before him. He unzipped, pulled out his bitch tamer, and shoved it down her throat before her head stopped spinning. Then he held onto both bouncy blonde pigtails, and forced the sexy sidekick to bob her head up and down his thick shaft.

“That’s a good way to shut up a yapping heroine,” Simone said, nodding her approval.

“Mmmggghhh. Nuuughhh. Hhhgggnnn,” Flag Girl grunted and groaned. After a few minutes, he climaxed, ballooning her cheeks with hot, sticky cum. She was forced to drink it all down, swallowing gulp after gulp. Glunk…slurp…gulp…slurp…glunk. The whole ordeal left her light headed, her world spinning out of control. “Oh, Goddess.”

“Let’s unwrap Flag Girl, and have a party!” Lord Pleasure cried. He jerked her to her feet, unzipped and pulled off her blue, star-spangled top. Everyone cheered at the sight of her big round tits, all firm and perky. The nineteen year old super heroine protégé gulped at the sight of all those horny men and women. Then her new master reached up under her red and white, vertically striped miniskirt, and ripped away her red silk thongs. Then he lifted her up atop a curbside trash can, hookers grabbing and pulling wide her long, shapely legs. Her blonde, bikini waxed twat was very exposed. “Now that’s the proper way to OPEN a Santa Pimp present.”

“Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl cried as Lord Pleasure slowly penetrated, and drove deep into her vulnerable pussy.

“I see that you are truly enjoying your present,” Santa Pimp said, grinning.

With that, the evil Santa and his hot Helpers departed.

Flag Girl had no thoughts for the departing white bearded, white slaver. Her body was out of control aroused. She was trying in vain to clamp down on her raging hormones, and her Aphrodite body’s natural hedonistic traits. She was building fast toward a taming orgasm, and knew it. That had to be stopped at all costs. But Lord Pleasure’s cock was whipping her body into a sexual frenzy, and it was beating her self-esteem and self-control to mush at the same time.

“Help me, Ms Americana,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as the tears began to flow. “I am not…strong…enough….Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”

“Victory!” Lord Pleasure cried to the cheers of the crowd.

Meanwhile, four blocks over….

“I am TAMED!” Ms Americana cried.

“Yes! I TAMED the mighty Ms Americana!” Tyrone cried.

He pulled out, and sprayed his hot, creamy cum all over the Queen of Justice’s titanic tits, belly and inner thighs. She lay there, gasping, slathered in cum: face, tits, belly, butt, back and pussy.

“Time to auction that fat-titted butt off,” someone cried.

The Queen of Justice was yanked to her wobbly, stiletto booted feet. She wore only her red boots and gloves, and blue star-spangled mask. Her choker, earrings and power belt had vanished like her costume, leaving her feeling ultra vulnerable, ultra sexy.

“What am I bid?” Samuel called, a fist in her silky hair to hold her grimacing face up. As the man that took her out, the street people had already decided he owned her. So he would be the one to collect any money earned off her. “The highest bidder gets to be the one to unmask her. That alone ought to be worth something.”

“One thousand dollars,” Anton called.

“Two thousand,” Lord Pleasure called, striding up quickly. Ms Americana cut her baby blues over to the hated pimp with dread. Most likely she would be bought by him, or another pimp, and be forced to peddle her sweet round ass on the street that very night. “I already have Flag Girl working her tail off for me as we speak, and I want the complete set.”

People started laughing and congratulating him. The bidding continued, rising much slower. These weren’t the richest folks in Delta City. Their paltry bids were their life savings, sometimes their rent money.

“Going once! Going twice! Sold, to Lord Pleasure for five thousand, six hundred and ten dollars!” Samuel called. “Lord Pleasure, you have your matched set, my friend!”

Lord Pleasure paid in cash. Money earned by all his whores that very day. So far, because the night was still young for hookerdom. The tall Asian American pimp quickly paid up, and took possession of his prize.

“You’ll get no pleasure from me, Lord Pleasure,” Ms Americana sneered, baby blues flashing with defiance. “Despite appearances, I’m still a strong and vital woman, a superior woman and well capable…hey, what are you doing?”

He pushed her up against a wall, grabbed her knees and lifted them to either side of his hips. To her horror, the hated pimp was between her legs, and his giant cock was pressing up against her naked pussy. Since he was busy holding her up, pressing her against the wall with his body, one of his sexy hookers reached down and guided his thick, hard cock into Ms Americana’s aching, burning twat.

“Uggggggggggghhhhhhhh! Oh, so…wrong…feels…oooohhhhh,” Ms Americana groaned, averting her face to one side as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She was already tamed, and from the way the initial penetration of her new owner/pimp felt, she’d soon be helpless to resist his will. “You have to stop, or…uuggh. Or I’ll…lose…..my…aaahhhh.”

Her legs wrapped around the pimp unconsciously, and he began to pump in and out of her trembling, uber hot body. Seeing that she was assisting in her own ravishment and taming, he released her knees and grabbed two big hands full of firm, white titty meat. And commenced to really fuck her long and hard.

“You are a whore, and love it,” Lord Pleasure whispered into Ms Americana’s ear. He understood super heroines’ strengths and weaknesses. He’d tamed super heroines before, and knew what to do to transform Ms Americana’s defiance into sexual subservience. “You are eager to please.”

“I am…not,” she groaned as he kissed and nibbled at her neck and ear. That felt almost as good as his cock inside her, making her show of defiance harder to pull off. “I am eager to beat you…ugghh….to…a pulp.”

“You are a whore, and love it,” he said again. And again, and again. It became his incessant mantra, burning it into the helpless heroine’s psyche with every thrust of his bitch taming cock. “You are a whore, and you love it.”

Despite her best efforts, Ms Americana’s fertile mind began picturing herself walking the streets of Sugar Town, picking up men and taking them to a room for wild sex.

“You are a whore, and love it,” Lord Pleasure said. “You are just fuck meat, and you are only good for fucking.”

Her baby blues went wide as she felt her body suddenly change, suddenly start charging up for a mind searing climax. It was building super fast, and it took her breath away, terrified her. “Fuck meat?” she repeated, almost mindlessly. “No…please…stop.”

“You are fuck meat.”

He increased the rate of his pumping, feeling her body at the verge of orgasm. A bitch taming, mind wiping climax. He knew super heroines that well.

“No, I am Ms…Am…..”

“Fuck meat.”

“Ms…fuck meat,” she breathed, eyes crossing as she reached the brink. “I am a super…..”

“Whore! Whore! You are a WHORE!”

“I am…..am….aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am a WHORE!” she cried.

“You are fuck meat.”

“I am fuck meat. Aaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

“You are a whore.”

“I am a whore.”

“You are fuck meat,” he said, and finally creamed her pussy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, that last climax wiping out the last vestiges of her former self, and leaving her an empty vessel for the pimp to fill. “I am fuck….whore.”

“You are fuck meat.” Lord Pleasure pulled out, spun her around and shoved his sticky wet cock up her butt. And started pounding her mercilessly again, driving her oversexed body wild. “You are a whore.”

“I…am….a…..fucking whore,” she cried. “Aaaaaaaaggggggggggh! Fucking whore! Aaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”

“I like fucking whore even better,” Lord Pleasure said, pulling out of her ass. Ms Americana was clearly woozy, unsteady on her feet. “Are you ready to start whoring that spectacular body off for money?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good answer,” he said.

Lord Pleasure seized Ms Americana by her hair, and half-dragged her down the street toward his territory, four blocks over. Horny men followed, ready to be her first customers. When they arrived at Lord Pleasure little slice of sexual heaven, Flag Girl was coming out of the hooker hotel, looking for another customer. The sexy nineteen year old sidekick was still in her full costume, minus her power belt.

“Oh no! Ms Americana, not you, too?” Flag Girl cried. She looked at her sexy mentor’s narrow waist, naked of the golden belt. “And you lost your power belt, too.” She bowed her blonde, pigtailed head dejectedly. “Then there is no one to save me. I am truly a hooker now.”

“I’m…,” Ms Americana started to say, but was interrupted by Santa Pimp’s limo pulling up. The hated white-bearded white slaver got out with his sexy Helpers. Their eyes glittered with wickedness as they looked at the naked super heroine. “You!”

“Yes, me. And look at you,” Santa Pimp said. “Looks like Lord Pleasure had a double good Christmas this year.”

“This is your fault,” Ms Americana growled, suddenly consumed with rage and darkness. The sexy super heroine twisted out of Lord Pleasure’s grasp and charged Santa Pimp and his Helper Hoes. “I’ll kill you!”

The red-suited white slaver and his Helpers squawked, and jumped back into the limo. A second later the limo’s door locks engaged, locking her out. Ms Americana was not deterred. The sunroof was open, so she leaped up and over, and hit it just right.

“Gotcha!” the Queen of Justice cried as she hit the floorboards in the midst of the four Christmastime white slavers. The vicious vigilante started kicking and punching, biting and scratching. “My vengeance!”

Ms Americana kicked Simone in the chin, then backhanded Santa Pimp, before she thrust kicked Tamara in the stomach. Bambi came up behind her, and pinned the sexy super heroine’s arms to her side in a big bear hug. Santa Pimp and Tamara quickly took advantage, and Santa punched the helpless heroine in the face, while Tamara kneed her in the twat.

“Aaaggghh,” she cried in pain, then thrust her head straight back and headbutted Bambi. Bambi wailed and let go, allowing the statuesque super heroine to kick Santa Pimp in the balls, and rabbit punch Tamara, taking her down too. “Ha! You thought you could defeat Ms Americana! Miscreants, don’t you know you cannot keep a good woman down?”

The four white slavers lay around her, moaning and groaning. She smiled smugly at them, and stood up in the runroof. The Sugar Towners were gawking at her as she surveyed the scene.

“The gig is up, boys. Release Flag Girl and go home,” Ms Americana declared. “Ms Americana is victorious!”

“Ms Americana is an idiot,” Santa Pimp growled, and pushed a button.

The sunroof started to close. Realizing the danger, Ms Americana tried to duck back inside the limo. But Santa Pimp wrapped his arms around her waist and wouldn’t allow her to drop down all the way.

“Ack! Aaagghh. Help. Choking me,” Ms Americana gasped out, caught on the neck by the closing sunroof. Santa Pimp and his sexy Helpers unleashed their rage inside the limo, and started pounding the hapless heroine’s spectacular body from tits to toes. “Uuggghhh.”

Once Ms Americana’s body went limp, Santa Pimp released her. She collapsed at their feet, and was promptly hauled back out of the limo.

“Your slave heroine is being a nuisance,” Santa Pimp said, eyeing the wobbly super heroine angrily. “I am going to put an end to her defiance.”

“How do you do that?” Lord Pleasure said.

“Unmask her in public,” he said, and reached for her mask.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl both went crazy. To unmask a heroine was the ultimate insult, the ultimate blow. Nothing scared a super heroine more than being unmasked.

Simone and Bambi were holding Ms Americana’s arms, but Tamara rushed in to help. The three of them barely contained the bucking, writhing, growling super heroine. But Santa Pimp got a headlock on the masked beauty. Then he slipped two fingers under the bottom of her mask, under her left eye. She locked eyes with him as his fingers slipped through the eye opening, and he closed his fingers around it.

“Don’t. I’ll make it worth your while,” she said. “I am rich.”

“But it’s Christmas, and I so love opening presents,” Santa Pimp said, smiling cruelly. “Time to finally, after all these long years, find out who is hiding behind the mask. Who is the real Ms Americana?”

“Noooooo!” she cried as he slowly pulled the mask away from her face. “Stop!”

“Ms Americana!” Flag Girl cried out, held tight by Lord Pleasure just feet away.

“Ms Americana is UNMASKED!” Santa Pimp cried triumphantly. “And she is….um….Brenda Wade?”

“Brenda Wade?” Lord Pleasure said, frozen with shock.

The crowd gasped, frozen in place. Even Santa Pimp and his sexy Helpers were stunned by the revelation.

“What have you done?” Ms Americana cried. She twisted violently, breaking free. Then she charged Lord Pleasure, who released Flag Girl to defend himself. But instead of attacking him, she grabbed Flag Girl’s hand and yanked her away. “You will all pay for this.”

“Sugar Town!” Santa Pimp cried. “I give you Ms Americana AND Brenda Wade for Christmas! Get them.”

“Ack!” Flag Girl cried.

“Yikes!” Ms Americana cried. “RUN!”

The gorgeous super heroines turned and ran. In different directions. The crowd roared with joy, and took off after them.

Santa Pimp and his Helper Hoes laughed merrily as the two super heroines were chased into the night by horny street people.

“Merry Christmas and have a Happy HOOKER New Year!”

THE END