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MS AMERICANA: S.H.I.T. HAPPENS

By Dark One

"Halt in the name of Justice!" Ms Americana called.

It was high noon, downtown Delta City. The legendary Queen of Justice was chasing a big, burly thug through the streets. She'd caught him trying to mug a businessman. Instead of giving up intelligently, he ran for it.

Ms Americana raced after him in five inch stiletto boots. She'd be faster in flats, but that would spoil the effect she was going for. She was, after all, the premier super heroine in Delta City. She had an image, and careful crafting and promotion of that image helped her to be the most popular, most downloaded and most respected super heroine in the world.

Everyone, men and women alike, stopped and gawked at the curvaceous super heroine ran at breakneck speed in her skimpy bikini and boots costume. The top was strapless, red, white and blue (one cup red and white stripes, the other blue with white stars), which matched the thong bottoms. Gold trimmed both top and bottoms. Her identity was hidden behind a blue, star-spangled mask, with a golden tiara crowning her raven-maned head above. She accessorized with red star earrings, blue choker, red gauntlet gloves and red calf boots.

The thug was a good six foot five, with shiny bald head and three day growth beard. He was thickly muscled, wearing a black muscle shirt, faded jeans and biker boots. For a big man he was amazingly fast on his feet.

"Stay away from me, Americana! I'll clobber you!"

"Oooh, scary," Ms Americana sneered. "Stop and fight like a man, and we'll see who gets clobbered."

To her surprise, he did stop and turn to face her. She charged in, fists and feet flying. He sidestepped her attack, and punched the sexy super heroine in the ribs. She rolled with that powerful punch, and escaped his attempt to close. Then she backhanded him, sending the thug reeling.

"You can look, but no touching, miscreant," Ms Americana said, scolding him playfully as she wagged a red gloved finger at him.

Ms Americana was having fun now. Everyone was watching them. She was firmly in control. And, even better, every news crew in town was out there filming her heroics. The other super heroines would be so jealous.

He charged her, swinging wildly. Ms Americana danced around him, hitting him almost at will. She felt like a pro boxer, floating like a butterfly, stinging like a bee.

"Stand still, Americana," he growled. "Let see how smug you are after I get my hands on you."

"Your hands on me? I don't think so," Ms Americana said, and kicked him in the chin. Then she darted around and put a left cross into his ugly face. "The only thing you are going to get, miscreant, is your JUST DESSERTS!"

"Really? You're going to blow me?"

"Huh?"

People snickered. She slanted an "I'm-not-amused" look their way, and the thug charged her at the same time. She leapt straight back, with a sharp retort on her full red lips.

"You're too slow, miscreant," she called. "I'm too fast and smart for…Ouch!"

The Queen of Justice had jumped back into a light post, and bounced off it and back at the thug. He laughed and took two wild swings at her. She blocked the punch at her face, but the other slammed into her huge tits. The busty super babe's 38Gs popped out of the strapless top.

"Hey!" she cried.

"WHOA!" the crowd called out.

"Yes!" the thug cried, swinging at her chin.

Ms Americana ducked under his wild punch, but he was rushing in too fast. She cut left to escape, and ran straight into a fire hydrant. Tripped over it, really.

"Aagggh! Ugh!" she cried, her cry cut off when her forehead met the concrete curb. "Ooooooooooooooooooh."

"Holy shit!" the thug said, gawking at Ms Americana draped over a fire hydrant, her shapely ass in the air and face in the gutter. His dark eyes locked on that fine ass, and he felt his cock stir.

"Oh, my head," Ms Americana groaned, but quickly slipped off the hydrant and stood up on wobbly feet.

"If you liked that, then you're going to love this," the thug said, snatching her left wrist. He jerked her forward, and ran the sexy super heroine head first into the light pole again. She bounced off, arms flailing, baby blues cross. "Ouch, bet that hurt."

Ms Americana fell to her hands and knees. He yanked off her thong bottoms, and knelt behind her.

"You were right, Americana, I am getting my JUST DESSERTS today," he said, pulled out his cock and thrust it up her cunt.

"Aaaaagggggggghhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, clawing at the concrete as her back arched. "Too big. Hurts. You're splitting me in half!"

He rammed his cock home, over and over. She gasped and grunted, crying out super heroine nonsense. Smiling, he noticed she wasn't even trying to escape. She was struggling, but doing nothing that would actually stop him from fucking her. After a couple of minutes, Ms Americana was bucking, back arched and eyes rolled up. She ground her pussy into this thrusts, maximizing both of their pleasures.

She couldn't help herself. Sex was her Achilles Heel. Within seconds of being impaled she wasn't able to think of anything but fending off the threatening climax. Really, she was just trying to outlast him. If he would just come and pull out, then she could quickly recover and kick his butt.

"Great Liberty, he is going to climax me!" she cried, feeling her resolve slipping. The climax loomed over her, physically and emotionally. She looked up with glassy eyes, and realized everyone was watching with lusty looks on their faces. They all wanted to be the one fucking her. Cameras, so many cameras, were recording every seconds, every grunt and groan and moan. Every gasped and tiny cry. The thug's cum flooded her, and she lost her battle to resist the thugs intense fucking. "Goddess, I am unworthy! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yes! I win!" he cried.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" she cried, and threw her head back.

"Ugh!" he grunted, her head slamming into his face.

The thug fell straight back, his big dick sliding out of her body as she knelt there quivering and gasping, all but incoherent. She was only like that a moment, before the police rushed up and seized the thug.

"Wow, Ms Americana, you did it again," a young cop said, staring at her naked tits. He helped her stand up, then helped to tie her thong back together.

"Yes. Yes I did," she said, surprised to see him out cold. She barely remembered her head slamming his face. While the cop tied her thongs around her shapely hips, and everyone watched raptly, Ms Americana got her 38Gs stuffed back inside her strapless top. "Justice always prevails, officer."

The cops took the thug away, right after she gave a statement.

"Wow, I can't wait to check shit happens," a spectator said.

Ms Americana glanced in that direction. She couldn't tell which of the bright-eyed men said it. What did it mean? Check "shit happens?"

Thirty minutes later Brenda Wade walked into her office. It was abuzz with the lasted super heroine stories. Ms Americana was story number one, beating out Green Spectre and Spectre Girl foiling a liquor story holdup the previous night.

"So, Ms Americana saved the day again, heh?" Brenda said, rather smugly.

"Yep," her pretty little secretary, Cindy, said. "And gave SHIT_Happens another video."

That was the second time she heard "shit happens." This time she wouldn't let it go.

"What do you mean? Shit happens? It's that just a rude bumper sticker?" she said.

"Oh no, SHIT_Happens is a website. WWW.SHIT_Happens.com, to be precise," Cindy said. "My boyfriend is CONSTANTLY on it. It's disgusting."

"What is it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being vague. It stands for Super Heroines In Trouble. S-H-I-T. SHIT_Happens is a website that shows photos and videos of super heroines in trouble, getting their sexy butts kicked, or tied up, or…you know, raped."

"Like what happened to Ms Americana today," another secretary said. "I wouldn't be surprised if they already have video and stills of her …um…ordeal posted. They are pretty fast."

"That's disgusting!" Brenda cried, remembering how the thug fucked her so hard and good, right out in public, with all those damn cameras catching every sexy second of it.

Going into her office, Brenda booted up her computer and logged onto SHIT_Happens. To her horror, SHE was the featured segment of the day. To make it worse, she had to use her credit card to pay for a month's membership to view their vile, pornographic trash. They had dozens of galleries of super heroines in trouble, most with the heroine either getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter, or she was captured and getting reamed out royally. And worse of all, Ms Americana had more galleries and videos than any other super heroine. Almost half the site was dedicated to her!

"There is a video of me being forced to suck King Pimp! I didn't see any camera!" she cried. It was horrible, for they even got a close up after he came in her mouth, and when she pulled her lips off his dick, a thick gooey rope of cum looped between her slack lips and his cock head. Until her tongue came out and slurped it up. She sat there gawking, panting and fighting the urge to touch herself as she watched herself LICKING HIM CLEAN. "Oh, they show all the bad stuff, but nothing on how I escaped? Those pigs!"

Ten years of accidents, mistakes and misadventures recorded and for sale. Cum shots. Butt shots. Nudes out the kazoo. Hundreds of nudes, many of her tied up, handcuffed, covered in cum.

"I'm going to find out who the owners of this site are, and rip them a new ass hole. Then shut down their site forever," Brenda growled, her baby blues blazing. And she spent the rest of the afternoon on the computer, researching.

# # #

Ms Americana stood outside a dark single-story home, just a block from Sugar Town, Delta City's most notorious red light district. She thought it somehow fitting one of the SHIT_Happens owners lived so close to absolute debauchery and flesh on parade. After a hard day of humiliating heroines online, he probably walked over and paid for a piece of skanky ass.

The voluptuous vigilante couldn't find the location of their servers, but she finally lucked out and identified one of the owner/operators. His name was Harvey Weinlaub. Apparently, he was some kind of computer genius geek. A freaky geek, apparently. After she got a name, it wasn't hard to get his address. She was so pleased to discover he was a local boy, and she didn't have to travel to an unfamiliar city.

"He's going to think 'Shit Happens' when I get through with him," Ms Americana growled, baby blues flashing. She tugged her strapless top up, then tested the door. It was locked. She studied it a second, and determined there was no deadbolt. So using her super strength, she turned the knob until it broke.

"Oh, lookie, his door is unlocked and swinging open. I should check it out to make sure nothing untoward is happening here," she said, grinning.

The lights were all out. She could hear Harvey in back, snoring. So she started snooping around, looking for a server. Within minutes she found the stair down into the basement. The basement was the perfect place to hide a porn server. Oh yeah. She headed down into the pitch black basement.

On the third step down, the second her booted foot stepped down, it clicked. Floodlight hit her. An alarm went off. And the stairs flatten, creating a slide. Ms Americana yelped as she started to slide down the stairs. There was a steel bar just above her, horizontal to the floor. She was just fast enough to grab it with both hands.

SNAP! SNAP!

"Great Liberty, it was a trap!" she cried, finding both wrists locked into manacles on the steel bar. The super sexy vigilante found herself hanging from the steel bar, feet a couple feet off the floor. She struggled as the stairs snapped back into place, and released a long arm above her to swing down towards her face. There was a white clothe on the end of that arm. "No! Not Chloro---MMmmggghh."

The ingeniously designed device was spring loaded. The second the cloth smashed into her face, a trigger was tripped and it snapped closed around her head, holding the chloroform pad firmly in place.

Ms Americana, baby blues wide in disbelief, felt the chloroform scrambling her brains, lulling her to sleep, even as she heard footsteps in the house above her. Footsteps coming her way. As she swayed, bucking weakly, less and less, losing her battle with the insidious gas, she heard Harvey arrive. She felt his soft little hands on her rump, her back and in her long, black hair. As he stepped around her, admiring his prize, Harvey caressed her shapely ass and satiny smooth thighs.

"Looks like I caught myself a sexy little SHIT," he said.

"Mmmmgggghhh," she groaned weakly, sinking fast into oblivion.

"SHIT happens, heh Americana?" he said.

The last thing Ms Americana saw before the chloroform took her, was a head of curly dark hair, round face with coke-bottle round glasses and a big shit-eating grin.

"I knew I'd catch a super bimbo!" Harvey cried, doing a little jib on the stairs below his super heroine conquest. "Abner is going to be so jealous. Ha! I'm the man, baby, I'm the man."

Harvey glanced at the five cameras. All came on when Ms Americana tripped the trigger. Every second of it was recorded for SHIT_Happens.com. They'd already made a fortune off her sexy ass, and now it was the ultimate victory over the super busty bimbo.

"Mine is the superior mind, Americana," he said, speaking like Khan from Star Trek. He retrieved a remote, and pushed some buttons. Ms Americana was moved over to the middle of the basement. A new set of cameras turned on. He lowered her limp form down until just the tip of her booted toes touched the floor. "Now its SHIT happens time, baby."

The pudgy geek pressed a button, and the chloroform pad arm released her head, and swung back up. He set the remote aside, because it would all be "hands on" after that. Very hands on. First thing, he unfastened her top between her titanic tits.

"Oh, Momma Mia, them some BIG spicy meat balls," he cried as her 38Gs jostled before his wide eyes. He grabbed them with both hands and squeezed. "Monster melons!"

After a few minutes of melon mauling with his hands, lips and tongue, he noticed her nipples were rock hard and erect. Speaking of erect, he was horny as all hell. Ms Americana was just starting to move a bit, a grimace on her beautiful masked face. So he pulled her thong bottoms down her mile long legs.

Since Ms Americana was considerably taller, he pulled up a stool and stood upon it as he opened his bath robe and pressed his cock to her wet, bikini waxed pussy. With a wicked smile of lecherous delight, Harvey pushed into Ms Americana's cunt.

"Oh, a tight one," he groaned.

"Oooommm," Ms Americana groaned, her head lulling around.

Holding onto her rounded hips, to keep her from swinging away from him, Harvey hammered her pussy with all he had. It was only seconds before he noticed the subtle changes in her face and body. She was panting pretty quickly, then her eyes started to flutter as she neared consciousness. He savored every second as she started to buck against him.

"Damn. This horny heroine is fucking me back, and she's still asleep," he said, laughing. Then her eyes popped open, locking on him. "Hello, SHIT brain."

"Harvey? What are….ooooh. Oh my! I've been captured, and now I'm paying for my ineptitude!" she cried.

"I like it. Can I use that on my website? Oh, wait, this is being audio/video recorded. Of course we'll use it on the website," he said, and laughed. He realized he was about finished. "I'm going to come inside Ms Americana!"

"No! Don't come inside me! I'm vulnerable," she cried. Too late. Not that he cared what she wanted. Harvey thrust deep, and held it as his cock gushed into her body. "YES!"

"AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, climaxing. "Goddess, help…mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Harvey kissed her briefly. Then he moved his stool around behind her and got up on it. Ms Americana hung limply while that happened, her mind whirling as she tried to make everything settle down. But when he spread her satiny ass cheeks, the sexy super heroine took notice.

"Wait, what are you doing? Not there! That's just sick!"

"Call me Captain Kink," Harvey said, and shoved his cock up her poop chute.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeee! You're splitting me in half!"

"Hey, didn't that thug this afternoon split you in half?"

"Bastard!"

"No, my parents were married," he said.

Ms Americana groaned and writhed as he bootie fucked her, reaching around to roughly fondle her enormous, hypersensitive tits. Having already been climaxed, not to mention being thoroughly fucked earlier that day, Ms Americana had no resistance to offer. She just hung there, bucking, a look of awed disbelief on her beautiful masked face. The first climax hit her less than a minute after anal penetration.

"Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, this is so wrong. You will rue the day you did this to me. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

Harvey fucked her ass for forty minutes, ripping forced climax after climax from her highly responsive body. She stopped threatening him after the fifth climax, and only grunted and screamed with pure pleasure after that. Ms Americana really didn't have the mind control necessary for coherent thought and speech.

"Hey, you got shit on my pecker, Ms Ameri-SHIT," he said. He stepped in front of her, and admired the dazed look on her face, and the way her sweaty, curvaceous body glistened in the light. He played with her titanic tits a few minutes, then picked up the remote and lowered her to the floor. He lowered her until she was on her knees, arms still held up high. Then he grabbed her sweat-soaked black hair, and held her head still while he inserted his nasty dick into her mouth. "Oh, yes. Another dream fulfilled."

Slurp.

"Oh. So you like sucking dick, heh?" he said when she immediately started sucking. "I heard that once a heroine was fucked into submission and tamed, she became an insatiable sex machine. You're proving that correct. Which means I tamed the mighty Americana!"

SLURP! "Mmmmggghh."

The vanquished vigilante sucked and licked and slurped. She was not tamed. She was not broken. But she was super horny, and needing time. She sucked and licked, rolled her tongue around his rancid cock, enjoying it, but planning her revenge. She was down, but not out. Not yet.

"Don't ignore my big, sweaty balls," Harvey said. She immediately started lapping off the sweat and nasty off those dangling balls. "Oh, yeah. That's how you do it. You're good. I knew the Sugar Town pimps trained you right. I uploaded the videos of most of your training sessions myself when we started the site. Everyone said you were a natural born cocksucker. You're proving that right now."

Ms Americana sucked and licked until Harvey creamed her mouth. Then he went across the room and called his friend and partner.

"Abner, you loser! LOSER!" he cried, and then laughed. "Dude! Bro! My man! I caught a SHIT. Yes! That stair trap you scoffed at. Yep, the dumb SHIT actually tried to save herself by grabbing the steel rod, just like I said she would. Who's laughing now, Mister? Me, that's who. Huh? Oh, I caught Ms Fucking Americana! YES! I just finished going around the world on her hot bod, dude. She was great. Yes, I did. I broke her on my dick. I tamed Ms Americana."

They spoke for thirty minutes. Harvey went and got his camera phone halfway through, and started taking pictures of Ms Americana and sending them to Abner. They laughed about them, too. Meanwhile, the super sexy de-powered heroine knelt, panted, and simmered. Each minute that passed without sexual stimulation was a step closer to her escape.

"I got to go, dude," Harvey said. "It's like in the middle of the fucking night, man. I'm going to strap her fat ass into the fucking machine and soften her up good while I get some shut-eye. Come over first thing in the morning and we'll pass her around like the cheap SHIT she is. See ya."

Ms Americana seethed to hear him talk about her like that, to hear him making such disgusting plans for debauching her further with his friend. Unacceptable! But she was helpless, and knew it. But as soon as he unlocked her manacles….

To keep his guard down, she still hung limply from the bar, trapped in that kneeling position. Her head hung low, tousled wet hair hiding most of her face. He nudged her with his foot when he came up to her. She didn't respond.

"Man, I did a number on your sweet ass, Ameri-SHIT," he said, and started to unlock her manacles. She just let her arm flop down beside her, limp, while Harvey worked on releasing the other. "Now, let's get you…Hey!"

Ms Americana threw a punch at his crotch. She was terribly weak and slow. Harvey twisted and took the still hard punch in the upper thigh. He shrieked like a school girl, and backhanded her. She rolled with the blow and rolled back up onto her feet.

"Oh no! I fucked up! I fucked up!" Harvey cried, panicking so much he didn't realize she was almost helpless still. She could barely stand. But instead he pushed a button on the remote, and a secret passage opened up. "You'll never catch me, Ameri-SHIT!"

"Dude," she said in a voice mocking Harvey's. "You really have to let up on the 'SHIT' this, 'SHIT' that. It's annoying."

But she was talking to herself. Harvey vanished into the secret passage, and the door closed. The statuesque super heroine couldn't find another latch or button to open it, and he took the remote. So she collected her costume, dressed and searched the house with a fine-toothed comb. No server. She smashed up his laptop, just out of spite. Then she went home, but smiled all the way there. She had another clue.

"Abner. Who is Abner?" she said. "I'll find out and then Americana will prevail, and mete out JUSTICE!"

# # #

Next morning, Brenda called in sick. I mean, she was the boss. What were they going to say?

"Great Liberty! I forgot he was filming my defilement last night," Brenda cried, sitting in her secret chamber, and at the computer station. She was freshly showered and all made up, but she hadn't gotten into costume yet. Instead, she was sitting there in nothing but a red satin robe, that barely dropped down below her tight tush. She was checking SHIT_Happens.com for clues, when she logged on and found her "minor setback" from last night was posted. "I am so going to …to…..uuuggghhhh."

They'd also added a new photo gallery from a Dusk to Dawn heroine. Ebony Avenger had a stroke of bad luck last night, too. Gang banged by gang bangers, who took pictures with their cell phones. Bad pictures. Worse lighting. But it was obviously Ebony Avenger.

They also added some old footage of Amazing Babe and Shield captured, forced to put on a lesbian sex show for mobsters. There would be footage from that capture trickling in for a long time, since the two heroines were held prisoner for two weeks by pornographers before Ms Americana, Lady Midnight and Got Gal rescued them.

Unfortunately, there was nothing on the site she could use to track the owners down. Nothing with any names, even. But she knew that Harvey Weinlaub, now on the run, and some guy named Abner owned and operated the site. So she started doing goggle searches, until…

"Bingo! Abner Roddenberry, I got you!"

A little more research, and she had an address. It was just a block over from Harvey's house, too. The picture on his personal blog showed he was another bespeckled geek. Had a degree in Computer Sciences. Go figure.

Within moments she was decked out in red, white and blue, bikini costume and boots. Mask, tiara, POWER BELT. Okay, the power belt was just a pretty fashion accessory after the previous day and night. Multiple orgasms de-powered her until she could build up her pent up sexual frustrations again. Being as horny as she ALWAYS was, that shouldn't take too long. As it stood, the power belt was only giving her ten percent of the super strength and speed it normally gave her.

"I don't need my belt to take out a pair of super geeks," Ms Americana sneered as she eschewed the elevator for the fireman's pole. It was faster, and she had a need for speed.

Ms Americana raced to the geek's house. First, she checked Harvey's house, on the off chance he'd returned to collect his things. He had returned, since his closet was mostly cleaned out. So she headed for Abner's house.

Abner had an even nicer, larger home. It was an old Victorian, painted pale yellow with white trim. The yard was professionally landscaped. In the early morning sun it looked quite serene and homey. There was a BMW in the driveway, all doors and trunk open. Looked like someone was packing to leave. She smiled.

"Hard to believe a sleazy pornographer lives here," Ms Americana said, striding up the sidewalk.

The front door was unlocked. The super sexy Queen of Justice walked in and looked around. The stairs to the second floor was directly in front of the door. A formal dining room was to her right, the living room to her left. Abner obviously cared more about fine living than Harvey. He had fine art, black leather furniture, expensive rugs over hardwood floors. She was just a little impressed.

"Had to be a professional decorator," she muttered.

The sound of a drawer closing upstairs got her attention. She paused, listening and smiling. It sounded like someone was going through a chest of drawers and cleaning it out, one drawer at a time. She'd totally upset their perfect little porno world.

Ms Americana heads up the stairs. Her stiletto boots clacked on the hardwood as she ascended. About halfway up she heard the man upstairs stop and gasp.

"Who's there?"

"Justice," Ms Americana said. "Come to get you."

"Son of a bitch!" he cried, and rushed out of his room. Just as she stepped onto the third step from the top, he appeared above her. He was a little chubbier than Harvey, though taller. His glasses were the dark lenses that changed in direct sunlight. He was wearing baggy jeans and a polo shirt. "Americana!"

"Looks like shit is about to happen to you, Abner, and it has nothing to do with a super heroin in trouble," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing and red gloved hands balling into fists. "Now would be a good time to call for your mommy, boy."

Ms Americana started to rush up the stairs at him. Abner threw his arms up and shrieked. Then he surprised the sexy super heroine by jumping on the baluster and sliding down the stairs rail past her. Worse, he reached out and snatched her top off as he passed.

"Yikes! Great Liberty, that foul little geek exposed my tits!" she cried, spinning around to glare at him.

Ms Americana heard a scuffing sound behind her, up on the second floor. She started to turn around, but Abner held up her top in one hand, and a camera phone in the other.

"Smile, Ms Americana. You're SHIT_Happens feature SHIT of the day again," Abner said, and started clicking pictures of her topless.

"Oh…you foul miscreant! I'm going to -- "

"To do NOTHING," Harvey said right behind her. He reached around her body, and gave her monster tits a firm squeeze. "More cushion, for the PUSHING."

Harvey kicked the curvaceous super heroine between the shoulder blades. Her arms flew wide as she tumbled face first down the stairs. Actually, she slid halfway down on her titanic 38Gs, then caught a step and started tumbling head over heels the rest of the way.

Abner used the video function of his camera phone to record her trip down.

Ms Americana landed in a heap at Abner's feet. She knew she was in trouble. Her power belt wasn't protecting her, wasn't giving her the endurance she usually enjoyed. She groaned as she slowly rose to hands and knees at Abner's feet, feeling achy and humiliated. Then Abner stepped on her hands, one foot atop each hand, pinning her quite effectively to the floor.

"Ouch! You're hurting my hands," she cried. Then Abner reached down and removed her power belt. "Great Liberty, he de-powered me!" She glanced back over her shoulder as Harvey joined them. "I'm helpless and at my enemies' mercy again."

"This is why you are the poster girl for SHIT_Happens, Americana," Abner said, and both men laughed. Abner and Harvey each pulled out a pistol. "No belt, no protection from bullets. We do in-depth research into all of our most popular super heroines. We know all of your strengths and weaknesses."

Baby blues wide, she stared up into his leering, chubby face. Then Harvey started stroking and petting her shapely ass. She nervously glanced over her shoulder.

"You're going to be a good SHIT now, aren't you, Ms Americana?" Harvey said.

"You won't get away with this," she said, baby blues growing wider as her body began to change. Ms Americana knew what was coming next. No one had ever captured her and not fucked her stupid first thing. Criminals just couldn't keep their hands off her spectacular body, or keep their dicks out of her body. "You have me now, and can make me play your kinky little sex games, but I always escape, and I'll get my revenge."

"You so funny," Abner said. He grabbed a big handful of silky black hair, and forced her to crawl into the living room. Abner and Harvey put on masks, and then forced her up onto the coffee table, on all fours. Abner used a remote to turn on hidden cameras and a stereo. ZZ Top's Gimme All Your Lovin' started paying. "Cameras are recording…now. Ms Americana, dance for us."

"Make it sexy, or else," Harvey commanded.

The voluptuous super vixen just gawked at them wide-eyed a long moment. Surely she heard them wrong. She was a respected super heroine, not a bimbo stripper. Ms Americana had self-respect. Dignity. PRIDE.

CLICK.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," Harvey said, eyes narrowed and aiming his pistol at her chest.

Ms Americana's jaw dropped. She placed a red-gloved hand over her racing heart. He wasn't joking. They expected her to DANCE. Like a cheap slutty stripper.

"Due to your own overweening arrogance and stupidity, Ms Americana, you have been defeated in battle and captured," Abner said. "Now you must pay the price of your incompetence. Dance, or die."

"SHIT happens to dumb heroines," Harvey sneered. "Dance."

"Great Liberty, they are forcing me to participate in my own humiliation!"

Feeling her beautiful, masked face heat up, the vivacious vigilante bit her lower lip and raised her hands, and started to gyrate before the two horny geeks, and their cameras. It wasn't her first, or second, or even her twentieth dance for men. She'd been forced to do a lot of things in her long storied career, and stripping was second only to blow jobs.

"We know sex is your poison of choice, Ms Americana. You cannot handle sex without submitting body and soul," Abner sneered. "I have a theory, that even the possibility of sex will unravel your fragile little mind, and if you get horny, whoa baby, watch out."

"Does your mother know what you do?"

"We're going to fuck you, Americana. Long and hard, over and over and over again, until your brain is mush and your body is only here to please," Abner said. "Think about that while you dance. Think about how you will feel while being fucked, live on the internet."

"We're live?"

"It's a live feed, baby," Harvey said. "Make it pretty, or we'll make it very, very ugly."

For a second she couldn't breath. Humiliation consumed her, firing up all of her emotions good and bad. Her spectacular body reacted profoundly, as it usually did in times like this. But the music was playing, and she was kinda sorta dancing to it.

<I have to concentrate on the song, the dance,> she thought desperately. <If I keep thinking about sex, I'm a gonner.>

It took the sexy Queen of Justice all of twenty seconds to get the rhythm of the song down, and find her dancing feet. Her belly started to tingle, as did her jostling tits. She felt her twat moisten, and then get very wet. She had to fight the urge to touch herself. Ms Americana didn't realize that the two geeks were grinning so wickedly because most of her dance moves were extremely sexual, gyrating and swaying like she was already having sex. By the end of the song the hyper horny heroine had lost her thong bottoms and was putting on a great show.

The second song was Donna Summer's disco ballad, "Love To Love You, Baby."

Harvey and Abner stood up, to either side of her, and started running their hands all over her voluptuous body. They fondled and caressed her tits, ass and pussy, driving her wild. Soon she was making tiny animal noises as she moved, dancing to that insidious sex song. Soon her overheated body began to sweat, making her curvaceous body shiny.

Ms Americana fell to her knees early into the song, a hungry look filling her face. Harvey stepped before her face and unzipped. She looked at his cock with a tight throat, then licked her full red lips when he pointed at it. The super sexy super heroine knew what he wanted. She had no choice, but still hesitated. The oversexed super heroine knew that once lips met cock, it was over. She would totally lose herself in nothing flat. It was curse, her greatest shame.

Abner chose that moment to reached between her legs, and start rubbing her sopping wet pussy. She gasped as his insidious fingers slipped between her swollen, tingling pussy lips. It felt like a jolt of pure pleasure shoot through her body as his finger slid up her slick slit. Ms Americana groaned wantonly, pushing against his hand as intense heat flooded her receptive body.

Harvey laughed, grabbed a fistful of silky black hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Full red lips parted, wrapped around his cock and started sliding down his shaft. He didn't have to do anything but give her the opportunity.

"Mmmmmggghh," Ms Americana moaned as she swallowed his cock, while stroking his hairy balls. His hands in her hair felt divine. Then Abner pushed his cock deep into her butt. "UUuuuuuuggghhh."

"This major SHIT is getting the SHIT fucked out of her," Abner said, and laughed. "Damn, I thought you fucked her ass last night? She's tight as hell again."

"Dude, you know how fast super heroine recover," he said, then grunted. He was so close, but wanted to hold out longer and enjoy all she was doing. "I swear, this skanky SHIT is a hundred times better at sucking dick that any hooker I paid for. Man, you have got to make her suck you off!" His eyes widened, and he started pounding his cock harder, faster, then shoved it all the way in, forcing her to deep throat him. "I'm coming! I'm…..aaaaaaaggghhhhh! Yes! Suck it all down, Americana. Swallow, baby, swallow my CUM."

The sexy super heroine did as told, mindlessly. What little self-control she still possessed was trying to fend off a monster climax. She recognized a slap-down climax when she felt it. Her defenses were being battered down by Abner's cock, pounding her senseless, literally. Just thinking about it aroused her even more, and Harvey creaming her mouth didn't help; indeed, she almost lost it when he did.

"Lick me clean, Americana," Harvey commanded, tapping her atop the head. "And spend a little extra time licking and sucking on my big, sweaty balls, baby."

He forgot to mention hairy. His dick was easy to lick clean, but Ms Americana quickly realized that his balls would take more concentration and effort than she could afford. If she diverted some of her dwindling concentration to his balls, there wouldn't be enough to hold off the climax.

"I said, lick my balls," Harvey said, more forcefully.

"Great Liberty," she groaned, and stuck out tongue to pull in his balls. As her lips wrapped around a hairy ball, sucking it into her mouth, she felt her defenses crumble into nothing. She threw back her head and screamed as a powerful orgasm consumed her luscious body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Holy shit! Aaagghh!" Abner cried, creaming her ass.

"Oh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried.

Ms Americana, her world spinning dizzily, licked and sucked Harvey's balls clean while Abner slowly pumped in and out of her ass hole, enjoying the lesser climaxes after the big one and pumping a bit more cum into her butt. Then the geeks switched places.

"Oh no! You cock is too nasty!" Then Harvey shoved his cock up her aching, tingling pussy. "Aaaaaaaagghhhh! Mmmggghhh!"

Yep, her scream allowed Abner to plow into her mouth. He laughed as she gagged, eyes crossed. But in no time she was lost in sexual la-la land. While Harvey plowed her fertile valley, Ms Americana slurped hungrily at Abner's pole. And the best part was, it was all caught on tape. Really, their first live feed.

"SHIT happens, heh, Ms A?" Abner said, smirking. Her eyes opened and those beautiful baby blues rose up to his face. He laughed to see her eyes glazed over, Ms Americana utterly lost in debauchery. He pulled out and turned her face so their audience could see the look in her eyes. Then he let her continue sucking him off. "This will be a classic super heroine porn video, partner."

"Mmmmmmmgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana groaned, climaxing.

"Oh my….uugghh….when she climaxes her pussy VIBRATES, man," Harvey said. "I can't hold…..uuuugggghhhh!" Ejaculating deep inside the sexy super heroine, Harvey completely emptied into her, then swatted her shapely butt. CRACK! "Take that, Ms Ameri-SHIT. And don't expect me to pay child support if you have my baby."

"That's too funny….oooohhhh, damn. I came, too," Abner said. "Oh well, time to wrap up this episode of Ms Americana's erotic theatre."

Abner picked up a remote, and turned off the live feed. The cameras were still running and recording, but it was for later distribution. Maybe a lot later.

"We're going to let you go now, Ms Americana," Abner said.

"What?" she was dizzy and confused.

"Yeah. We have to. You are our best source of erotic SHIT happenings," Harvey said. "If we destroyed you, we'd lose half of our future material."

"But, you do know who we are, so you will continue to try and stop us, and that is unacceptable," Abner said. He reached down and pulled off her mask.

"Great Liberty, I've been unmasked!"

"On camera, no less," Abner said, pointing out each of the cameras in the room. She looked at each one with wild baby blue eyes. As she did it, she realized she was giving their camera's perfect pictures of her exposed face. "We'll keep this tape nice and secure, as long as you leave us alone."

"Yep, if you try to take us down, or even get one of your super heroine sisters to come after us, then this tape will be posted and everyone will know your secret identity," Harvey said. "So, go out and gave super heroine luck, give us lots of SHIT footage and forget all about us."

"Or else," Abner said.

"Oh, you monsters!"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes," she said softly, dropping her eyes. Goddess! How mad they made her. They were going to get away with everything.

"Good decision, BRENDA WADE," Abner said, laughing at her cringe.

"And don't be surprised if you get a call from one of us every so often, commanding you to come over for a little fuck fest," Harvey said. "We'll tell you if we want you as Brenda or Ms Americana."

"Don't even think about refusing, either," Abner said.

"You're going to blackmail me?"

"Hey, SHIT happens," they said in unison.

Ms Americana was stripped completely. They even took her choker and earrings. Then they drove her to the middle of Sugar Town and dumped her.

"Hey! Is that Brenda Wade NAKED?" Harvey cried, and they drove away.

"Eeeks!" Brenda cried, and took off running.

"Wahoo! Brenda Wade naked! Get her, boys!"

Abner and Harvey followed at a discrete distance. Brenda surprised them, and made it a whole three blocks before they caught her. For an hour they watched the street people -- pimps, pushers, johns and some hookers -- ream out every orifice of her sexy body. They then held an impromptu auction, and Brenda was sold to a peepshow that specialized in lesbian sex shows -- La Puss-N-Boots.

Three months later….

"Hey, Abner," Harvey said, arriving at work. They shared an office, with two desks. One wall held all of their trophies and awards. Their greatest prize was centered on that wall, a hanging display of Ms Americana's complete costume - tiara, mask, earrings and choker, strapless top, thong bottoms, red gauntlet gloves and red stiletto calf boots.

"Hey, Harvey. Check it out, Ms Americana is at it again," Abner said, grinning.

Brenda had worked at La Puss-N-Boots for a week before escaping. A week later Ms Americana made her first post-capture appearance. Frustratingly, she had avoided capture ever since. Until now.

"Really? Sweet," Harvey said, pulling up their site and going to the Ms Americana section. "Oh my God! She's not captured, is she?"

"No, she's not. Someone hit her with Ultra Bliss, and she if fucking everyone she can find," Abner said. "They gassed Lady Midnight, Got Gal and Azure Angel, too. We got a dozen new amateur videos up on all of them, and I expect more to come."

"Some one gassed them with Ultra Bliss? Sweet."

"Yeah, SHIT happens, my friend." He looked back at his monitor, at Ms Americana going down on Lady Midnight atop a red sports car in downtown Delta City. They were 69ing each other like blissed out wildcats. "I love my job."

THE END