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MS AMERICANA: SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS

By Dark One

Brenda Wade moved about the crowded ballroom, speaking with friends, business and social acquaintances. These big, extravagant charity balls were mostly for networking with their peers. Everyone who was anyone was there. Friends, enemies, associates and rivals. It was just as important to be seen speaking to the right people as it was to actually speak to them.

Image was everything.

Brenda was the Belle of the Ball, as usual. She gave the most to charity. She was active in civil affairs, being the driving force behind most of the city's initiatives to clean up red light districts or give facelifts to older residential neighborhoods or create and finance after school projects for disadvantaged children. She was there.

She told everyone, it was a Social Obligation.

That night she bedazzled everyone in a scarlet Versace gown. Backless, it plunged dangerously deep to reveal cavernous cleavage. Her neck, ears and wrists were dripping in sparkling diamonds, while her waist length silky black mane was cascaded over milky shoulders and down to the small of her back.

Lydia wore an electric blue bustier gown, with a daring slit up her left leg. Like her guardian, the gorgeous blonde was dripping in diamonds.

"Whew!" Lydia said, fanning herself as she came up to Brenda. "This is the best ball yet this year. The music is killer! DJ MixMaster D is the best DJ I've ever heard."

"I'm glad you're having fun," Brenda said, smiling indulgently at her sexy nineteen year old ward. Then her ward's beautiful face screwed up in distaste. Following her line of sight, Brenda spotted something to make her crinkle her perfect nose as well. Her chief adversary in business, politics and society was gorging himself at the buffet. As usual. "Ugh. Big Daddy is certainly outdoing himself tonight."

Amon "Big Daddy" Vanderholm was the richest man in the state. A multi-multi-billionaire industrialist. One of the richest men in the country, as well. He made things happen, and they were usually not good for the environment. Every year he was listed as one of the worse, if not the worst, polluter in the country. His entire career was a rap sheet of one environmental crime after another. Nothing to get arrested over, but he'd paid out over a billion dollars in fines in his life.

True to his name, Big Daddy was big. Huge. Obese to the max. He was in his early sixties, with thin dark hair and massive jowls. He didn't walk so much as waddle. But he didn't need to walk much. He had people for that. Unlike Brenda, he felt the need for an entourage, complete with simpering sycophants and brutish bodyguards.

Next to Big Daddy at the buffet table was his wife of seventeen years, Ashley. Seventeen years ago she was his trophy wife, fresh out of High School. She was a classmate of Brenda's, and her most bitter rival in Junior High and High School. They each spent many hours plotting each other's social demise. Neither was completely successful, but in the end Brenda was generally agreed to have come out on top. For one, she was a filthy rich socialite in her own right. Ashley came from modest means, but fixed that by marrying the only person in the state richer than Brenda. It didn't matter that he was twice her age and had cast aside his first wife for her with barely a thought or regret.

Ashley was tall, blonde and shapely, but her large bosom was due to expert surgery, not nature. A fact Brenda ensured everyone knew. Normally, she wasn’t that petty, but Ashley was cut from the same bolt as Big Daddy. Neither had a socially conscious or caring bone in their body. All they were about was greed, more and more money and power. If not for Brenda's ceaseless and vigilant stand against everything Big Daddy proposed, or had one of his cronies propose, Delta City would be a cesspit morally and environmentally.

She saw herself at the paladin in silvery armor guarding the gates of the city against Big Daddy's barbarian hordes. And quite a few people shared that opinion, and stood shoulder to shoulder to her in public and private. But she was their moral backbone. Without her, they would crumble and submit to Big Daddy's indomitable will and power.

Brenda walked over and stared at the filthy rich pair in disgust. Lydia stood beside her, shaking her head woefully. Such a terrible display of gluttony and greed.

"Are you going to leave anything for the rest of us?" Brenda said, loud enough for her voice to carry above the thumping dance music. "You're going through those jumbo shrimp like your lumberjacks through a virgin forest. Not leaving ANYTHING behind."

"Ah, do I hear the whine of the North American Goodie-two-shoe?" Big Daddy said, holding a hand cupped to his ear. He turned around and acted surprised to see Brenda and Lydia standing there, their arms crossed beneath their large breasts. "Oh, my, I was right. Brenda! So good to see you. Have you gained weight?"

Brenda glared daggers at the vile old man. He grinned at her and stuffed three more jumbo shrimp into his mouth. All at once. Ashley, standing next to her man, regarded Brenda coolly. Each woman took the half heart beat to analyze the other's clothes, accessories and jewelry, and made the all important comparison to what she was wearing. Ashley seemed pleased by her assessment, but Brenda would disagree.

Ashley's designer gown was exquisite, but wasn’t custom tailored for her by Versace. Her shoes were great, but they were not Jimmy Choo's NEXT years design. She did wear more diamonds that Brenda, but the statuesque raven-maned beauty thought her blonde rival's jewelry crossed the line into garish. In a word, Ashley was trying too hard.

"I heard you started a petition today to stop Big Daddy's mining company from operating the proposed site off Interstate 369," Robert Hedges said. He was an old friend and dedicated supporter of Big Daddy. They were partners on many of Big Daddy's most notorious endeavors. "I'm not surprised, but usually you don't get your own perfectly manicured hands dirty like that."

Brenda raised a perfectly plucked brow at his audacity. What he said, though, was basically true. She had intermediaries start up and run most of the petitions and other grass roots campaigns, with lots of support from her. But it wasn't like anyone didn't know it was her behind it. Brenda didn't hide behind anyone. But this particular case concerned her personally on a very personal level.

"Big Daddy is not going to dig up my land just because he has mineral rights," Brenda said. "That was my father's weekend retreat and hunting lodge. My God, it is all old growth forest as well. You want to destroy all of that for COAL? Coal is the filthiest burning carbon-based fuel source we have."

"Is that the only reason?" Ashley asked, blue eyes all big and innocent.

"You know it isn't," Brenda growled. "You bought the mineral rights ONLY so you could destroy something that you know I love and cherish. You're only doing this to hurt me."

"And I hope you cry yourself to sleep every night, too," Ashley sneered. "We're going to hurt you. Hurt you badly, and even make a profit doing it."

"How dare you speak to Brenda like that!" Lydia cried, stepping forward, fists clenched. For a second, Brenda feared Lydia would cold-cock the beautiful, but surgically enhanced socialite. That would get the social busy bodies to yammering for months on end. But when Lydia stepped up close, Ashley surprised them by sweeping her arm around and pushing Lydia into and atop the buffet table. "Eeks!"

The contents of the table came crashing down atop poor Lydia, the glasses and plates and platters battered her shapely body, while their contents slathered her with shrimp, sauces and wine. Big Daddy's entourage broke up laughing, as did Big Daddy and Ashley. Brenda went ballistic.

"How dare you!" Brenda cried, and slapped Ashley with all of her considerable strength.

Crack!

"Aaiiie!" Ashley cried, spun around and tripping atop the table as well.

"Ashley! My Dove!" Big Daddy cried, then punched Brenda in the side.

"Ooff," Brenda grunted.

He wasn't particularly strong, but he had a lot of weight behind his punches. And she wasn't wearing her power belt, so was vulnerable to the physical strength of men. But still, she had little concern that Big Daddy could defeat her in a fair fight, so she turned on him and prepared to punch his lights out. But his big, burly bodyguard, Homer, stepped between them. Homer didn't hesitate. He grinned cruelly, and drove a powerful punch up into her belly.

"Uuugghh!" Brenda grunted, doubled up around his fist.

"Hold her steady," Big Daddy said, as the screams started. Brenda looked up, glassy-eyed, still bend over Homer's fist and unable to breathe yet. Big Daddy stepped up, and slammed a brutal upper cut into her beautiful face. "Take that, bitch!"

Brenda's whole body straightened out, went ridge and she fell straight back, arms flying out to the sides. Homer promptly kicked the drop dead gorgeous socialite right between the legs, managing to strike her super sensitive clit. Lydia suddenly was beside him, and kicked him between the legs. Homer doubled up and fell to his knees.

Big Daddy backhanded Lydia, sending her stumbling away. She tripped over Brenda and crashed atop one of the dining tables. Brenda crawled to her knees and gawked at Lydia, cursing and groining miserably. Then she turned blazing baby blues on Big Daddy. The rotund billionaire was helping his cursing, food and wine stained wife up.

Brenda leapt to her feet, spotted Homer kneeling there, and kicked him between the eyes. Then she charged Big Daddy and Ashley. She punched Big Daddy in the kidney. He screamed and turned on her, whereupon she punched him in the throat. Gagging and coughing, he fell back upon the knocked down buffet table.

Ashley cried out in rage and punched Brenda in the throat. Then she grabbed, and RIPPED off Brenda fabulously expensive Versace gown, leaving the beautiful billionaire in nothing but her thong panties. The dress was too daring to wear a bra.

Outraged, Brenda cocked her fist back to punch out Ashley's lights. But another bodyguard grabbed her wrist. Then Robert Hedges grabbed her other wrist. Brenda struggled to break free of the two grinning men as Ashley stepped up with a smug smile.

"You always were a holier-than-thou bitch, Brenda. I enjoyed slapping you down in High School, I'll enjoy it more tonight," Ashley said. She reached down and ripped off Brenda's thong panties. The beautiful blonde kneed Brenda in the pussy, then in the belly. "You're going down, Brenda. For once and for all, we're going to destroy you."

Brenda looked to her right. Lydia was also held between two of the Vanderholm entourage, while an third ripped her expensive gown off and started beating her with fists and knees. Then Homer was in front of Brenda, looking very pissed.

"Oh no," she whispered.

"Oh, yes," Homer growled, and slammed an unmerciful fist into her belly.

"Uuughh!"

And another one.

"Uughh!" Brenda grunted, feeling herself starting to slip away. Her voice was weak and pathetic. "Help…me."

Homer laughed at her, grabbed her face in both hands, and head butted her. White and black flashed behind her eyes, light and darkness. Her knees buckled and all strength left her arms and legs. Her head lolled around, with no strength in her neck to even lift it.

"Ha ha!" Big Daddy crowed. "Knocked the wind out of her sail with that, Homer! Well done, my man."

Ashley grabbed Brenda by the hair and lifted her head. Her old rival was barely conscious. It was quite a heady site to see the proud and haughty Brenda Wade reduced to a helpless girl, beaten and battered before the world. All of her important, influential friends and associates watched Brenda's beating. Delta City high society realized there was a new sheriff in town.

"Whore!" Ashley snarl, spit dead in her face, then ripped off her diamond necklace to scatter diamonds all over the floor.

"Please….mercy," Brenda begged pathetically.

Ashley grinned triumphantly. She saw even some of Brenda's supporters were shaking their heads woefully. Such a loser. So Ashley pounded her knee into Brenda's pussy and belly until she passed out. The beautiful blonde finished off her raven-maned rival with brutal efficency.

“They're done,” Ashley said, after glancing over at Lydia. The annoyingly perky blonde hung limply in the arms of her boys just like her guardian, Brenda. “Dispose of this trash, Homer.”

“My pleasure, Mrs. Vanderholm,” Homer said. He motioned to the men of the Vanderholm entourage holding the two lovely ladies. “Come on, boys, let’s take them out back. Wouldn’t want the paparazzi to catch them in their nakedness, now would we?”

Homer led them through the crowded ballroom, dragging Brenda and Lydia between them. No one moved to stop them, or even question their intentions. Indeed, mostly they just wanted to get a look at the beaten and stripped socialites.

They did make one stop before leaving the ballroom, and that was at the bar to pick up a fifth of vodka. The bartender grinned at them as he handed over the potent spirits. He looked like he really wanted to join them.

In the dark service corridor between the ballroom and the kitchens, Homer stopped his little troupe. He went up to Brenda first, jerked her head back brutally, and upended the bottle of vodka into her mouth. In fact, he shoved it down so that the bottle neck was thrust down into her throat. The dazed beauty had no choice but to swallow. And he emptied a good third of the bottle down her throat, then doused her hair and naked body liberally with vodka.

Then he repeated with Lydia. After that, both socialites reeked of alcohol and would wake up soused. Then, to add insult to injury, he pulled a medicine bottle from his coat pocket, pulled out two pills and shoved one down each of their throats.

“Oh, boy, these bitches are mixing alcohol with the drug Ecstasy? Wow, I would’ve never expected that of those two stuck up, holier-than-thou women.”

Brenda and Lydia were dragged through the kitchen and out into the alley behind the hotel. All activity in the kitchen stopped and those men just gawked at them. Homer ignored them.

Once out in the alley, Homer had the now drugged out and drunk duo dumped next to a trash dumpster. Six homeless men, looking filthy and ragged and old, were scavenging food there.

“Hookers,” Homer said. The homeless men all perked up at that pronouncement. More than a few licked their lips as they looked over the tasty morsels set before them, all naked and ready for action. “All fucked, drugged and drunk. The high and mighty of society are finished with them. You boys can have the leftovers if you want. Enjoy.”

“Really?” a toothless bum of about sixty hard years said, dark eyes bright with lust. “They look rich, what's with all them diamonds and all.”

“Costume jewelry,” Homer said, shrugging. “But they are both extremely high priced call girls. I mean quality with a capital Q.”

“Shut yar whining, Hank,” a skinny black man said, starting to fondling Lydia’s 36Ds. “The nice man just gave us some high class nookie to wet our dicks inside. Thank the man and let’s get started.”

“Yep, you listen up to Bud,” a fat white man said. He looked to be in his twenties, but also one of the most destitute of them all. He was rubbing Brenda’s cunt with one hand and squeezing a titanic tit with the other. He sniffed her neck, then kissed her nipple, and finally stuck his nose down between her shapely legs. “I’m tired of crack ho pussy, it’s all stretched out and stanky. This whore is perfumed up pretty. And her pussy is perfumed, too.”

“Dave’s right, this little blonde smells right purty, too,” Bud said, dropping his pants and pulling out an erect cock. Homer smiled as Bud pushed his little-used big black cock deep into Lydia’s bubblegum pink pussy. The sexy blonde coed socialite groaned and arched her back sexily. “Oh, this whore liked that.”

Lydia’s big blue eyes popped open, her glossy pink lips parted ever so slightly and she sighed with pleasure. Then her exquisitely manicured hands clutched at Bud’s sides as her knees came up and spread even wider.

Homer laughed. He knew she was a slut. She had that look.

“Ooohhh,” Brenda groaned. “Oh, my…ooooohh.”

Dave was well mounted on the beautiful, well-endowed billionaire babe. His bearded face was buried in her 44DDs while his hands fondled them, and he was happily humping her hard and fast.

Homer laughed as Brenda’s back arched and her long, shapely legs wrapped around Dave’s waist. She entwined her long, delicate finger into Dave’s hair, groaning wantonly. The Vanderholm bodyguard turned and left.

As they returned to the ball, Homer asked one of the entourage that helped him to go out front, and casually let it be known that Brenda and Lydia were boozing and drugging it up, and seducing the men wantonly. But when Brenda hit on Big Daddy, and wouldn’t take no for an answer, Ashley stepped in and Brenda and Lydia attacked her. Fortunately, her bodyguards saved her, and Brenda was sent on her way.

Last seen, both Brenda and Lydia were chasing a waiter out the back door. God only knows what they were doing out back, behind the hotel. Homer was sure the press and paparazzi would take it from there. The other men of the entourage smiled with malicious glee.

Meanwhile, back in the alley…

“Ooh,” she groaned. Brenda started fucking Dave back. “Oooh, what is happening?”

She was all tingly and dizzy. Butterflies were partying in her belly, and a liquidy heat she loved and dreaded was burning in her pussy and deep, lower belly.

“We’re taking our turn, whore,” Dave said.

Brenda didn’t understand it, but she was on her back getting banged in a major way. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on anything. She felt so good and bad at the same time. She ached all over, her head was pounding with a terrible headache, and on top of that, she was obviously outside somewhere, with a stranger between her legs.

The last thing she remembered was fighting with Ashley, and then the wicked blonde’s bodyguard started beating her up. It was obviously now that she was beaten unconscious, but who and why was this man fucking her?

<They drugged me or something,> Brenda thought. She’d been drunk a few times, and remembered the feeling. Somehow, this was worse. <Bastards.>

Looking to her right, she saw Lydia on hands and knees, taking it doggie-style and sucking another man in front of her. Then she realized they were both being molested and fucked by homeless bums. BUMS!

That revelation sent her heart to hammering, and she lost control of her libido and the liquid heat threatening her statuesque body suddenly surged, pushing her to the brink of orgasm within seconds. She struggled to regain her self-control, but then a very large Hispanic bum moved above her face, and pulled out his cock. The stench of his unwashed privates enveloped her, making her already dizzy mind reel even more. And she lost it.

“Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! Oh, Great Lib….Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee!”

Lydia screamed then, “Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee!”

A few seconds later, Dave emptied his balls inside her. Another climax claimed the billionaire babe. She heard the men fucking Lydia laugh when Lydia climaxed three times in quick succession, making Brenda wonder what they did to cause her sexy ward to respond so profoundly.

But then Brenda had her own problems. The Hispanic man pressed his dick to her glossy red lips. He was quiet insistent, too. Brenda couldn’t understand why he wanted her to suck him so bad, and tried to tell him NO in no uncertain terms. But when she opened her mouth, he thrust deep inside.

"Uuummmm!" she protested uselessly.

He started pumping, and his sweaty ball sack started slapping her between the eyes. Being face-fucked upside down like that meant she got a faceful of scrotum with every thrust. He then started to squeeze her huge tits and pinch her erect nipples. Pinch them hard.

“Mmmmmm!” she cried. Then another bum, an ancient, white hair man with hardly a tooth in his head crawled between her legs and unzipped. Seconds later, she was impaled on another cock. It was a big one. Felt like a baseball bat was shoved up her vagina. “Uuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”

Hank laughed. He usually got that reaction from the few whores that would even let him fuck them. His cock was only eight inches long, but it was super thick. It hurt the sleaziest of crack whores. That uptown call girl was in for a treat, whether she liked it or not.

Brenda’s already overheated body quickly adjusted to her newest lover, and in no time she felt like she was in heaven. Her drug and vodka addled mind soon forgot she didn’t want to have sex, and she started sucking and fucking with all she had.

It was GLORIOUS!

"Oh, man, this bitch is sucking me like crazy, man," the Hispanic man cried.

"Can't be any better than this tight pussy, Hector," Hank groaned.

The two men split her tits. Hank claimed one and began nibbling her nipple while squeezing the big fat tit. There was no talent or art to Hank's use of her body, he was a desperate man trying to squeeze out as much pleasure as possible in the short time he knew he had. Her pleasure, much less her comfort, was no concern of his.

Hector displayed a bit, a tiny bit at that, more talent. Not enough to make a difference for her. But it didn't matter. Their activities were driving her mad, crazy with desire and need. The drugs and alcohol made if difficult to remember she didn't want to have sex, didn't want to climax. So she lost control early on, and it was with almost morbid fascination that she felt her body rise up to the brink of climax, then jump over the edge with both feet.

"UUuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she screamed around Hector's cock.

"Man!" Hector cried. "I knew she was digging ….uh…this…Oh, yes!"

And Hector flooded her eager, slurping mouth with hot cum. Then Hank exploded deep inside her a few moments later. Both men kept pumping in and out of her body, long after they came, just enjoying the feel of being inside a woman again.

After Hank and Hector pulled out, Brenda was lifted up and impaled on a big black man’s cock as he laid on the concrete. Brenda started riding that sweet cock with all she had without prompting. She was having the time of her life when the flashbulbs started strobbing all around her.

“It’s Brenda! Brenda fucking Wade! Yes! Yes!” one photographer kept shouting with supreme pleasure. “Wow, look at her go!”

"Money shot!" another cried.

"Cha-ching!" another cried.

Brenda glanced over at the crowd of men and women gawking, taking photos and video, and didn’t really understand. She understood it wasn't necessarily good, but that cock was damned good. She kept riding. Then another bum came up and offered his cock, and Brenda took it in hand and began licking it.

"Holy shit!" someone cried.

Brenda and Lydia kept right on fucking their men, not really understanding what was happening. That went on for over forty minutes, until a pair of cops arrived. Next thing the lovely ladies knew they were handcuffed and being stuffed into a squad car.

# # #

Ms Americana seethed at she glared daggers at the sprawling Vanderholm Mansion. Because of Big Daddy and Ashley, she and Lydia had suffered the most humiliating two months of their lives.

Upon being arrested, Brenda and Lydia had each been brought up on charges: Assault and battery of Big Daddy and Ashley, drug possession for Ecstasy, indecency in public, performing lewd acts in public and public intoxication. Of course, the pictures and video of them having sex with six homeless men was splashed across the newspapers, newsmagazines, scandal sheets and television, and of course, the internet porn sites. Brenda and Lydia were internet porn stars now.

To heap insult upon injury, Ashley and Big Daddy pressed charges. The new DA was their man, who Brenda had actively campaigned against, so he was no help, despite Angela Grier doing all she could. In the end, neither the DA nor Brenda’s team of lawyers could be confident of victory, so Big Daddy and Ashley brokered a deal.

Brenda and Lydia plead guilty to assault and battery, drug possession with the intent to use, and all other charges, too….for ten years probation, and time served. That made them officially convicted felons. Neither of them could ever vote again. As Ashley said, they were second class citizens. They were admitted criminals -- FELONS.

In addition, Ashley viciously forced them to go on TV, and publicly apologize for being ALCOHOLICS and drug abusers. Oh, that hurt the most. Brenda Wade, legendary crusader AGAINST drug and alcohol use and abuse, had to lie about being an alcohol abuser and a drug addict. A lifetime’s good work, gone, washed away like it was nothing.

Ashley’s ultimate revenge come true.

On the day Brenda entered rehab for thirty days, the Vanderholms had a big party at their mansion. All of their friends, and Brenda’s enemies, celebrated her downfall.

In the meantime, Wade Enterprises stock value plummeted. Brenda’s net worth went from five billion to two hundred million overnight. She was ousted as Chairperson of the Board and CEO.

The Vanderholms had timed it so they began the strip mining operations on Brenda’s property on the day she was released from rehab. So the first thing she saw upon arriving at home was huge earth moving machines raping the land she loved so much. They had already torn down the barn and outbuildings at the back of her property, and were starting to dig down to coal. One half of Wade Manor grounds would be lost to Big Daddy’s strip mine. Big Daddy had decided to headquarter and start the mining operation in her backyard. When she looked out of her bedroom window she would see the massive scar of a strip mine instead of the manicured lawns and forest she’d always seen before.

After a month in rehab, she and Lydia were out and back at Wade Manor. They’d spend the past week apologizing all over again, humbling themselves to any and everyone. All PR to get back in the public’s good graces. Big Daddy and Ashley had been riding roughshod over the city since the disaster at the ball, with no one to stop them since her public demise.

That had to change.

It felt good to be in her Ms Americana costume again. It had been almost three months since Ms Americana had been seen in public, long before the charity ball slap down of Brenda. Fortunately, no one made the connection. The red, white and blue, stars and stripes costume was legendary. After so long in rehab, she kinda had to get used to the five inch stilettos again. The feel of the mask on her face and the power belt around her narrow waist, resting atop her well rounded hips, was incredibly comforting.

Flag Girl starting smacking her right fist into her left palm as she glared at the mansion. She was especially eager to get revenge. Poor Lydia contracted a sexually transmitted disease from the bums fucking her behind the hotel. Actually, she caught two: syphilis and gonorrhea. She was understandable very pissed. After all, Lydia had been a very good girl, and a virgin, up to that night of horror and humiliation.

“Easy does it, my faithful sidekick,” Ms Americana said. “Soon, we will begin to right all the wrongs perpetrated upon us by those evil people. Starting today.”

Flag Girl was in her stars and stripes inspired costume as well. Her golden pigtails, so soft and silky, bounced brightly in the moonlight. Her masked face intent on their target.

“It looks like everyone has left,” she said. “I think we can go in now.”

“Yes,” Ms Americana said. Most of the mansion’s downstairs lights were off, and a new set of lights upstairs had come on. Obviously the master suite. “Let’s go straighten those two out, for once and all.”

The two costumed crusaders moved quickly, but stealthily through the night shadows of the vast Vanderholm Mansion grounds. From their observations over the past five hours, they'd noticed all of the staff and security people used the same side door. So that was the most likely door not to be alarmed. Then as they reached it, luck was on their side. Homer and another bodyguard came out, laughing and joking.

"Hello, boys," Ms Americana said in her deepest, most commanding voice.

The two bodyguards gawked a long second, then charged them. Ms Americana took that as admission of guilt. Innocent men did not attack super heroines on sight. Of course, she knew for a fact neither man was innocent. Both had been involved in hers and Lydia's ass whipping. Homer, as head bodyguard, likely was the one directly responsible for the two women being given to the homeless men.

Ms Americana was much faster, and enormously stronger than her alter ego, Brenda Wade. She easily blocked his punch, seized the wrist of that arm, and tossed him over her shoulder. He landed hard, with a loud grunt, but was immediately back on his feet. His cohort, which Flag Girl had tossed next to him, came right back up as well.

"See how desperately they fight, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said, smiling smugly. "And they attacked us without hesitation. Only a criminal would assault a pair of super heroines without a word spoken. They are guilty as sin, and know it."

"You have nothing on us, Ms Americana," Homer said, seething but unsure what to do. He kept looking at the open door. She suspected he wanted to get inside so he could warn his evil masters. "We admit nothing."

"Not even to beating and abusing Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills?"

"Is that what this is about?" he said, and laughed. "You're a day late and a dollar short, Ms Americana. Big Daddy and Ashley have those two busybodies all tied up, and put to rest."

"Yeah, they are completely humbled and cowed, so won't be bothering anyone ever again," Danny said, the other bodyguard.

Both of the super heroines' eyes flashed blue fire at the laughing bodyguards.

"It's not that easy to cow superior women like Ms Wade and Ms Wills," Ms Americana said. Her baby blues narrowed and she took a step towards the bodyguards. "I suspect you two might have had something to do with how my friends ended up in that alley, inexplicable drunk and messed up on Ecstasy, when we all know both women are teetotalers and drug free."

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in….Ugh!" Homer began, before Ms Americana kicked him in the chin. Then she rushed in and pounded her fist deep into his belly, doubling him up around that fist. Then she hit him in the belly again, and again. "See how you like it, miscreant."

"No!" Danny cried, and sent a roundhouse into the side of Ms Americana's head.

"Ugh," she said, and fell back.

He pursued, intent on taking her down fast. Super heroines in general, and Ms Americana in particular, had well deserved reputations for being able to take a lot of physical punishment, and for extremely fast recovery from injuries. But he was too intent on the reeling super heroine, for he forgot about her sexy sidekick.

"I don't think so, miscreant!" Flag Girl cried, appearing as if out of nowhere and flying through the air in a savage kick. Danny completely flipped in midair, and was unconscious before he was halfway though the flip. "Ha!"

"Well done, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said, as she rubbed the sore spot on the side of her head. The pain would go away after a moment or two. The gifts of her power belt were wonderful. "But they did do us a favor, and left the door open for us. We must remember to thank them later."

"Indeed!" Flag Girl agreed happily.

The sexy crime fighting crusaders dragged the unconscious bodyguards into the shrubs, then slipped inside and gently closed the door. Neither of them had ever been inside the Vanderholm Mansion, but Brenda had blue prints a friend had provided. They knew where the master suite was located, and how to get there.

Within minutes they were outside the master suite doors.

Ms Americana hesitated. Her heart hammered and it became hard to breathe. These were the people who had systematically disassembled her entire life. They had complete humiliated and hamstrung her politically, morally and economically. The good people of Delta City even respected them and their opinions more than "that lying hypocrite Brenda Wade."

Would charging in there just cause more trouble for Brenda and Lydia? Could she afford another run in with Big Daddy and his political cronies? Both the mayor and DA owed their jobs to his political machine. Two-thirds of the elected judges owed their positions to him, most of the nominated judges as well.

"Ms A? Is something the matter?" Flag Girl asked, eyeing her worriedly.

"No," Ms Americana said, shaking away the doubts. She, as Brenda, would deal with whatever Big Daddy tried to dish out. In fact, it could be her way to show her old friends and supporters she was still a power to reckon with. "Let's do this."

As one, they lifted a leg and kicked out. The double doors into the master suite exploded open. The sexy super heroines charged in and headed straight for the large bed. Big Daddy and Ashley were in bed, watching a nighttime talk show. Well, sort of. The TV was on, but the obese billionaire was sprawled out and groaning with pleasure as his sexy, shapely much younger wife lay beside him and gave him intense head.

Ms Americana pulled Big Daddy out of bed, Flag Girl dragged Ashley out. Big Daddy was only wearing a cotton night shirt, while Ashley wore nothing but a pair of red stiletto pumps and a red choker.

"So this is the couple that so abused poor Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills?" Ms Americana sneered, looking them over with disdain. "You violated every rule of decency and honesty."

"Yeah, you like abused and humiliated them in public," Lydia snarled.

Ms Americana took a step closer and jabbed a red gloved index finger into Big Daddy's chest, forcing him back two steps. Ashley clung to her husband's arm, blue eyes big in fear.

"You have NO respect for women! The way you treated Brenda and Lydia proves that," Ms Americana cried, and jabbed him in the chest again. "You are shameless and depraved, and should be in prison for all the crimes against nature you have committed."

"Hey, now, Ms Americana, my dealings with Brenda have met with both of our satisfaction," Big Daddy said. "After all, she ADMITTED to being addicted to Ecstasy and an alcoholic."

"What? You think anyone that knows her believes that drivel?" Ms Americana cried, now livid. She jabbed a finger into his chest again, "You both started that fight with us. YOU then had your bodyguards and sycophants beat and abuse us!"

"But…" Big Daddy tried to say.

"Yeah!" Flag Girl cried. "And they forced alcohol and drugs into them as they were helpless and unconscious."

"But…," he tried again, looking around covertly for a way to escape.

"And then, they GAVE us to a bunch of sleazy, skanky homeless men!"

"But….but….but…," Big Daddy stammered.

"No, calm down baby," Ashley soothingly. She smiled wickedly and stroked her husband's fat face. "It's all going to be fine. In fact, life just got better. Our victory is complete, beyond anything we ever dreamed possible."

"What kind of insanity is that?" Ms Americana said, taken aback by Ashley's complete turn around, from fear and dread to exultation and triumph. "Ashley, we're going to take you down."

"That's right, you are going down," Flag Girl said.

"Someone will be going down," Ashley said, "but it won't be us." Ashley stepped past her husband and stood toe to toe with Ms Americana and looked her over closely. "I don't know why I didn't see or hear it before tonight."

"Are you mad?" Ms Americana said.

"Are you?" Ashley said. "Brenda?"

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, stepping back with wide baby blue eyes.

"What?" Big Daddy said, confused.

"Didn't you hear her, darling? When describing what happened to Brenda and Lydia, Ms Americana whined about what we did her HER and Lydia, what we did to 'US', and said 'WE' a time or two, I think." She looked at Ms Americana and Flag Girl, both looking shocked and horrified. "Look at them standing side-by-side. Just like Brenda and Lydia. Listen to their voices. Again, Brenda and Lydia, just pitched a bit deeper."

"Oh my God," Big Daddy whispered, looking them over intently. "The blue eyes, the black hair, the huge tits, and the height! You're right, they are Brenda and Lydia."

"N-No, you're w-wrong," Ms Americana cried.

"Don't move," Ashley commanded imperiously.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl froze, eyes wide and shaking their heads NO.

Ms Americana couldn't believe she momentarily reverted back into her Brenda persona while confronting them about her own defilement and humiliation. It was going so well. They had Big Daddy and Ashley reeling, fearful, and might've gotten a confession or been about to

Homer and Danny rushed in at that moment. Ashley held up a hand and the two bodyguards stopped, seething and panting. Their hands were clenching and unclenching, and they couldn't take their eyes off Ms Americana and Flag Girl.

"Hold on a second, boys. These two super heroines and I have some minor business to conclude," Ashley said. Then she turned to Ms Americana with a smug smirk. "Hands up, babe."

"Oh, surely you don't expect us to surrender to you?"

"Expect? I insist," Ashley said, and laughed. "I know your deepest, darkest secret. You don't have a choice, Ms Ameri-twit. And you have no one to blame but your own stupid mouth. And to think, you used to call ME a brainless bimbo."

"I admit nothing," Ms Americana said. "That was an unfortunate slip of the tongue, which doesn't mean anything."

"Then tomorrow you and Flag Girl will meet with Brenda and Lydia in public," Ashley said. "For one and all to see?" She turned to her husband. "Darling, dial conference call 2. Let's get the word out as fast as possible, and see if Ms Ameri-bimbo and her sidebitch can prove us wrong."

"Good idea," Big Daddy said, reaching for the phone.

"NO!" Ms Americana cried, wild-eyed. She looked all around, at the angry body guards, at smug Ashley and at triumphant looking Big Daddy. As unbelievable as it seemed, it had gotten worse. Her throat tightened, her belly began to quiver and butterflies erupted. Blinking back tears, she raised her red gloved hands. "You w-won't get aw-way with this, Ashley."

Flag Girl groaned and raised her hands slowly as well, her blue eyes big as saucers as she stared at Ashley. But the most beautiful sight Ashley beheld, the vision that warmed her heart the most was Ms Americana's trembling red lips. She was truly striking fear and dread in her most hated rival's heart.

"Boys, did these two abuse you downstairs?"

"Yes they did, Mrs. Vanderholm," Homer snarled. Then he looked confused a moment. "What's going on?"

"I've defeated Ms Americana and Flag Girl," Ashley said. "Utter, humiliating defeat." She locked eyes with Ms Americana. "Homer step up close behind Ms Ameri-Cunt. Danny, you do the same behind Flag Twat."

The two hired muscle did as instructed. Ms Americana cut her eyes to the side, but was too afraid of meeting Homer's eyes to look over her shoulder. She bit her lower lip and tried to stop her trembling, but couldn't. Ashley was right, this was utter, humiliating defeat, with all that entails.

The expression, To the Victors Go the Spoils, crossed her mind. It was not a comforting thought.

"Homer, I think you could sodomize Ms Americana just like that," Ashley said. "Just shove her little panties aside and stick your dick up her ass for me. Ms Americana won't stop your, will you, slut?"

"N…um, no," Ms Americana said, choking on the word. "You know I can't."

"I know," Ashley said, and laughed. "Now, Ms Americana, BEG Homer to sodomize you. Beg for it, and make it pretty, bitch."

Ms Americana's mind reeled. Beg for it? How humiliating would that be?

"P-Please, Homer, fuck me in the ass," she whispered. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Her belly began to quiver as her sphincter started to tingle and convulse. She bent over, reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wider. "Please. P-P-Pretty p-please? Sodomize me. I b-beg you."

"Really?" Homer said eagerly, and Ashley nodded smugly, never breaking eye contact with Ms Americana. "This is too great."

The super sexy super heroine felt Homer's thick fingers push into her butt crack, hook her thong shorts and pull them out, before pulling them to the side. Then she heard him unzip. A second later, his hot, wet cock head swept across her silky ass cheeks. He rubbed his dick up and down her butt crack a long moment, before pressing the head up against her suddenly tight sphincter.

"Take this," Homer whispered into her ear, and thrust hard. His cock penetrated a good four inches that first thrust, spreading her impossibly wide.

"Uuuugggghhhh," she grunted, baby blues wide, back arched. "Great Liberty! He's ripping me apart!"

"Holy butt buster!" Lydia cried, as Danny slammed his cock up her poop chute. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee!"

Ashley and Big Daddy watched with supreme pleasure as their bodyguards sodomized the city's two most respected and exalted super heroines, and the sexy duo was too afraid of THEM to even put up the semblance of a fight. Mostly, though, they watched Ms Americana's expressive face and body as she was violated so profoundly.

Ashley wasn't sure if the tears that now rolled across Ms Americana's masked cheeks were due to the pain of anal penetration, of being dry fucked anally, or from her utter humiliation at falling in defeat to her bitterest rival and enemy.

The statuesque super heroine was standing with her knees locked, back arched and rump thrust back towards her ravisher, giving him a little better access. Her head was rolled back and her eyes closed, while her delicate, gloved hands were still held up with fingers splayed. Her waist length silky black hair and her 44DDs were bouncing to the steady pounding Homer was giving her butt.

"We should be filming his for sale on the internet," Big Daddy said, eyes bright with lust and victorious pleasure.

"You're right, darling," Ashley said. She smiled at the thought. Brenda and Lydia were already porn stars with sex tapes on the internet, and now they could desecrated Ms Americana's sterling reputation as well with sex tape, or even full-length sex romps and actual porn movies. It was just too perfect. Everything Brenda created and loved was destroyed. "We'll reenact it later, for distribution and sell through of our secret porn production companies. Doesn't Wade Enterprises have a production company?"

"Yes. Wade Productions," he said. "Why?"

"Wouldn't it be just delicious if Brenda and Lydia starred in a XXX, really wicked porn movie together, produced and distributed by Wade Productions?"

"Great Liberty, they are going to turn me into a porn star and a pornographer!" Ms Americana cried. And that was more than she could take. The sexually overheated super heroine's body exploded with pleasure. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"I don't want to be a porn….uuhhh, Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Lydia cried.

"I think they are really getting off on the idea of being in their own porn movie," Big Daddy said. "Of course, there will have to be lots of girl-on-girl between the two of them. That would be hot."

Moments later, Danny, then Homer shot their loads up super heroine butt.

"Looks like Delta City's premier super heroine and her sidekick just got butt loads of cum," Big Daddy laughed.

"And not for the last time, either," Ashley said.

"Is it true, Mrs. Vanderholm?" Homer said, looking intently at Ms Americana. "Are you saying that Brenda Wade is Ms Americana?"

"Yes," Ashley said. "But that is a deep, dark secret for now. You cannot tell anyone." Then she glanced over at her rotund husband. "So, baby, do you want to fuck Brenda Wade OR Ms Americana right now?"

"Oooh, good question," he said.

"What?" Ms Americana gasped, still panting from Homer's butt fucking of her. "You'd allow your husband to rape me?"

"Allow? I insist!" Ashley said. "Then I am going to have my turn with you. And with Lydia, of course."

"I've made my decision," Big Daddy said, pulling off his sleeping shirt. "I want Ms Americana to fuck me, to be on top and do all the work, then we'll unmask her and BRENDA can lick and suck me clean."

"I like the way you think, Big Daddy," Ashley said, grinning.

She stood up and walked over to the Queen of Justice. Ms Americana's baby blues grew widened, then she stepped back until she was pressed up against Homer. Ashley enjoyed the way her old rival stiffened, then turned her head to the side.

The beautiful blonde caressed Ms Americana's silky black hair, then cupped her 44DDs. She gave them a squeezed, rather dazzled by them herself. Even with implants her rack wasn't that impressive. Finally, she reached between those massive mammaries and unsnapped the top.

Ms Americana's huge, firm milky white globes dropped and bounced before everyone's awestruck eyes. Even Ashley gasped and held her breath a long moment. Such a spectacular set. So she spent a few minutes gently, sensuously fondling them, amazed by the silky softness of her warm skin.

"I own you, body and soul," Ashley said. "Look me in the eyes, and say it. Admit I own you."

Ms Americana -- BRENDA -- slowly turned soul-sick baby blues to look into Ashley's eyes. Her face flamed brightest red and her full red lips quivered for a long moment. She'd never seen her hated rival look so humiliated, so stricken with shame.

"Who do you belong to, Brenda?" she asked viciously.

"I…I…I belong to you, Ashley," Ms Americana whispered. Then with a strong voice, she lifted her chin and said, "I am yours. I am your property. Your slave. You have finally won, finally defeated me. I humbly submit to your will, your pleasure and your mercy."

"I am your mistress, but who is your master?"

"Big Daddy is my master, mistress."

"Good girl," Ashley said. "And you will give him anything and everything he wants, want you?"

"I have no choice, mistress. I am his," she said.

"Remember that," Ashley said, eyes flashing. "If you fail to perform to exquisite perfection in any way, you will be punished. Whipped and spanked." She savored the new shade of crimson Brenda's face turned, almost as much as the pleasure she received watching her slave tremble violently. "Now, you heard what Big Daddy wants you to do to him. Do it, slave."

"Yes, mistress," she said, dropping her eyes.

Ms Americana paused only to slide her bottoms all the way down her legs and then step out of them. She left them on the floor. The sexy super heroine wasn't sure she would ever be allowed to wear any clothes again.

The vanquished vigilante vixen glanced to her left. Flag Girl was stripped out of top and bottoms as sell. Danny had removed her power belt as well, leaving her in nothing but mask, boots and gloves. She was on her knees sucking him with some real enthusiasm.

<Poor Flag Girl, she wasn't strong enough,> Ms Americana thought dismally. <They've already tamed her with just a couple orgasms.>

Ms Americana walked over to the bed and looked down upon her lord and master, Big Daddy Vanderholm. He was a massive ball of fat, but to her surprise, he was just as well endowed. He was a "BIG" Daddy in more than one way.

His eyes were bright as he breathlessly watched her. She understood she was a sexual fantasy to quite a few men. And she was about to make that fantasy come true for Big Daddy, the most wicked "honest" businessman in Delta City.

Ms Americana crawled up on the bed, then straddled the big billionaire. Finally, she rose up above him, guided his cock to her hot, tingling pussy and impaled herself upon him, slowly sliding down his long, thick shaft with a long, wanton groan.

"Uuuuuugggggmmmmmmggghhhh," Ms Americana groaned. "So wrong."

Big Daddy's hands went straight for her 44DDs. As she started sliding up and down his cock, he began fondling her tits. He wasn't about to admit it to his wife, but Ms Americana's tits were best he'd ever seen or felt up. Her skin was the softest he'd ever felt. He was going to so love owning her.

For her part, Ms Americana was shocked to feel her body responding to his cock and hands almost immediately. She'd thought the fact she found his so despicable, so morally repulsive that she'd not be turned on, not be aroused by sex with him. She was wrong.

"Uuaghh," Ms Americana cried, unable to suppress herself. "Great Liberty, the shame, humiliation and sexual abuse are more than I can stand."

Ms Americana rode that large cock hard, head thrown back and hands in her hair, shocked by how incredibly great it felt. How RIGHT it felt to fuck her enemy, her MASTER. In no time the tingling and butterflies were burned away by the liquid, fiery heat of passion and desire, of need and submission. She fought the building climax, sensing it would be the final straw, the final nail in her "superior woman, free will" coffin. It would be the ONE to tame her.

"It isn't right! There's no justice in me falling to Ashley and Big Daddy!" Ms Americana cried out to the unfeeling heavens. Suddenly the orgasm she'd been fighting surged, exploded deep in her deepest belly, and rushed to consume her body and soul. And she knew instantly it really was the ONE. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, Big Daddy TAMED me! I am tamed."

Big Daddy shot his load up inside her then. He crowed with pleasure as he did so, making Ms Americana climax twice more. Ashley squealed with delight as she clapped her hands. Then vanquished vixen disengaged from him, crawled back between his wide spread legs as he propped himself up on his elbows. Then everyone in the room, including Lydia, watched with bated breath as she lowered her full red lips down to his shiny, cum slick cock, and sucked it in. Within a few seconds it was rock hard again.

As Ms Americana sucked and licked Big Daddy's cock and balls, Ashley crawled up behind her on the bed and sprawled across the sexy super heroine's back. With her chin resting on Ms Americana's shoulder, both hands sweetly fondling her legendary tits, she watched with gleeful eyes as the sexy super heroine's sweet lips slid up and down her husband's thick shaft.

"Who are you?" Ashley said.

"Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice," the super heroine said, then sucked Big Daddy's big cock deep into her mouth again with a low, wanton groan.

Ashley reached around Ms Americana's head just as her red lips reached the base of the cock, filling her mouth. She seized the edge of that legendary blue, star-spangled mask and slowly started pulling it off as Ms Americana's head started its slow ascent back up the cock shaft. She pealed the mask off to reveal Brenda Wade's gorgeous face underneath.

"It really is Brenda Wade!" Homer cried, overjoyed.

"Now who are you?" Ashley said.

"Your slave," Brenda said. "Brenda Wade."

# # #

It was midafternoon on a balmy Wednesday. Robert Hedges was let into Vanderholm Mansion by the butler and escorted to the family’s sunroom. Big Daddy and Ashley were enjoying the sunny afternoon, after a week of gloomy days fill with rain and thunderstorms. The air just seemed so clear and crisp after storms.

Maybe a dozen members of their large entourage were seated or milling about in that vast, bright room. Big Daddy was decked out in a bright white suit and his beautiful wife was ravishing in a pale blue sundress and white stiletto pumps.

“Ah, Robert,” Big Daddy called upon seeing him. “It’s been too long since you visited us, my friend.”

‘Have a seat and visit with us.” Ashley indicated a spot on the couch next to them. ‘Would you like a refreshment?”

“That would be nice, thank you.”

“Excellent,” she said, blue eyes dancing with glee. She turned and called, “Brenda!”

Brenda Wade entered through the servant’s entrance. Well, it was more of a sassy strut, really. She was dressed in a sexed up French Maid outfit. The black satin dress was form fitting, with the lacy little white apron. Her shapely, mile long legs were sheathed in black fishnets stockings, and stuffed into back stiletto pumps. Of course, the sexy French Maid costume was slightly altered -- Brenda’s naked 44DDs bounced enticingly as she walked towards then, a silver tray balanced in one hand and a sultry smiled spread across her drop dead gorgeous face.

Brenda walked up to Robert and her smiled widened. He felt his cock stiffen as he stared at her glossy red lips, then dropped to her massive tits, so full and firm looking.

“Hello, master. Would you like coffee, tea or...,” Brenda said, and her voice dropped a sexy octave, “…me?”

“Oh my god, it is true,” Robert gasped. “Brenda and Lydia work for you now? As house servants?”

“Of course,” Ashley said, beaming with pride. “Brenda and Lydia make such great servants, now that they understand their proper place and acknowledged us as their superiors.”

Robert noticed the slightest bit of color formed across Brenda's cheeks, and her body trembled a brief second. Hardly noticeable, but enough to know she still hated her fate. He suspected Ashley never really wanted Brenda completely broken, for what fun would tormenting a broken woman be? A completely broken Brenda wouldn't feel that depth of humiliation that Ashley wanted her to feel.

“I suggest you ask for tea or coffee, and ask for cream,” Big Daddy said, smirking.

“Really?” Robert said, and looked up at Brenda’s titanic tits. “Coffee, please, with cream.”

“Very good, master,” Brenda said. She set the tray on the coffee table, placed a cup upon a saucer before him, then poured the coffee in the sexiest way he could imagine. Maybe it was because she was topless and so terribly close. Then, after setting the coffee decanter aside, Brenda wrapped her delicate, perfectly manicured hands around her left tit and moved the nipple inches above his steaming cup. “Say when, master.”

The vanquished billionaire babe squeezed her tit, and a thick stream of milk squirted out. Robert’s jaw dropped as she milked herself into his coffee. A lot of mother’s milk was squirted in before he remembered himself and stopped her.

Brenda smiled knowingly, picked up a spoon and stirred his coffee. Then she asked, “Is there ANYTHING else you would like from me, master?”

“And she does mean anything,” Ashley said. “Blow job, ball licking, sex – vaginal and anal….ANYTHING you want, she’ll give you.”

“I’m going to be visiting you a whole lot more often,” Robert said. “Blow job, please.”

As he picked up his coffee and sipped it, he smiled at the creamy taste. By that time Brenda was kneeling before him. She gently pushed his knees wide, and slipped up closer between them. He set the coffee down as she unzipped him, suspecting he would spill it otherwise. She had the look of a woman who knew her way up, down and all around a cock.

Brenda pulled his cock out and immediately looked up into his eyes as her glossy red lips sensuously wrapped around the head of his dick. He gasped, then groaned with pleasure as that hot mouth consumed his cock, as those sweet red lips swallowed him whole. He watched as an indomitable woman, who'd ground him beneath her stiletto heel countless times, sucked his cock.

It was so good, so intense that Robert lost it and ballooned her cheeks after just two minutes. Brenda obediently licked, sucked and swallowed every last drop of his cum.

"Is there anything else master would like me to do?" Brenda asked.

"I'm fine for right now," Robert said, breathless.

"Kneel before us, Brenda, so we have a good view of your spectacular beauty," Ashley said.

"Wow," Robert said, and took a sip of delicious coffee. "I never believed in a million years anyone could tame Brenda Wade. You are truly the masters."

"Thank you," Ashley said. "It was my pleasure."

Robert laughed. Considering their history, he was sure defeat and enslaving of Brenda truly was the highlight of Ashley's life. He looked around.

"Where's that sexy ward, Lydia?" Robert said. "That's the one I really want to sink my cock into."

"I'm sorry, but she is off filming scenes from her next full length film, Society Girl Goes Down II," Ashley said.

"It's a Wade Productions film," Big Daddy said.

Brenda squirmed just a bit.

"You are a genius, Big Daddy," Robert said. "The reason I came over was to thank you for letting me in on that sweet take over deal of Wade Enterprises."

"That was sweet," Big Daddy said. "I bought out Brenda's measly one hundred thirty-seven million dollar share of Wade Enterprises, for a mere five dollars, and in less than a month turned the company around and now it is a seven billion dollar share."

"I know, you are making more money with her company than she ever did," Robert said. "I know I'm hanging onto my share of the kitty."

"I know, but I had to do it," Big Daddy said. "People had to see a MAN do a better job with the same company as its former owner, a devout feminist and self-described superior woman." Big Daddy smiled cruelly at Brenda. "It was my Social Obligation to demonstrate my superiority over her, in every way imaginable."

THE END