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

Ms Americana and Flag Girl are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

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MS AMERICANA: SUPER BIMBO

By Dark One

Brenda Wade strode purposely through the severe, white hallway of Wade Industries’ sprawling R&D facility. The stiletto heels of her black pumps clacked loudly, alerting everyone to the fact she was coming, while her fierce, narrowed baby blue eyes warning everyone to get out of her way. Dr. Edmund Drakes was dodging her e-mailed queries and demands. He was over budget and had nothing at all to show for it. Now she was forced to come all the way out here to the R&D facilities to personally confront him.

“He better have a damn good reason he is over budget without anything to show for it,” she muttered, bright blue eyes flashing hotly as she spotted the door to his laboratory. “And he better have an even better reason for ignoring me.”

Dr. Drakes was a brilliant, if somewhat eccentric, scientist. He was the world’s foremost authority on chemo-engineering and bio-engineering. His last assignment was to create a new drug that would stimulate the ability to absorb, retain and use knowledge, thus making people even smarter. The more brilliant the general population, the greater their society. Or so the rationale behind this experiment went.

She found the door locked. Knocking did no good. She knew he was inside the building. Light was coming out from under the door and she heard small, strange noises emanating from the room as well. So she knew he was inside and ignoring her knocks. That just infuriated her more.

<He’s fired,> she thought. She pulled her master key from her purse and inserted it into the lock. <No excuse will save him.>

“Dr. Drakes?” she called upon entering.

Brenda froze in place, a look of utter befuddlement spread across her drop dead gorgeous face. She removed the glasses she wore, but didn’t need, and took another step forward, gawking at the site before her disbelievingly.

“Dr. Drakes? Dr. Stevenson?” she said.

Dr. Courtney Stevenson was the most brilliant, most productive young scientist of her generation, and head of research at Wade Industries R&D. She was only 30 years old, but Drakes’ superior. Brenda considered it one of the greatest accomplishments of her tenure as head of Wade Industries to bring the beautiful, blonde super genius into her staff. Many of the older scientists, such as Dr. Drakes, grumbled about being placed under someone fresh out of MIT, untested and green. But her performance had proven Brenda’s judgment correct.

The last person she would expect to see Dr. Stevenson fucking in the middle of the day was that geeky Dr. Drakes. He was small, bald and wore coke bottle glasses. His voice was whiney and his tone usually caustic. Brenda doubted the good doctor could hire a hooker without promising to wear a bag over his head and pay triple time.

“What? What’s going on here?” Brenda stammered.

Dr. Drakes looked at her in horror. He was behind Courtney, who was on all fours, and screwing her doggie style. The beautiful blonde looked to be beside herself with pleasure. Her big blue eyes were glazed and a beatific look owned her face. When she looked over at Brenda, she did so lazily and without comprehension.

“Brenda,” she purred. “Hmmmmm, so good. Feels so good.”

“Yikes,” Dr. Drakes said, pulling out and scrambling away.

Brenda’s eyes narrowed and she marched straight over to Dr. Stevenson. Just as she reached the beautiful blonde genius, she heard Dr. Drakes running out of the door behind her. Glancing over her shoulder with a frown, she spotted him half-dressed and clutching a steel briefcase.

Turning back to the head of her Research Department, she shook her head woefully. The blonde sat back on her legs and smiled up at her boss. There was drying cum around her mouth and upon her rather amble breasts. She’d never seen Courtney out of her bulky lab coat and thick glasses. Or with her hair loose. What a beauty.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Courtney,” Brenda said. “How could you engage in sexual activities on company property, and on company time?”

“Brenda,” she said sweetly, and giggled. Then glancing around. “Where’s Eddie? I like Eddie. He makes me cum and cum. Where’s Eddie? I wanna cum again.”

Brenda was dumfounded. What was she babbling about? Why was she babbling so …. Bimboishly?

“Dr. Stevenson, get a grip, woman,” she demanded, eyes flashing. “Pull yourself together. Now I’m ashamed of you, as a woman. I thought you were better than THIS.”

“Oohhh, you got pretty lips,” Dr. Stevenson purred. “You wanna kiss me? I like kissing.”

Brenda stepped back and gawked. It was Dr. Courtney Stevenson before her, but not her. Then she spotted something that set her heart to racing. A discarded syringe.

“Drakes! What have you done to her!” Brenda cried.

# # #

Ms Americana and Flag Girl stood atop an abandoned office building at the edge of Delta City’s downtown. It was very old and condemned. Only three stories high. Even the homeless were afraid to go inside. So it was the perfect place to conduct criminal activities.

“Holy Lobotomizer, Ms A, you were right,” Flag Girl said, pointing with her red gloved hand. “Here comes Dr. Drakes’ van, just like you said.”

One of her better snitches said the criminal calling himself Dr. Lobotomizer would be there that evening. He had captured and fried the mind of Action News 69’s most intrepid and beautiful reporter, Tami Jamz. And now he was going to sell her to a notorious pimp. And it wasn’t the first time he’d done such a dastardly deed, either.

In the month since Brenda Wade walked in on Dr. Drakes, twenty-five of Delta City’s most brilliant, most powerful and most beautiful women had vanished. Two socialites -- a wealthy, self-made businesswoman and a beautiful, twenty-five year old internationally renowned mystery writer -- turned up as streetwalkers, their minds burned away to nothing, leaving them like Dr. Courtney Stevenson, brainless, horny bimbos. Drakes obviously had it out for superior women, and was doing his evil best to destroy as many as he could.

Ms Americana assumed her classic super heroine pose -- red gloved hands on well rounded hips, red booted feet shoulder width apart, with her chin high and 44DDs thrust out majestically. The cool evening breeze caused her titanic tits to tighten up and her nipples to harden, poking at the red, white and blue star-spangled and striped bikini top.

“About time,” Ms Americana said, scowling at the approaching van behind her blue, star-spangled mask. She paused to adjust the golden power belt cinched around her tiny waist, then reached up and touched the golden tiara. Then she tugged on her red gauntlet gloves and smiled. “His reign of terror is just about to come to an abrupt end, my justice loving friend.”

Flag Girl beamed up at her, her smile the brightest thing Ms Americana had ever beheld. The sexy sidekick’s big blue eyes shined beneath her blonde bangs and blue mask. The bubbly blonde’s long, silky golden locks were pulled back into a bouncy ponytail. Her shapely, five foot eight inch body was just five inches shorter than Ms Americana’s, though not as spectacularly curved, with 38Ds, 24 inch waist, and well rounded 36 inch hips. The nineteen year old’s costume was a bit more modest than Ms A’s, with a blue star-spangled strapless top, tight red and white stripped micro mini, red calf boots and red opera gloves. A golden power belt similar to Ms Americana’s encircled her narrow waist, with a blue choker sporting a star adorning her slender throat.

“Sweeeet, Ms A,” Flag Girl said, blue eyes atwinkle with delight. “He’s going to feel mighty stupid after we toss him into the slammer, heh?”

“That’s right, Flag Girl,” she said, grinning.

If Ms Americana had her way, they would inject the same serum he used on Courtney Stevenson and the other women he captured. The chemical tests on the drug found in the syringe showed he created a drug that destroyed a person’s mind when injected. Though, it was strange. Just injecting it into a woman didn’t cause her to become stupid. That required her body chemistry to change, and that happened with each orgasm she had. So, every time the victim climaxed she became a bit dumber. Climax enough times, and she was permanently brain damaged, left an airhead bimbo of the first order.

Insidious.

The worse part of it, her company financed his research. Of course, she didn’t know or understand what he really was researching, but she paid for it anyway. She never felt so dubbed in her life. For that, too, he would pay.

The van pulled up to the building. Dr. Drakes exited from the front passenger door. The driver quickly joined him, while four other men in all black pulled a pretty young woman from the van. She offered no resistance.

“Tami Jamz,” Ms Americana said, frowning. “What a waste of a strong woman.”

The investigative report was well respected in Delta City. She’d exposed many corrupt politicians and businessmen. And even exposed mob and other criminal activities. So the lowlifes would be dancing in the streets when word got out on her ultimate fate.

Tami was tall and shapely, with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Ms Americana’s eyes narrowed and her lips pulled back in a fierce scowl as she noted the beautiful reporter was naked save her black pumps. They were too late to save her from Dr. Drakes’ evil serum and then being raped stupid, but they wouldn’t let her be sold into prostitution.

Tami was investigating the strange disappearances of the city’s most powerful, most respected women when she vanished. Obviously, she got too close to the truth and Dr. Drakes decided it was time to dispose of her, by giving her a first hand demonstration of his new drug. Now she was destroyed. Tami had given her Hell a number of times, both as Brenda Wade and as Ms Americana, but she was a clever, strong and successful woman. Ms Americana admired her for that, if nothing else. Now an evil genius was about to sell her into white slavery, so she could spend the rest of her days fucking men to make evil men rich.

“It’s time, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said, turning away and heading for the trap door in the roof.

“Gosh, Ms A, won’t they be surprised to see us?”

“It’ll be an awkward moment for them, I’m sure,” Ms Americana said with a grin.

They descended into the dark building. Their heels echoed in the empty stairwell as they headed downstairs. Ms Americana had no worry the wicked men below would hear their descent, for she could barely hear the tapping of their heels over the loud sexual boasts and laughter of the men below.

“We want to get them all, Flag Girl, but most importantly, we absolutely HAVE to capture Dr. Drakes and rescue Ms Jamz,” Ms Americana said. “Let the others escape if necessary. We can round them up later.”

“Gotcha, Ms A,” Flag Girl said and flashed her bright smile.

The two super heroines burst out of the stairwell to find six very surprised men gawking at them. As usual, six sets of eyes dropped to her bosom and locked. Grinning victorious, Ms Americana raced straight for Dr. Drakes. Tami Jamz was on her knees sucking his dick.

<Two birds with one stone,> Ms Americana thought. Aloud, “Halt, miscreants!”

“There’s no escaping Ms Americana and Flag Girl!” her sidekick piped in.

“Get them!” Dr. Drakes commanded.

Dr. Drakes and one of his henchmen each seized one of Tami’s arms and began dragging her toward the back. Ms Americana would not allow them to escape justice, much less her fury and wrath. She turned and gave chase.

Two of the henchmen turned toward Ms Americana and two toward Flag Girl. Flag Girl grabbed one of them by the wrist, and started to turn round and round until he was extended out like an extra overlarge limb. When she released him, he flew across the room and caught both of the men blocking Ms Americana’s path. All three men crumbled to the floor with pained moans and groans.

“Well done, Flag Girl!” Ms Americana said, flashing her a bright smile.

“I got this last miscreant, Ms A, you go after Dr. Drakes,” Flag Girl said. “I’ll join you shortly.”

“Make sure they are all bound tightly first,” Ms Americana called as she raced after Dr. Drakes and Tami.

“My pleasure!” Flag Girl called back.

Ms Americana was full of pride of Flag Girl. It was amazing how easily she took out those three men. But she trained the sexy blonde teenager herself. Nine years of intense training, in fact. Her ward and junior super heroine would mop the floor with criminals for many more years.

# # #

Flag Girl struck a classic super heroine pose as she turned to regard the one standing henchman. He looked nervous. And he should be. She was a celebrated super heroine. So she graced him with a roguish smile that made him swallow hard.

“Give up, miscreant,” she offered. “Why take the thrashing I’m prepared to deliver when you can go to jail unscathed?”

“I have no intentions of going to jail, Flag Twat.”

Bright blue eyes flashed behind the plain blue mask. Her red opera gloved hands balled up into fists upon her flared hips. She pursed her pretty red lips, and tapped one red booted toe as she considered him. His insult stung, for she despised how criminals bastardized glorious and honored super heroine names. She especially hated how they too frequently incorporated sexual innuendo within those altered names. But she calmed herself by remembering that he was a crude monster, and worse, a disgusting white slaver.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” she said. Then she flashed a smug smile. “Oh, wait, sticks and stones don’t hurt either. I’m a super heroine.”

“I’m ready to test that theory,” another man said. “Bob, you and Chuck swing around behind and we’ll surround her. Frank, hold fast.”

“Right, Harry,” Bob said.

Flag Girl glanced to her right. The three men she took out were rising to their feet. Rising slowly and painfully. She couldn’t imagine them being any threat to her.

Bob and Chuck were twins. About six five, two hundred eighty pounds by Flag Girl’s expert guess. Harry, who appeared to be the leader, was only about six feet, two hundred pounds. The fourth man, Frank, was a freckle faced blonde of some six feet three inches, and skinny.

“Do you little boys really want another ass whooping from little ole me?” she asked sexily, and then laughed. “It only took me ten seconds to take you out last time.”

“You sucker punched us, so to speak,” Harry said angrily.

“I wouldn’t say that,” she said, grinning. She watched as Chuck swung around to her left, and his twin Bob moved behind her. Now she was surrounded, but she still saw no threat. “But believe whatever makes you happy, boys. Fact is, I’m going to take you out again just as easily, and we all know it.”

“We know nothing,” Chuck said angrily.

Flag Girl smiled mischievously, saying, “That’s an understatement.”

“Forget Bimbo Girl’s yapping,” Harry said. “Remember what Dr. Lobotomizer taught us? We can take out this stuck-up super heroine wanna-be, just follow the plan.”

“Wanna-be super heroine?!?” Flag Girl snapped, eyes flashing.

Now she was pissed. They would pay for that, especially Harry. But then they all reached into their black jackets and pulled out resealable bags. Inside those bags were thick white clothes. Once they opened the bags, she caught a whiff of chloroform.

“Surely you don’t think I’ll let you use those on me, do you?” she said, one blonde eyebrow raised haughtily.

“We don’t expect you to LET us do anything, Flag Bitch,” Harry sneered. “But you’re not going to be able to stop us from chloroforming you into la-la land, either.”

“Yeah,” Frank said, eyes filled with evil glee. “Then YOU are going to be the entertainment at our victory party afterwards.”

Flag Girl shook her head woefully, “You sad, sad excuses for men.”

“Perfect, because you are a sad excuse for a super heroine, Loser Girl,” Harry said. Then he signaled behind her, “Bob, you first.”

Flag Girl spun around and locked eyes on big bad Bob. The evil twin locked eyes with her and moved forward in a crouch. He held the chloroform pad in his left hand.

She was so focused on Bob, Flag Girl failed to hear the other three charging silently. Before she realized the danger, both arms were seized and someone wrapped his arms around her waist and raised her off the floor. Flag Girl completely lost her leverage when her feet left the floor.

“Not too tight,” Harry called. He was the one that picked her up. “Play her arms. If you hold on too tightly she can rip loose with her super strength. Don’t let go, just play them like a fish.”

“You stupid dogs! Let…go….of….me!” she cried, trying in vain to break an arm loose. But the two over-muscled goons were following Harry’s instructions perfectly, giving when she tried to use her super strength to jerk free of their grasp, then pulling her arms back. “Ohhhh! You make me so mad!”

Her red booted feet were kicking wildly, not to mention ineffectually, when Bob raced up between them and pressed himself against her belly. Her legs were forced wider, and all she could do was pound the heels of her feet against his rock hard rump, and that didn’t faze him in the least.

Then Bob pressed his chloroform clothe over her mouth and nose, and held on for dear life. Flag Girl frozen for a ten count, wide-eyed disbelief on her beautiful masked face. She held her breath and tried to shake her head to break free, but he was strong and persistent. She was forced to take a shallow breath.

The intoxicating fumes were insidious. She felt panic start to build deep in her belly. And with that panic came fear.

<If they capture me, I’ll be turned into a bimbo sex slave,> she thought. Heart hammering, she felt her twat start to tingle and moisten. <I can’t let that happen!>

That’s when Bob pulled her top down to her waist. Flag Girl felt her 38Ds pop out and bounce before Bob’s greedy eyes. His huge free hand immediately reached for her tits.

“Uuuggghhhhhh,” she groaned through the chloroform cloth when he seized her tit. Then he sucked a perfect pink nipple into his mouth. She felt hot and wet, and sucking pressure that caused her libido to fire up suddenly. Butterflies fluttered deep in her belly and a wave of erotic heat rushed through her shapely teenage body. It was too much, and now she desperately needed a deep breath of air. She needed oxygen or she would quickly pass out. But if she breathed in the chloroform, that would put her helplessly into the unmerciful hands of Dr. Drakes and his perverted henchmen. But by now, Flag Girl was completely out of oxygen, and blackness was starting to creep around the edges of her vision. With despair, she realized no matter what she did, she would pass out and fall prey to these evil men. Then she took a shallow breath. “Mmmmmm.”

The fumes were incredible heady and intoxicating. Flag Girl felt them immediately. She understood then the awesome power of chloroform, and realized how quickly she could succumb to its devastating effects.

Darkness started to move in more quickly on her vision, mostly out of lack of oxygen. Flag Girl had no choice. She exhaled and took a deep breath. Then another breath, and finally a third breath. The effects were profound in her oxygen deprived body. She stopped struggling and her legs fell limp to either side of Bob. The henchmen held on tightly, seeing victory when they saw her pretty blue eyes flutter and then roll up. She then took one final breath, and relaxed entirely.

“She’s out!” Bob crowed.

“We did it! We took down a super heroine,” Frank said, incredulous.

“Dr. Lobotomizer said we could,” Harry said. “And he was right. Wait until he sees what we got!”

“Hey, where is he?” Chuck said, looking around warily. “And where’s Ms Americana?”

“Get Flag Girl in the van. Quick,” Harry said. “We’ll wait for him there.”

# # #

Ms Americana raced through the dark, condemned office building. She quickly realized Dr. Drakes had evaded her somehow in the labyrinth of dark corridors and empty offices. There was no way he could be out running her while dragging Ms Jamz. So she doubled back and noticed footsteps in the dusty floor indicating two men and a woman in high heels had recently turned down a side hallway. She hurried after them. If he escaped with Ms Jamz it would be beyond humiliating.

“Oh! Ouch!”

Ms Americana paused, holding her breath. That was Ms. Jamz. The sexy Queen of Justice was standing in an intersection of corridors. She had no way of knowing which direction Drakes had taken Ms Jamz. It was almost pitch black where she stood.

“Oops,” Tami’s rich voice said, then giggled.

“Shssss,” Dr. Drakes commanded.

“Gotcha,” Ms Americana said, eyes afire as she moved purposely down the dark hallway.

Ms Americana found Dr. Drakes and Ms Jamz at the end of the hallway, hiding in the old mailroom. He was huddled next to the outside door, holding his captive between him and the super heroine. A pistol was pressed against Tami’s neck. His henchman was sneaking out the door, all hunched over and looking around nervously.

“Flag Girl’s waiting out there, little boy,” Ms Americana said, startling them both. Ms Jamz smiled at her blissfully. “You’ll never reach that van.”

“Don’t move, Ms Americana, or the bimbo gets it,” Dr. Drakes commanded. “Eric, go on. We don’t have a choice. Get the van started and come pick me up.”

The goon had a doubtful look, but he headed out anyway. Ms Americana scowled at him. She couldn’t stop him. Hopefully, Flag Girl was keeping an eye out on the van just in case those two slipped through her fingers. So she forgot the lackey and concentrated on Dr. Drakes, now popularly known by the public and press as Dr. Lobotomizer.

The small, geeky scientist was sweating profusely and looked extremely nervous. He kept glancing out the small window in the door. She had no idea what he was looking for. Most likely he was afraid Flag Girl was sneaking up behind him.

Ms Americana smiled.

<It’s almost over,> she thought victoriously. <Soon that perverted scoundrel will be behind bars, where he belongs.>

“You can’t get away, Dr. Drakes,” Ms Americana said.

“What? You know who I am?”

“Of course,” she said, smirking. She loved the way she discombobulated him. “Surely you didn’t think Wade Industries would cover-up what you did. After all, you destroyed the mind of one of the premier scientists in the world.”

“Bah! Courtney a premier scientist?” he said, disgusted. “She was just a big-titted cock tease, who took credit for other peoples’ work and stole their glory. She deserved everything she got, especially my dick up her ass.”

Ms Americana’s red gloved hands balled up into fists. Her eyes narrowed and she began to tremble in suppressed rage. She swore that callused bastard would get his, and good. Courtney deserved all the respect men could muster, for she was heads and shoulders above them all. Before Drakes destroyed her mind, Ms Americana considered her one of the few “superior” women of the world, right up there with super heroines.

“Courtney Stevenson was a great scientist, and an even better woman,” Ms Americana declared hotly. “You had no right to destroy her mind so insidiously. Not to mention destroying the minds of so many other women, like Ms Jamz there.”

He glanced out the window, then turned back to her with a scowl on his ugly face.

“Go ahead, shot me,” Ms Americana taunted when he turned the pistol on her. She lifted her gloved hands high and jutted out her spectacular 44DDs. “Take a shot.”

“You’d like that,” he said, dark eyes narrowing behind his coke bottle glasses. He pointed the pistol at her power belt. “Maybe not everyone knows it, but that damn power belt of yours provides a force shield against projectile weapons.”

Drakes glanced out the window, did a double take, then turned back to Ms Americana with a big shit eating grin. He placed the barrel of the pistol against Tami’s forehead.

“I’d blow out her brains if there were any left to destroy,” he taunted. He looked Ms Americana up and down with interest. “I don’t know what I’ll enjoy more: turning you into a mindless fuck machine, fucking that drop-dead gorgeous body, or selling you to some pimp or mobster seeking revenge.”

Ms Americana’s heart hammered and she felt her face heat up. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her, especially her 44DDs. But the worst part, he actually believed you could capture and enslave HER. The sheer audacity!

“You are truly delusional,” Ms Americana sneered.

“Surrender, or I’ll kill her,” he said. “I’ll blow her brains out. So remove the power belt and kneel with your hands behind your head.”

“No, you won’t kill her,” Ms Americana said confidently as she assumed a classic super heroine stance. “You’re not a murderer. You are a white slaver. You don’t want to kill women, you want to humiliate and degrade them. Besides, without her as a hostage you are toast. She’s all that is saving you right now.”

He looked a bit nervous now. Obviously, he thought that scam would work with her. So he tried a different tactic. Forcing Tami before him, he moved straight at Ms Americana. She eyed him warily, wondering what he was up to.

“Back up, Ms Ameri-tits,” he snarled. “We’re going back up front.”

She shrugged. He wouldn’t get any support there either. By now Flag Girl had them all bound up and ready for the police. Indeed, she wouldn’t be surprised if Flag Girl had already called the police and press.

<Caught between Flag Girl and myself he will have no choice but surrender quietly,> Ms Americana thought as she slowly backed up into the dark hallway.

Then, just as he passed into the dark hallway, Dr. Drakes shoved Tami Jamz straight at Ms Americana and aimed the pistol at her heart. Ms Americana grabbed Tami’s wrist and jerked her in close. Hugging the naked ex-reporter close, she spun around just as Dr. Drakes fired. He fired three times, each time the bullet ricocheted off her power belt’s force shield. And then he slammed the door shut and locked it, plunging both women into total darkness.

Ms Americana picked Tami up into her arms and ran back to the door. She kicked it in and raced inside. The room was empty. So she set Tami down and ran out the door. Dr. Drakes’ van was just rounding the corner three blocks down.

“Vile bastard,” she snarled. “You won’t escape me next time we meet.”

So, after retrieving Ms Jamz, Ms Americana hurried back to where she left Flag Girl. She expected to find her sexy sidekick waiting patiently with four unconscious men. What she found was Flag Girl’s torn red thong panties left in the middle of the room.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried. “They captured Flag Girl!”

# # #

“Oh, my head,” Flag Girl moaned groggily. It was hard to breath and she felt “discomfort.” “What happened? Where am I?”

Flag Girl’s eyes fluttered open. She took a deep breath and looked around. She was laid on her back in the back of a well lit van. Four black suited, and very evil looking, men surrounded her. When she tried to sit up she discovered her arms were bound tightly behind her back. Indeed, her wrists were tied to the opposing arm’s elbow, which was the reason she was having trouble breathing. Plus, her legs are bound tightly above the knees and around the ankles.

“Let me go, you vile villains,” she said, struggling weakly. So weakly, in fact, she glanced down at her waist. “Where’s my belt?”

“Right here,” a vaguely familiar voice said from the front passenger seat. Twisting around, she saw Dr. Drakes looking over his shoulder and grinning. “Welcome to super heroine Hell, Flag Bitch.”

“Oh my God,” she said, eyes wide in disbelief.

Terrified, Flag Girl struggled mightily. The men around her began to grin even more fiercely, enjoying the show as her shapely teenage body flopped around, and her 38Ds bounced enticingly. Very quickly, now that she wasn’t wearing her beloved power belt, she began to sweat and grow tired, huffing and puffing.

Worse even, she felt her libido become excited. Her pussy was growing moist, and a certain tingle had developed deep inside her vagina and belly. Even her now erect nipples were hypersensitive.

“You won’t get away with this,” she said angrily. “Ms Americana is probably coming to rescue me as we speak.”

“I don’t see how that is possible,” Dr. Drakes said, laughing. “I left her hands full with a brainless bimbo reporter whose libido was in overdrive. Besides, I doubt she even knows we have you. No one is following us, Flag Twat. So I’m afraid you are about to be FUCKED STUPID.”

“No!” Flag Girl cried out, kicking with her bound feet. “Leave me alone.”

Dr. Drakes’ henchmen laughed. Harry jumped on top of her and held her down. Then he grabbed her bouncing blonde ponytail and pulled straight back, bending her neck at a painful angle.

“You have pretty lips,” he said, and kissed her long and hard.

“Mmmmmm!”

While Harry was savoring her sweet, full lips, one of the other men seized her red and white vertically stripped micro mini and pulled it straight down her long, shapely tied legs. Her eyes went wide, and she screamed into Harry’s mouth, but it did her no good. Then she felt her top, already around her waist, pulled down her legs as well, leaving her in nothing but mask, choker, gloves and boots.

“Go ahead and inject her,” Dr. Drakes said, handing Frank a syringe. Then he locked eyes with Flag Girl. “I’ve improved it since I started. I’ve increased the potency of the aphrodisiac, so the bimbos injected are even more sex starved and needy.”

<The sicko bastard perv,> she thought.

Frank jabbed the syringe into her shapely, white ass cheek. Flag Girl gasped at the prick of pain, realizing the enormity of what they were about to do to her. If she climaxed after being injected, then she’d start to lose intellect. The more she climaxed, the dumber and dumber she would become. Until she was left a brainless blonde fuck machine.

Harry released her from the kiss, to grin victorious down at her.

“No!” she cried as she felt Harry push the plunger and inject the insidious drug into her right butt cheek. It burned a little. The burning turned into an erotic, tingling heat that quickly spread. “You monsters! You wicked, vile monsters. This is so wrong.”

“Yeah, that’s why it feels so great,” Harry whispered into her ear.

“Now lock her down in the Bimbo Maker,” Dr. Drakes commanded with a victorious glint in his bespeckled eyes.

Flag Girl felt someone cut the ropes off her legs. But before she could use her newly freed limbs to fight off her attackers, two men grabbed each leg and forced them into wide spaced slots on the van floor. Steel shackles were snapped in place across her ankles and just below her knees, completely immobilizing her calves and leaving her kneeling in the middle of evil men with her legs wide spread. She was acutely aware of how exposed and vulnerable her sex was to those most evil of criminals.

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” she said as they forced her to bend over at the hip, leaving her ass high in the air. To her horror, they snapped a collar around her neck that was fastened to the floor of the van. She was locked in place with her twat perfectly positioned for them to fuck her stupid as promised. “If you do this you’ll destroy me. You’ll destroy something beautiful and important to the world.”

“You mean we’ll destroy something stuck up and haughty,” Dr. Drakes sneered. “You SUPERIOR women are all so full of yourselves! You want to take over, and cast men down into abject servitude. I won’t allow that to happen, Flag Bimbo.” He gave her an evil smile. “Fuck her.”

Harry moved behind Flag Girl. A chill ran up her spine when she heard him unzip. Her heart began to hammer. She struggled in vain, too weak to break her bounds.

“Oh!”

Erotic heat flowed through her shapely young body as Harry began fingering her surprisingly wet cunt. He combed his thick fingers through her close cropped, bikini waxed blonde pubic patch, then ran his fingertips lightly across her moist, engorged pussy lips. Flag Girl jerked and gasped, totally incredulous.

Very quickly, Harry fingers pulled her pussy lips apart and began to caress her deeper and more intimately. He very quickly found her clitoris with one hand, and plunged the index finger of his other hand deep into her vagina.

“My men are all experts on the female body now,” Dr. Drakes told Flag Girl as he slipped out of the front passenger seat and knelt beside her head. He ran his fingers through the silky hair of her blonde ponytail, then caressed her satiny soft cheeks before pulling her lower lip down with his thumb. “It won’t take long for him to find your G-Spot. And between rubbing the G-Spot and your clit, you won’t be able to resist long. Your new friend Harry there will rip that first orgasm from your luscious body in the next few minutes.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Flag Girl said weakly. Harry was doing a number on her. She didn’t need Drakes telling her he would force her to climax within minutes. He’d already found her G-Spot and was massaging it exactly how she did on those rare times she was allowed to masturbate. Unfortunately, she rarely was allowed any kind of sexual release, since sexual frustration “fueled” her power belt. So, when she did masturbate, it only took a few moments to bring herself to full boil and climax. “Ms Americana will hunt you down and you will spend the rest of your lives in prison.”

“I hope so, Bimbo Girl,” he said. “I really, really hope she hunts us down. Because we will be waiting, and more than ready to receive her.”

That thought was too much for her. Flag Girl felt a cold wave of fear and dread wash through her body, followed immediately by the vision of a naked, helpless Ms Americana locked down like she was and fucked into stupidity. The vision sent an erotic wave of heat throughout her body.

“Oh!” she gasped, feeling the tingling deep in her quivering belly become deeper, closer to that mad rush to climax her body so longed for every day and every night, but so rarely got. Now she realized she’d be having lots and lots of orgasms. Soon, she’d be fucked stupid and sold as a brainless bimbo whore to some despicable pimp. And that thought took her breath away completely, and she felt the tingle transform into that oh so dreaded rush. “Ms Americana! Forgive me!”

“She’s about to lose it, boys,” Dr. Drakes crowed. He reached over and seized her mask. “Let’s see who she really is before she becomes too stupid to care.”

“NO!”

“Yes,” he said, laughing.

Flag Girl panicked. She struggled frantically, but to no avail. Her helpless struggles only fired her libido more, leaving her at the very brink of climax. Only her will power kept her from falling off the precipice into utter ruin.

“Ok, Flag Girl’s secret identity really is…,” Dr. Drakes said dramatically as he pulled on the plain blue mask, “…is…..oh my god, it can’t be? Yes! You are Brenda Wade’s snotty little ward, Linda…Lindsey….no, LYDIA! Yes!” He paused, considering, then his face lit up. “That means Brenda Wade is Ms Americana!”

“NOOOOOO!” she cried, then lost complete control of her overheated and abused body. A climax the likes of which she’d never felt ripped through her sexy body. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Flag Girl felt a strange sensation deep in her head. She understood she was loosing knowledge and intelligence. Losing some of her ability to use knowledge intelligently. Also, she felt her own pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs as Harry continued to massage her clit and G-spot.

Harry stopped rubbing then. She gasped at the cessation of stimulation. Then she felt him maneuver himself up close and personal behind her. His erect cock slapped her twat, then began rubbing between her thighs. Flag Girl swallowed hard when she felt him seize his dick and lift it up to her cunt. He didn’t waste time.

“Ahhhhh,” she groaned as his thick member pushed deep into her vagina.

“You realize, don’t you, that you’re not entirely stupid yet, but not smart enough to be a super heroine anymore either,” Dr. Drakes said. “Even if you are rescued right now, Ms Americana will have to go on solo. You just don’t have the intelligence to pull it off anymore. And you can never get it back, either.” He grinned wickedly. “My newest formula is quite permanent.”

Dr. Drakes was thrilled to see the aphrodisiac was kicking in. With gusto, too. Flag Girl was gyrating her shapely hips and pushing back into Harry’s thrusts, to maximize her pleasure. From now on, the vanquished super heroine and beautiful ward of his ultimate enemy, Brenda Wade, would eager help in her own ravishment and destruction.

“Bastard…uuuhhhh,” she groaned. Her sopping pussy had let Harry impaled her completely. He was fucking her with the full length of his considerable dick. And it felt terribly good. So good. “So bad. You….will be….punished for this…ooooohhhhhh.”

Zzziiipppp!

He unbuckled the collar from around her slender neck, pulling her head over to his lap. She didn’t do anything but groan.

Dr. Drakes pulled his cock out and pressed the hot, rubbery head to her full red lips. Flag Girl opened her mouth and let him in without thought. It was the first time she’d ever sucked a man’s cock. She didn’t like the smell, but it tasted great. Flag Girl began to suck in earnest, eager to please since they were doing such great things to her pussy.

It all just felt so great. How could she resist? But Flag Girl knew she needed to, but the reason was kinda of confusing and murky. Then that tingle deep in her belly changed again, and she only had thoughts about making this next orgasm the best it could be.

“Eric, head for Wade Manor,” Dr. Drakes said, a gleam in his eyes. He then grabbed Flag Girls bouncy ponytail and used it to control the speed she bobbed up and down his cock. “My vengeance will be complete!”

# # #

Ms Americana’s eyes flashed.

“Finally!” she cried when she heard a faint beep from the homing device.

There was a five mile range on the homing device she secretly placed in Flag Girl’s left boot heel. Even Flag Girl didn’t know about it. And now the homing device was finally within range. The locator’s screen showed an arrow pointing north, so Ms Americana turned north at the next intersection.

It had taken her so long to secure Ms Jamz that she almost lost Flag Girl’s signal. As it was, she had to circle around for thirty minutes before she picked up the very faint signal. Even so, she felt bad about tying Tami Jamz up and leaving her behind, then calling the police to go pick her up.

“Hold on, Flag Girl,” she said. “I’m coming as fast as I can.”

Soon, she found herself heading down a familiar highway. She scowled to think Dr. Drakes was operating out of a home near her own. But the facts said he was, since he was heading that way. Then she found herself taking the same exit she would normally take. And heading toward the most exclusive residential area in Delta City.

“Great Liberty! Dr. Drakes has unmasked Flag Girl and discovered our secret identities,” she cried, realization stunning her. “He’s heading for Wade Manor, expecting to ambush me when I return home after looking for Flag Girl.”

Her baby blues narrow dangerously.

“But Ms Americana is not so easily fooled,” she said.

She parked down the street from Wade Manor and went in afoot. The sprawling mansion was dark and brooding in the moonlight. The staff was long gone for the night. There was no live-in staff, since Ms Americana didn’t want to chance discovery of her late night comings and goings as the Queen of Justice.

Dr. Drakes’ van was found in the drive by the front door. There was no one inside or outside the van, but she made a chilling discovery inside the van -- Flag Girl’s discarded costume and mask, and a strange bondage looking setup built into the floor of the van. The inside of the van stank of stale sex.

“Foul beasts! What have you done to my Flag Girl?!?”

Ms Americana charged in the front door, ready to kick ass and take names.

No one to be seen.

“Where are you, Dr. Drakes?” she muttered, all senses alert.

Ms Americana spent a good thirty minutes searching the downstairs. She was completely taken by surprise when she didn’t find anyone lurking or hiding there. Which only meant they were upstairs. Probably waiting for her in ambush. She was sure Flag Girl wouldn’t divulge the existence or location of their secret suite of rooms where they changed and stored their crime-fighting computers. But Dr. Drakes’ insidious drug might make her so dumb she inadvertently told all of their secrets.

She didn’t take any chances. Ms Americana took the back stairs up. Then, as she eased down the dark hallway, she heard a noise behind Flag Girl’s door. It was Flag Girl grunting. The sexy super heroine could only think of one thing Dr. Drakes would be doing to Flag Girl that would make her perky sidekick grunt like that.

“Hello, Ms Americana,” Harry said from behind the Queen of Justice.

Ms Americana’s head whipped around, spotting two of Dr. Drakes’ henchmen. Both carried thick white clothes. A hint of chloroform reached her sensitive nose.

“That won’t work with me, miscreants,” she sneered.

“Miscreants?” Harry said, looking slightly puzzled. “Super heroines like to call honest, hard working men like us miscreants all the time. Personally, I haven’t the faintest idea what it means.”

The tall, skinny man next to him laughed. Then she heard two more men laughing behind her. She wondered where they came from. So quiet. And now she was confronted with four chloroform pad wielding goons.

“Most miscreants are pretty ignorant,” she replied.

“Again with the miscreant crap,” he said. “My name is Harry.” He indicated the man next to him. “This is Frank.” Then pointing to the two men on the other side of her, “And the twins are Chuck and Bob.”

“We’re the ones that took Flag Girl down,” Bob bragged.

“Yeah, Flag Bimbo also said the chloroform wouldn’t work on her. Hee hee,” Chuck said, grinning wickedly. “We reminded her of that several times as we FUCKED her STUPID.”

“Bastards!” Ms Americana cried and charged Chuck and Bob.

Both men charged her, chloroform soaked pads ready. She was just about to juke them and cut right, when both men cut away from each other sharply. Momentarily confused by this maneuver, she was caught unawares when they immediately cut back towards her. Bob went high and Chuck low as they plowed into her.

“Great Liberty!” she cried as she was bowled over by five hundred pounds of muscle bound men hitting her from different directions. Bob pinned her arms to her side, while Chuck held both of her legs together. “Let go, you vile miscreants. How dare you lay hands upon me.”

The two goons were overtaxed in their attempt to hold her down. She was just too strong for them. So they had no opportunity to clamp the chloroform pads over her nose and mouth. But she heard the other two coming fast.

“I’m not that easy,” Ms Americana said, spreading her arms and breaking Bob’s grip easily. She shoved him away as he groped frantically for a hold on her. Unfortunately, he did manage to seize her bikini top right between her titanic tits just as she pushed him away with all her strength. Bob flew down the hallway, straight into Harry and Frank, leaving them all in a pile of angry men. She felt her tits pop out and bounce in the air. “My top!”

Her bikini top was still in Bob’s clenched fist. He leered victoriously at her from beneath the pile. She snarled at him, nose crinkled and baby blues blazing. But Chuck was still holding her legs together. So she forced them apart, and quickly broke his grip.

Chuck reacted differently than his twin. Instead of trying to get hold of her, he punched her right in the pussy. Intense pain ripped up her body. He had found her most sensitive spot. A spot so sensitive to touch and pain that even her power belt was no defense against a blow there. Her clitoris.

“Ugh!” she cried, stunned with one leg still high in the air and her pubic mount totally exposed to attack.

Chuck punched her again, this time striking her with the edge of his second knuckles in a knife like punch that produced a pain ten times worse than the first punch.

“Uuugghhhhh!” she cried out again, but moved this time.

Rolling over to all fours, legs still wide apart, she prepared to rise to her feet. But Chuck was faster, and rolled to his feet first. He immediately kicked her in the twat with his steel toed boots. Ms Americana fell to her belly in soul numbing pain. She clawed at the carpet desperately.

“Get her while she’s down!” Harry cried.

Chuck seized her around her narrow waist and lifted Ms Americana high in the air. Her arms and feet cartwheeled a moment. Then Frank and Bob each seized a wrist and hung on for dear life. Every time she tried to pull free, using her superior strength, they just moved in, giving ground until her arm was all the way back to her body, then they would use all their strength to pull her arm back out.

Out of the corner of her eye Ms Americana spotted Harry collecting a couple of the dropped chloroform pads. Her heart raced and she began to pant. If they captured her, she would be injected and forced to climax over and over, until she was a mindless sex object to be whored out with impunity. The idea of serving men mindlessly with her body, to gratify them sexually to their heart’s content, sickened her. But at the same time, she felt a tingle erupt deep in her belly, causing her pussy to tingle and moisten in anticipation.

As Harry turned toward her everything came completely into focus. Not just her fate if captured, but what she had to do to avoid that gruesome fate. She stopped struggling. The three men holding her started to smile in victory, then she snapped her head straight back.

“Aaiiee!” Chuck cried out, his nose smashed flat by her super powered head butt.

He released her and fell back. With her feet on the floor again, Ms Americana had the leverage to use her super strength to its full advantage. She kicked out left, then right, smashing the two men away from her.

Suddenly, all the men raced past her to crowd around Harry. The leader of Drakes’ goons scowled at them, then at her. Ms Americana graced him with a crooked grin.

“You didn’t really think you four could capture me, did you?” she said haughtily. “I’m the premier super heroine in the world. I’m the Queen of Justice, and Justice will always prevail.”

The door into Lydia’s bedroom suite opened and another goon walked out. He closed the door behind himself. But what her eyes focused on was the syringe in his hand.

“Ah, Eric has finally graced us with his presence,” Harry said caustically. “We would’ve had her if we just had one more man ten seconds ago, dude.”

“Hey, it was my turn to fuck the blonde bimbo, dickweed,” Eric said. Then he turned to leer at Ms Americana. “I claim first rights on her, after Dr. Lobotomizer finishes with her, of course.”

“Hey, you know the rules,” Harry said. “Who ever is responsible for capturing her gets first rights. And you haven’t done shit yet.”

“I will,” Eric said, lifting up the syringe. “The aphrodisiac in the lobotomizing drug will be her downfall. Hell, she’ll probably just surrender to get sexual relief after this kicks in.”

They all laughed knowingly at that comment.

“You have a point there, dude.”

“I wonder how well that drug works on men,” Ms Americana said, taking a step towards them. As a whole, they all stepped back. “Perhaps after I capture you, I will inject you all and hire hookers to come over and fuck you all night long, then see how bright and clever you are in the morning.”

Eric shrugged, “Sure, Ameri-tits, go for it. But the drug is perfect. It ONLY works on women.”

Ms Americana started walking towards them, fists clenched and eyes blazing. She glanced at Lydia’s door briefly, but continued after Drakes’ henchmen. She couldn’t afford to have such dangerous men loose behind her. Between the chloroform and lobotomizing drug they’d be a danger to her once she began tangling with Dr. Drakes and trying to rescue Lydia.

But a deep part of her was terribly disappointed and frightened. If Eric was telling the truth, then her only hope of wiping the secret of her true identity was gone. She’d pinned her hopes of taking away their knowledge.

<I’ll worry about that later,> she thought, focusing on the men before her. <I’ll have plenty of time to find a satisfactory resolution after I’ve captured them and freed sweet Lydia.>

Ms Americana continued to advance slowly, and they continued to retreat slowly, step for step. She enjoyed the fear she evoked in them. It felt good to see big, strong men cowering before a woman. A superior woman, of course, but a woman nonetheless. She hoped they remembered this moment for the rest of their lives. Then …..a pin prick in her left butt cheek.

“Surprise, Ms Americana,” Dr. Drakes said from behind her. She felt him press the plunger, sending the insidious drug deep into her buttocks. “Or should I say, Brenda Wade.”

She spun around, a look of horror on her beautiful masked face. Dr. Drakes jumped back timidly, an empty syringe in his right hand. He grinned smugly at her when she only stood and gawked at him in utter shock. Then she felt another prick in her right cheek. An arm wrapped around her throat and pulled her in tight as she felt the drug injected into her slowly.

“Oopsy, you fucked up again, Ms Ameri-bimbo-to-be,” Eric sneered into her ear.

“No!” she cried, and flipped him over herself and onto the floor. “Great Liberty, I’ve received a double dose!”

Both butt cheeks were burning deep within. She could feel the double dose of Drakes’ insidious drug spreading throughout her shapely body. Her exposed 44DDs felt heavier and more sensitive all of a sudden. She didn’t know if it was her body’s natural arousal since it obviously expected to be fucked. Or if Drakes’ horribly wicked drug was spreading that fast, affecting her body that quickly. Either way, her nipples were erect and her twat was burning and starting to get very wet.

“You….oohhh….you cannot defeat me with an insidious aphrodisiac,” she gasped out, then forced herself into her classic super heroine pose. “I am the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana. I will not be defeated so easily, Dr. Drakes.”

“Get in there and play with Ms Ameri-horny, boys,” Dr. Drakes said, grinning lecherously. “Get her blood pumping and that’ll quicken the effects of the drug.”

Chuck leapt forward, and kicked Ms Americana in her shapely rump. She stumbled forward, confused and in pain. But the attack helped her focus again, and it was becoming harder and harder to focus. Turning on Chuck, she grabbed him by the shirt collar and ran him into the wall. Then she kicked out and caught his twin in the belly as Bob raced in. Harry and Frank were right behind Bob, and leaped upon her.

Harry punched her left tit, then Frank kneed her in the groin. She backhanded Harry, then punched Frank in the face. As Frank stood there stunned, she brought her knee up into his groin, doubling him over. And then she turned on Dr. Drakes, who was helping Eric up.

“Nice tits, Ms Ameri-titty,” Dr. Drakes said.

Both of Ms Americana’s hands reached up and clutched at her exposed tits. It felt good, and she instinctively squeezed them. That felt better, so she squeezed harder. Then she began to caress them lovingly, stroking them just so. And she very quickly felt her libido energize, exploding deep within her belly and frightening her.

“See that, boys, she’s almost out of control with need and desire,” Drakes crowed with delight. “If we wait long enough, the mighty Queen of Justice will be BEGGING us to fuck her.”

“Never!” she cried. Harry chose that very moment to rise up behind her on his knees, grab both sides of her red, white and blue bikini bottoms and pull straight down. She tried to step forward before she realized what he’d done, and found her ankles caught up in her bottoms. “What?!? Oh!”

Ms Americana fell tits first. Harry and Frank immediately leaped atop her. Then Eric and Bob joined them.

“Hold her down, boys,” Drakes called. “I want to put some aphrodisiac ointment on her cunt.”

“No! Don’t,” she cried, struggling beneath the pile of criminals. They were grabbing and groping her, and it felt too good. The sexy super heroine knew without a doubt she was highly vulnerable to their touch. It would be too easy to surrender and let them have their way. The urge was growing stronger within to do just that. “STOP TOUCHING ME!”

“There, take that Brenda Wade,” Dr. Drakes said, spreading ointment all over her cunt, then rubbing it in. He even penetrated her vagina, rubbing the ointment all over her sacred G-Spot. “That ought to take care of you, bitch.”

Pure desperation gave her the strength to throw the grasping, groping men off her body. Ms Americana leapt to her booted feet and looked around wild-eyed through tousled black hair. It was not going as it should’ve. Geeky Dr. Drakes should’ve been easy to catch.

“Ooohhhh,” she groaned, reaching down to cup her throbbing twat. “What have you done to me?”

Pussy juices were flowing, dripping down her inner thighs. It couldn’t have been worse for her than if they were already well mounted and fucking the shit out of her pussy. It never felt that hot and needy when she indulged herself with the ten inch dildo.

“Hmmmmm,” she groaned when she thought about the giant dildo in her nightstand drawer. She glanced at her door, wondering if she could go get it. So close. Then she rubbed her fingers across her hypersensitive pussy lips. “Aaaiieee. Ooohhh, Great Liberty.”

Ms Americana fell to her knees before the leering white slavers and Dr. Drakes. They were all forgotten as her index finger move straight to her clit and began to rub. That hot tingle intensified, pulling gasp after gasp from her slightly parted red lips.

“Great Liberty, I’m about to cum,” she cried, jerking her hand away. Her cunt throbbed and ached, right on the brink of climax. Just another stroke or two, and she’d fall over the edge and achieve orgasm.

“Ms Americana, look,” Harry called.

“Lydia!”

Harry had Lydia. All she wore were her Flag Girl blue choker, and red boots and opera gloves. The only other thing she had on her shapely teenage body was shimmering sweat. The beautiful blonde wore a very satisfied, beatific look.

“Submit, or your sexy ward and sidekick will be killed,” Dr. Drakes threatened. Harry put a pistol to Lydia’s head. “It doesn’t matter if she dies. You are the one we want.”

“Let her go and I will surrender to you,” Ms Americana said. She bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to reach down and touch herself again. She so needed it. Needed relief so badly. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“I know you will,” Dr. Drakes said, coming up close behind her. He pushed her forward onto all fours. “Just you relax and this will go very well for you.”

Drakes pushed her knees apart and knelt between her legs. She arched her back involuntarily, giving him easier access to her cunt. He began rubbing that exposed, throbbing pussy. She writhed and groaned, helpless to even consider saving herself. It had begun, she knew and understood her ultimate fate, but was emotionally and physically helpless to stop it.

Drakes quickly brought her up to the very brink, then seized his cock and pressed it up against her pussy. Ms Americana gasped, held her breath. This was the moment of truth. She glanced over her shoulder, saw the look of utter victory and self-satisfaction spread across his bug ugly, geeky face.

“Good-bye, Americana,” Drakes said and thrust into her hot, wet pussy. Ms Americana’s spectacular body tensed, her back arched some more. He went in all the way on the first stroke, so pulled almost all the way out, and then thrust all the way back in. He pulled off her mask, and shouted, “Good-bye, Brenda Wade.” Then he pulled out, and started a frantic pumping action. “Hello brainless bimbo slut!”

“Great Liberty, I’m doomed,” Ms Americana whispered. She felt the tingling turn into that infectious, mad rush to climax. And when it ripped through her overheated, oversexed body, it ripped her soul and will power to shreds. “Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”

“One notch down on the intellectual evolutionary scale,” Dr. Drakes said, laughing as he continued to pump in and out, in and out. “Good lord, you boys have got to feel how her pussy quivers and spasms around your cock when she climaxes. Wow!”

“Great Liberty, please, you’re breaking me,” she cried. “I can’t take it. It’s too much. You’re destroying me.”

“Exactly!” Dr. Drakes said. He slapped her left ass cheek, then the right. “Wahoo! I’m fucking Ms Americana AND Brenda Wade stupid at the same time!”

It was too much for Ms Americana. Her body was too consumed by his wicked drug, and it was too much sex. She felt her body change, felt that heady rush to climax yet again.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried, then, “Oh my God! Oh!....My!....GAWD! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Shit, she ripped off two orgasms! What a raging slut,” Drakes crowed happily.

Drakes quickly pulled out, then rolled his greatest conquest over onto her back, legs spread wide. He spent a few minutes fondling, kissing and sucking on her 44DDs, then he mounted her pussy again. Then he started fucking her, watching her beautiful face the whole time.

“How smart are you now?” he asked. “Can you add two plus two? Can you count to ten?”

“Fuck you,” Ms Americana said. She didn’t know how dumb she was. How could she tell? But she was still intelligent enough to know what was happening, though she was still helpless to stop it. Drakes wasn’t sating her needs, just stoking the fires. “Fuck harder.”

Moments later, Drakes lost his battle to prolong the glorious fucking of his most hated enemy. When she felt him spewing his seed deep within her belly, Ms Americana lost it again.

Harry and Frank took Drakes’ place. She was forced to all fours again. Harry shoved his rancid cock down her throat right after Frank pushed deep within her pussy. They fucked her in unison, ripping another five climaxes out of her overheated body. Then Chuck and Bob took their turns. Chuck went for the BJ, and Bob fucked her up the ass. Then Drakes came back for a BJ, while Eric fucked her cunt long and hard doggie style.

“Look at her go,” Drakes said as she sucked his dick with wild abandon. “I think we have achieved brainless fuck machine, boys. Talk about two birds with one stone, we took out Brenda Wade AND Ms Americana today, not to mention Flag Girl.”

“Speaking of Flag Girl,” Harry said, grinning lecherously. “What about us enjoying a little girl-on-girl action?”

The thought was too erotic for Drakes and he lost his wad into her mouth. Ms Americana licked him clean without bidding, then looked around for the next cock to suck. But they waited until Eric finished, pulling two more climaxes from her.

“Lydia, go eat the pretty brunette’s pussy,” Drakes commanded Flag Girl.

“Eat pussy?” Flag Girl said, smiling at Ms Americana laying before her, legs spread wide and masturbating without prompting. “Mmmm, sexy girl.”

“Brenda, do you want pretty little Lydia to eat your pussy?” Drakes asked.

“Mmmm, yes,” Ms Americana purred. “Very pretty girl. So pretty.”

Flag Girl was led over and forced to kneel between Ms Americana’s mile long legs. She didn’t need any more encouragement than that. The sexy blonde teenager immediately spread Ms Americana’s pink pussy lips wide and started licking. They watched Ms Americana writhe and cry out in pleasure as her former ward and protégé ate her out with enthusiasm. The vanquished junior super heroine quickly licked all the cooling, drying cum off, cleaning Ms Americana from knee to cunt and back down to the other knee. Then she licked, kissed and nibbled her way up to her mentor’s face, where then spend ten minutes sucking face.

They had to break that up, so Ms Americana could repeat the favor by eating out Flag Girl’s sloppy pussy. They watched the two women for an hour, before starting to pass them around again.

# # #

The auction was held at Wade Manor, just one week after Ms Americana and Flag Girl were captured. Dr. Drakes, A.K.A. Dr. Lobotomizer, invited all the most notorious and infamous pimps, madams, gang-bangers and mobsters. They sipped Brenda Wade’s finest wines as they listened to fine music and discussed the upcoming momentous event.

Everyone was quite excited. Few were there to actually do any bidding. Most just wanted to see for themselves that Ms Americana and Flag Girl was captured, lobotomized and harmless. And they wanted to watch as their fate was sealed - sold into the life of prostitution they so despised.

“So, Dr. Lobotomizer, everyone is here. When are we going to see the legendary Queen of Justice, and her annoying sidekick, the Princess of Pain-in-the-Butt?” Kid Rotten asked.

“I see no reason to make you wait any longer,” Dr. Lobotomizer said magnanimously. “Everyone, if you will please follow me, we will begin the auction.”

He led them down an ornate hallway, past priceless paintings and other artwork. Ms Wade was quite a collector. And her taste was exquisite. The upper floors had already been stripped of all valuables and sold. After tonight, the rest of her fabulous collection would be removed and sold overseas to private collectors.

<I’ll be a multi-millionaire many times over when this is all said and done,> Dr. Drakes thought happily.

Dr. Lobotomizer led them all to a small auditorium, with a small stage and very comfortable seating. Once everyone was seated he pressed the remote and the crimson curtains pulled back.

“Whoa!” Kid Rotten exclaimed.

Everyone was immediately on their feet gawking. Never had they expected to see such a glorious, erotic sight. Both Ms Americana and Flag Girl were on their knees up on stage, in their full costumes and masks. But Ms Americana’s bikini bottoms were pulled to the side, so she could “bounce” up and down upon a huge red dildo fastened to the floor. Flag Girl’s skin tight, micro mini was hiked up to reveal her blonde pussy, and showing her bouncing up and down upon a massive black dildo fastened to the floor.

Both former super heroines had beatific looks upon their beautiful masked faces as they pleasured themselves. Their gloved hands were free. Ms Americana had one had messaging her clit, while the other fondled her 44DDs. Flag Girl was pinching and pulling her erect nipples. And both women were making pathetic mewing noises in their intense pleasure.

“Behold, the once mighty and feared super heroines -- Ms Americana and Flag Girl,” Dr. Lobotomizer said. “Reduced to beautiful, horny, fuck machines. They live only to fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“The perfect whores,” Kid Rotten said, eyes gleaming at the sight before him.

“Exactly,” Dr. Lobotomizer said, grinning. “Probably not the best girls for street walking, but perfect for brothels where the pimp or madam controls access and payment. Because those two will do ANYTHING sexually asked of them. They aren’t bright enough to tell time or know when their clients are finished and should go. They just FUCK.”

They all watched them bouncing up and down upon their respective dildos for a few minutes, in absolute silence. Except for the vanquished super heroines’ panting, gasping and mewing noises. Oh, and the “squishing” noise of massive dildos moving in and out of well-lubed pussies.

“I’ll give you five thousand a piece,” Madam Chambers called.

The bidding went on for an hour, with some stops to watch the two go girl-on-girl, then later to watch them give head to some men of the audience. Finally, the bidding petered out and a final bid was given.

“Going once! Going twice! Anyone? All right, going three times,” Dr. Lobotomizer shouted joyfully. “SOLD for five hundred and twenty-five thousand each to Madam Chambers and the House of Ecstasy!” He glanced back at the two sex starved super heroines. “And I can guarantee you all, I’ll be one of their first customers! I highly recommend them to everyone.”

THE END