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MS AMERICANA: TABITHA'S TOY
By Dark One
The Queen of Justice knelt, hands behind her head. Her chin was held high and proud, and her
legendary 44DDs were thrust out. Behind
her blue, star-spangled mask the sexy super heroine glared defiantly at her old
enemy -- Mistress Tabitha. Ms Americana
was in her legendary costume -- red, white and blue strapless top and matching
bottoms, red stiletto calf boots with white stripe up the front and around the
top, red gauntlet gloves, blue choker, red star earrings and golden tiara with
a red star. Everything was in place, and
perfect, except her power belt.
Ms Americana was meeting her hated foe under a flag of
truce, and one of the conditions set down for the meeting was that the Queen of
Justice come sans power belt, or remove it during the meeting. Since she feared they would try to steal the
all important belt, Ms Americana chose to leave it in the truck of her car.
The kneeling part, of course, hadn't been part of the
bargain. But once there, it was either
comply or leave. Though, her immediate
departure would likely have been contested.
Besides, she was the one to ask for the meeting, the one needing
Mistress Tabitha's help.
Mistress Tabitha was a tall redhead with sapphire blue eyes
and a super heroine body -- 33DD-24-36.
At five foot eleven, her red leather clad body was two inches shy of Ms
Americana's height. She was a lifetime
denizen of Sugar Town, born there of a prostitute mother and pimp father. Like her mother and three younger sisters,
Tabitha became a prostitute, but she veered off the family path around twenty,
when she trained to be a dominatrix and found her true calling. Soon, she was Delta City's top dominatrix,
and then showed enormous business savvy when she saved and invested her money,
and opened the House of Joy Brothel by the age of twenty-five. After five years in business, she owned many
brothels, strip clubs and other sex industry businesses in Sugar Town and other
red light districts in Delta City. She
was second only to King Pimp, who was her pimp at one time, in the Delta City
sex industry.
"Of all our many meetings over the years, Ms
Americana, I'm enjoying this one the most," Mistress Tabitha said, leering
down at the legendary super heroine's submissive pose.
"I bet you do," Ms Americana said
contemptuously. "But I'm not here
to be leered at by you or your minions.
I'm here on mutually beneficial business."
"What could possibly be of mutual benefit to both you
and I?"
"You're ex-husband escaped from prison," Ms
Americana said, smiling to see the look of shock and fear spread across the
gorgeous redhead's face.
Mistress Tabitha's ex-husband, Trevor Trent, was a brutal
pimp that Ms Americana put behind bars eleven years back, freeing up his
ambitious top girl and wife, Tabitha, to pursue other roads to success. Besides being a pimp, he was a raging
misogynist, who routinely beat Tabitha and all of his girls, whether they
performed to his demands or not. Ms
Americana finally got the goods on him when he beat one of his girls to death,
in front of witnesses. Tabitha was one
of the witnesses, and she testified for the state to put him away. He was supposed to spend life in prison
without parole, but apparently he proved clever enough to escape.
"When did Trev get out?" Mistress Tabitha said,
gnawing on her dark red lower lip.
"He escaped about six o'clock this morning," Ms
Americana said. It was noon. The prison was five hours drive away. So there was the possibility he had been in
Delta City for an hour, at most. "We
both know he'll head straight back to you."
The normally cool and in control dominatrix hesitated, pale
and swallowed hard.
"Perhaps. I
doubt it, though. He's not stupid, you
know," Mistress Tabitha said, regaining her composure. She turned her eyes to Ms Americana and
smiled wickedly. Delicately placing her
red, shiny spike-heeled boot on the Queen of Justice's chest, so that the five
inch stiletto vanished deep into her old foe's deep cleavage, she smacked her
matching riding crop into her ungloved hand and said, "Why are you
here? Surely you don't care what happens
to me." She laughed. "No, not little ole me. No, I suspect you remember how brutally you
beat him, how publicly you HUMILIATED him, before you arrested him. Now THAT is something Trev would brood about,
something he would seek vengeance for.
You want me to help save your skin."
The sexy super heroine harrumphed. <How absurd!> she thought.
"My…uh, 'skin' is safe enough, Tabitha," Ms
Americana said, baby blues flashing. She
was not humiliating herself to be scoffed at by Sugar Town riffraff. "I am more interested in capturing him
and returning him to prison than your health and welfare. But I believe he will make a beeline straight
back to his beloved wife. I know he
contested the divorce. I suspect he
believes anything you own belongs to him, because he believes YOU still belong
to him."
"I’m sure he knows that I am surrounded by security
here, too," Tabitha said. "I
am safe enough, even if he does try to 'take me back.' Besides, I told him in no uncertain terms we
were through."
"He's obsessed with you," Ms Americana said. "I have it on good authority that he
wrote you almost every day, telling you of his plans for the two of you."
"I returned the letters unread."
"He is still obsessed enough to keep writing."
"Then he's a fool and delusional."
"Yes! But he is
also brutal and merciless, and he holds a grudge," Ms Americana said. "You insulted him worse than anyone,
even more so that what I did to him. You
divorced him. You REJECTED and left him. That, I don't see him forgetting or
forgiving."
"And I don't see it as a problem," Mistress
Tabitha said, and thrust Ms Americana to her back with her foot. The statuesque super heroine pushed herself
up onto her elbows and looked up at the hated brothel owner. "But I see you as an asset. Another warm body to PIMP out and make big
bucks."
Ms Americana's arrogant glare vanished, replaced by a look
of confusion, then outrage. The drop
dead gorgeous femme fatale tried to roll to her feet, but Mistress Tabitha's
boys seized her and held the hapless heroine down easy enough since she
foolishly agreed to meet without her power belt.
"I do have to thank you for handing yourself
fucklicious self over to me on a silver platter like this," Tabitha said,
smirking.
"You can't do this to me! I came here under a flag of truce," Ms
Americana declared, baby blues flashing.
She paused to struggled a long moment, but couldn't break free of the
men's determined grip. "You can't
break the truce."
"Did anyone see a flag of truce? See ANY flag?
I didn't think so," Tabitha said.
"Okay, no flag, no truce. I
win. You lose. Now you are mine to do with as I see
fit."
She signaled her men and Ms Americana was pulled to her
feet. Once again, the beautiful,
statuesque super heroine struggled, fighting with all she had, but the big,
muscle-bound men held fast and she accomplished nothing but tousling her silky
black hair. Well, and aroused Mistress
Tabitha and the other men watching.
"I like the way your body moves," Tabitha said,
tapping the super heroine's 44DDs with her riding crop. Then she used the crop to lift Ms Americana's
chin. "Pretty lips, too. I can't wait to see them wrapped around a
cock, sliding up and down that meaty shaft."
"You won't get away with this, Tabitha," Ms
Americana declared angrily, baby blues flashing. "No one will believe your word is good
anymore."
"Um….I'm a madam, Ms Ameri-TWIT. A criminal.
I think everyone will shake their head in disbelief that YOU trusted
me," Tabitha said. "That was
pretty stupid."
"But your clients expect discretion and secrecy,"
Ms Americana said.
"Ah, true. But
I've NEVER betrayed a client, and they know that," she said. "I spent six months in county, thanks to
YOU and my refusal to turn state's evidence against some of Delta City's social
and business pillars. The DA was REALLY Jonesing for a shot at prosecuting a big name."
Ms Americana grimaced.
She didn't know the DA offered that deal. It didn’t surprise her, though, for the DA
was a glory hound who didn't care who he hurt to achieve his political goals. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to care about
the letter of the law either. He even went
after her alter ego, Brenda Wade, once, but failed miserably.
"You're making a big mistake, Mistress Tabitha,"
Ms Americana said when the red leather clad dominatrix and brothel owner rubbed
her suddenly hypersensitive pubic mound with her riding crop.
"Perhaps, but what a delicious mistake, don't you
think?" Mistress Tabitha purred prettily.
Her left hand reached out suddenly, and unsnapped the fastener between
the sexy super heroine's titanic tits. A
second later her massive mammaries popped out and dropped before the brothel
owner's excited eyes. They all enjoyed
how the full, firm white globes jiggled.
"Oh, yes, you are magnificent!
I'll make a fortune whoring you off."
"Monster! I
will not be whored off, as you so crudely suggest," Ms Americana
growled. "I am the premier super
heroine of Delta City. I am the Queen of
Justice, Ms Americana! My body is NOT
for the pleasure of oversexed men, or for the PROFIT of vile brothel
owners."
"I beg to differ on that, Ms Amazingbody,"
Mistress Tabitha said, and gave another signal.
The sexy and topless Queen of Justice felt hands on her
hips, then her bottoms were yanked down to her booted feet. A second later she was lifted out of the
bottoms, and borne backwards. Seconds
later she found herself atop a bistro table, and one of Mistress Tabitha's big
goons between her legs. He was
naked. Her jaw dropped and her baby
blues widened at she locked on the sight of his ten inch cock, already dripping
pre-cum in his excitement.
"No! It's too
big," Ms Americana cried as he snugged up between her thighs and guided
that monster cock straight to her glistening pussy lips. She gasped when he rubbed the cock head up
and down her cunt lips, then pushed into the hot, wet slit and rubbed it some
more. The pleasure was almost more than
she could believe. Why was her body
reacting at all? Why did butterflies
erupt deep in her belly, while her shapely body was infused with erotic heat? Then he penetrated about three inches. "Great Liberty, I've been impaled! My beautiful, sacred body is being VIOLATED!"
"Lord, Mistress, she's TIGHT," the goon groaned
happily.
"You're doing a splendid job, Bull," she
said. "Now fuck her stupid for
me."
"My pleasure, Mistress."
He started pumping.
Ms Americana gasped and groaned, feeling what little strength she had
draining from her body the deep her pushed.
Her perfect pink nipples hardened and jutted out to everyone's delight. Soon, the butterflies were burned away as
liquid heat consumed her beautiful body.
The sexy super heroine's back arched and she writhed helplessly beneath
him. Within a dozen strokes Bull was
fully inside her, and began a slow, deep stroke that drove her wild.
"Great Liberty!" she cried. "You have to stop before you destroy
me!"
Instead, Mistress Tabitha commanded Bull fuck her harder
and faster. Ms Americana cried out as
that additional stimulation hit her. The
beautiful brothel owner leaned over and began to fondle Ms Americana's big,
jostling tits. She cried out with
pleasure when Tabitha rolled her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger,
then leaned down and sucked in a nipple.
"OOoooooh," Ms
Americana cried. "Not….right…..oooohhh." Then
Mistress Tabitha reached down between her legs, and found her engorged, highly
sensitive clitoris. The oversexed super
heroine's eyes went wide when she started rubbing the clit. "Don't touch me….ah….THERE! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Her clit had always been way too sensitive. Now Mistress Tabitha knew.
That orgasm sucked all of the vivacious vigilante's
strength. Sucked her completely
dry. Sex and climaxes were her Achilles'
Heel. Everyone knew it was the easiest,
best and FUNNEST way to bring a super heroine down and to heel. That climax definitely took the fight out of
Ms Americana, leaving her feeling all tingly good and weak as a new born
kitten.
Mistress Tabitha continued to suck on the shapely super
heroine's nipple and masturbate her for another five minutes, ripping another
seven climaxes from her quivering, sweat-soaked body. Then she took Ms Americana's face in both
hands and looked into her longtime nemesis's glazed over eyes. Ms Americana's full red lips were slightly
parted and trembling. Too delicious to
pass up.
"You belong to me now, Ms Americana," Tabitha
said, and kissed her long and hard.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Ms
Americana groaned wantonly.
That wet, wicked lipstick kiss pushed Ms Americana over the
top again, and she screamed her orgasm into Mistress Tabitha's mouth. But it didn't break the kiss, and their full
lips continued to slide greasily over each other for long, long minutes.
Ms Americana knew it was wrong, but she so LOVED that
kiss. She felt so good, so loved,
especially due to Bull's big cock hammering her cunt so long and hard. Between the dominatrix and the good sound
fucking, they were pulling a climax out of her every thirty seconds or so. And it felt DIVINE!
"Ooooh, yes," Bull
finally grunted, and the helpless heroine felt him gusher deep inside of her
body.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh….Uuuugggggggggghhhhhh," Ms Americana groaned, consumed
by a pair of climaxes in quick succession.
"Great Liberty, I've been TAMED!
Tamed! I am ruined."
"So true," Mistress Tabitha said. She stepped back and pointed to the floor
with her riding crop. "Kneel and
submit, Ms Americana."
The Queen of Justice was pushed off the bistro table and
fell to her knees before the once hated, now feared, brothel owner. Her baby blue locked on that wicked looking
riding crop as she licked full, tingling lips.
She understood that in her weakened state that application of that
riding crop upon her shapely body would be devastating. Her throat tightened as she rose up on her
knees before the sexy redheaded dominatrix.
"Mistress Tabitha….I….I ….submit," she stammered,
the admission a gut punch to her body and her previously indomitable spirit. "M-Mistress, I am yours."
Mistress Tabitha grinned victoriously and moved one booted
foot forward. Ms Americana looked down
at it, licked her trembling lips and leaned over it. They all watched with bated breath as the
legendary Queen of Justice struggled with performing that utterly submissive,
slavish act. To do it was to admit total
defeat and subjugation. If she licked
that sexy boot, then it meant she had accepted her fate, that she KNEW in her
heart she was a pathetic sex slave.
A single tear rolled down Ms Americana's cheek as she
gently pressed her lips to the toe of that shiny boot. Then her pink tongue slipped out for a
tentative lick. The evil men watching
sucked in a hard breath. She licked
again. And again. Then she started licking harder, going from
toe to ankle with each lick.
"Uuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh,"
she groaned, climaxing as she licked.
And she began licking with gusto.
"You are mine," Mistress Tabitha said. She reached down and buckled a very wide
leather collar around Ms Americana's slender neck, then attacked a leash. "My fuck toy."
The vanquished vigilante spent the next two and a half
hours answering all the needs, desires and yearnings of Mistress Tabitha's
goons. Every bouncer, bartender and
handler in the House of Joy came back to her private room to enjoy Ms
Americana's defeat and subjugation into sexual slavery.
Once they were through, Ms Americana was cleaned up and her
makeup fixed. Then Mistress Tabitha led
her out into the main parlor on leash and chain. The reaction of the whores and johns was
immediate and intense. They were all
thrilled to see the woman most responsible for fighting prostitution in Delta
City finally brought down and forced into the profession she so despised.
"Boys and girls, I'd like to show you my newest
plaything," Mistress Tabitha said.
"Behold, the former Queen of Justice, Ms Americana. See how the mighty has fallen, from premier
super heroine, to Tabitha's toy."
Ms Americana was led to a table, and ordered to kneel atop
it. Once there, her mistress conducted a
short auction, to see which john got to HIRE her first. Which paying john would truly initiate her
into the world and profession of prostitution.
A local banker, about fifty, balding, rail thin and tall, won the
bidding with twenty-four hundred dollars cash.
He paid Mistress Tabitha and Ms Americana was hired.
"Hello, Master," Ms Americana said. "H-How do you want me?"
He dropped his pants and boxers, to reveal a raging
hard-on. Then he sat down and grinned
lustily as he stared at her 44DDs.
"I want a lap dance that ends with you fucking
me," he said.
"DJ! Play a
long, sensual dance song for Ms Americana!" Mistress Tabitha called. "Let's see what kind of whore she's been
hiding behind that costume and mask."
Mistress Tabitha held onto the leash as the song started
and Ms Americana lifted her arms overhead and closed her eyes. Once she knew which song was playing, she
understood what the tempo of the dance would be. Then she began, writhing sexily before the
banker, giving him the show he paid for.
And thus she began her first 'sex show' at the House of Joy.
The debauched and cast down super heroine danced around the
seated john, ignoring how his hands reached out to squeeze her huge, jiggling
tits and pinch her shapely ass. She made
sure her 44DDs brushed against his face as she moved behind him. Then back in front she straddled his lap and
really began a sensuous dance of need and lust.
Her needs and lust were very powerful at that moment.
Ms Americana rubbed her warm, silky soft titties in her
hungry face, squealing whenever he licked or nibbled on them. Once he was into squeezing, fondling and
otherwise manhandling her super sensitive tits, she lowered her body until her
twat was rubbing up and down, back and forth across his rock-hard cock and
balls.
"Mount me.
Quick," he groaned.
The Queen of Justice, now Tabitha's Toy, reached down and took
hold of the banker's cock, then guided it up and into her pussy. She slowly lowered herself upon that cock,
impaling her statuesque body. Once he
was half inside her, she began to bounce up and down, driving him deeper and
deeper as she went, making the strokes longer and longer. Her own body was at the brink of climax the
second she impaled herself, but it was all about HIM having pleasure, not her,
so she fought it back as best she could.
She understood she couldn't last long, though.
"Ugh! Oh, yes! Yes! I
fucked Ms Americana!" he cried, spurting deep inside her body. "Oh, it was worth every penny,
too."
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
she cried, the climax finally bowling her over.
"Ooooooooh."
"Ok, boys, it's one hundred dollars a pop on Lil Cock
Candy Girl here," Tabitha said, patting Ms Americana's jiggling tits as
both she and her first john panted from their exertions. "Who's first?"
"Me!" a big Hispanic man called.
He gave Mistress Tabitha one hundred dollars, then pulled
Ms Americana off the banker's lap and cock by her silky black hair. She was forced to bend over a chair and grab
hold of the arms while he unzipped and pulled out a huge cock. A second later it plunged deep into her still
quivering pussy.
"Uuuugghhh," she
groaned. "Ooooh,
so gooood."
"You like that, huh?" he said.
"Yes, Master."
"I thought you would, puta," he said, and pulled
out. "Then you'll really love
THIS."
He shoved his oversized cock straight up to, and into her
ass. She wasn't expecting that.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
It felt like she was being ripped in half. The pain was incredible. She was incapable of moving for the first
couple of minutes, then the pain transformed into pleasure. Pleasure almost as intense as the pain had
been.
"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh,"
she groaned wantonly. "Great
Liberty, I am such a WHORE."
Her back arched and he reached around to grab her 44DDs. He buried his face in her silky hair,
starting to nibble and lick her ear as she exploded with one climax after
another for the next five minutes, until he finally lost his battle and creamed
her ass good. Then she was led around,
from man to man, john to john, for the next eight hours.
The Great and Mighty Ms Americana obediently, even eagerly,
pleased every john that paid for the singular pleasure of her luscious body. And there were a lot of men, especially as
word went out that she was plying the world’s oldest profession at the House of
Joy. Excited men flocked to the infamous
pleasure palace, and sexually satisfied men left.
It was late, past Mistress Tabitha’s usual bedtime. The main parlor was packed with lusty men,
enjoying the show as Ms Americana sucked and fucked all comers. Some remarked that is was the best show in
town, ever. She had to agree, but she
was growing tired. And the coup de grace
still had to be performed, to seal the Queen of Justice’s ultimate fate as her
fuck toy and whore.
Ms Americana had to be unmasked, and her True Identity
revealed to the world. After that, she
was fuck meat. Period. No going back. No salvation.
Fuck meat, pure and simple.
“Boys and girls, it is late. Your mistress and hostess is tired from an
especially satisfying day of sex, domination and degradation of her most hated
enemy, Ms Americana,” Mistress Tabitha called loudly to the room. They suddenly looked disheartened, and
groaned miserably. “Fear not, my boys! Ms Americana will be back tomorrow, bright
and early, to entertain and delight you all in the most sexual, most
delightfully demented manners imaginable.
But first, it is your great honor to witness the final nail in her super
heroine career’s coffin. The UNMASKING
of Ms Americana!”
Wild cheering and dancing erupted. Ms Americana, exhausted and still
discombobulated from over ten hours of sexual used and abuse licked sore red
lips and swallowed hard. She knew it was
bad, that she’d regret that night for the rest of her life, but she just didn’t
have the wherewithal to fight her mistress.
And, shamefully, she was afraid of Mistress Tabitha. She was terrified of displeasing her
mistress.
<Great Liberty, she’s brainwashing me into accepting
sexual servitude and slavery,> Ms Americana thought. She felt a little oomph at that thought, a
little of the old defiance. A little of
her old fire and grit. But then two
bouncers seized her arms and dragged her over to stand before Mistress Tabitha,
and held firm. <I’m too weak. Goddess, forgive me. I am tamed and deserve this terrible ignominy
she is forcing upon me. A fit punishment
for being a pathetic, wanton whore.>
Tabitha locked sapphire blue eyes on Ms Americana’s baby
blues, reached out a perfectly manicured hand, and slipped long delicate
fingers under the edge of the sexy super heroine’s blue, star-spangled
mask. Under the most famous mask in the
world. The brothel owner smiled as her
newest human sex toy’s expressive blue eyes widened in fear and dread, the
knowledge of her fall and degradation was about to be made permanent, absolute
“Ms Americana is….!” Mistress Tabitha cried and ripped off
the mask.
“Tabitha! You
bitch!” Trevor’s voice cried from the door.
“I’ve come for YOU!”
Ms Americana slapped her hands over her eyes, hiding
herself as Tabitha and everyone else in the main parlor gawked at the newest
arrival. He was six foot eleven inches of
muscle and rage. Mistress Tabitha
squeaked pathetically, consumed in mortal terror. The image of his fiery, murderous glare as
she testified against him ten years back flashed before her mind’s eye. Suddenly, bouncers leapt at him from both
sides. Patrons cried out and scrambled
for the exits. It was chaos, and Ms
Americana struck fast.
Lashing out with a foot, she caught Tabitha’s right wrist
with a painful kick that sent the blue, star-spangled mask flying across the
room. The Queen of Justice whipped her
head, causing her silky black hair to wrap around her naked face, then stomped
down with sharp five inch stilettos at the feet of the two bouncers still
holding her. They released her and
jumped back.
“Mercy!” Ms Americana cried, cowering as she dropped to her
knees between them and feigning terror.
That did the trick, for the bouncers immediately disregarded her as a
threat and dash into the fray with Tabitha’s ex. Baby blues flashing, the sexy super heroine
scrambled on all fours through the chaos.
No one paid her any heed, all fearing for their own health and welfare. “Fools.”
Finding her mask, Ms Americana pressed it back to her
beautiful face. The double sided tape
held it fast, and she smiled evilly.
Despite being thoroughly degraded and debauched, she felt energized and
good. She might not have her power belt
or costume, but she had a chance.
Indeed, her car was just out front of the House of Joy, with a spare
costume and her much needed power belt.
The Queen of Justice did something she truly hated
doing. She ran out a side door instead
of rushing into the thick of the fight.
But there were too many of them, so she would need her power belt to win. Within minutes, as the battle raged inside,
she reached her car. Seconds later her
trunk was open and she was pulling on her spare costume. Then came the golden power belt.
“Great Liberty! I’ve
such a fool! All that sex DEPOWERED me,”
she cried, fists clenched. She took a
deep breath and grimaced. There wasn’t
anything to do about it now. The evil,
woman-hating man she wanted to capture more than any other was inside tearing
up the place. If she ran now, she might
as well hang up her costume, mask and belt, for no one in the criminal world
would fear and respect her. Her
reputation put fear and doubt in her enemies hearts, given her an
advantage. Without it, she was just
another bimbo in a brightly colored bikini and heels demanding attention. “Fortunately, I am a superior woman, and no
mere man is a match for my quick mind and cunning.”
With that thought of bravado, the Queen of Justice closed
her trunk and rushed back into the House of Joy. By the time she returned, all of Mistress
Tabitha’s bouncers were down and out, littering the floor like the trash they
were. Trevor had his former whore and
wife by the throat, slapping her stupid as he raged at her betrayal.
Ms Americana rushed him, cried out a battle cry, and when
he turned to look, she smashed a brutal roundhouse into his face. Trevor grunted and fell back, releasing
Tabitha. The statuesque super heroine
then snapped a vicious kick to his groin, doubling him up. He fell to his knees, shaking his head and
clutching his man parts. She picked up a
chair and smashed it over his head. And
another. And another. After five chairs to the head, the huge brute
finally succumbed and collapsed at her red booted feet.
“Great Liberty, that was harder than I thought it would
be,” she said, panting and clutching the stitch in her side. She hadn’t been that tired in years. “Now back to the slammer for you, miscreant.”
Ms Americana looked around.
Mistress Tabitha lay on the floor, gasping and clutching her throat five
feet away. She so wanted to haul her
into jail, too. But the battered super
heroine was too tired. Besides, maybe if
she didn’t do anything to Mistress Tabitha, left her alone, people would doubt
all the stories about her subjugation and degradation that night. Surely someone as powerful and proud as the
Queen of Justice would not allow such an outrage to go unpunished.
The sexy super heroine smiled, liking how that
sounded. She would have her publicity
people start to work on it right away.
By the end of the week, the men that actually paid for the pleasure of
her body might even start to doubt their memories of the evening.
“Come on, Trevor,” Ms Americana said, snapping a pair of
cuffs on the huge ex-pimp. And she took
him away before anyone woke up.
# # #
Brenda Wade paused outside the door. Baby blues eyes glanced both ways, as her
heart hammered and her breath became labored.
Butterflies erupted deep in her belly and she wondered if she was doing
the right thing again.
<What if someone found out?> she thought for the one
thousandth time. But that now familiar,
insistent ache deep in her belly and soul reasserted itself. <Just this one time.>
Brenda had traded in her trademark eyeglasses for dark
sunglasses. Where she normally wore her
shimmering black hair piled atop her head, now it was loose and curled in rings
down to her waist. Her usual designer
business suit was replaced with a tight, short sheathlike
red dress that left little to the imagination.
Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in black hose, held up by a lacy
garter belt. Her feet were stuffed into
red stiletto pumps that matched the dress, her lips and fingernails.
In a word, no one had ever seen Brenda Wade in such attire,
so no one would recognize her. She
hoped. Few locals went to the Royal Arms
hotel between downtown and Sugar Town with good intentions. Indeed, in was the favorite for the rich and
powerful to have their illicit tryst with hookers, gigolos, mistresses and
other assorted lovers.
Taking a deep breath, and once again promising herself it
was just this one time, Brenda reached up and knocked firmly. A sexy, feminine voice from within bade her
enter. She took another breath, nodded
to herself, and opened the door.
"Good afternoon, Ms Wade," Mistress Tabitha said
with a cool, professional demeanor. "Punctual. I like that in my clients."
A nervous smile flashed across Brenda's beautiful
face. She paused just inside the hotel
room, closed the door and locked it, and then struck a sexy pose so the black
leather and latex clad dominatrix could get a good look at her, head to
toe. Mistress Tabitha, as usual, gave
every indication of being highly aroused and eager to have unsavory and illegal
relations with the beautiful billionaire businesswoman.
"I see you got my message," Brenda said, trying
to act nonchalant. It was obvious Mistress
Tabitha wasn't fooled. "D-Do you
understand what I want?"
"Perfectly."
"And you are agreeable with the stipulations?"
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, Brenda,"
Mistress Tabitha said, taking a step closer and slapping her shiny black thigh
boots with her riding crop. Brenda's
baby blues locked on that instrument of pain and pleasure and she swallowed
hard. Then licking full red lips, she
smiled tentatively again. "It's my
job to make your BDSM experience is the best it can be, and only you know what
you really want. We'll start per your
requests, and go from there."
"You will be discreet?" Brenda said. "I-I mean…if word leaked out that
I…."
"That you hired ME to dominated and humiliate
you?" Mistress Tabitha said. Then
she smiled cruelly, slapping the riding crop in her left palm. "Oh, and don't forget your need to be
spanked."
Brenda sucked in a breath.
She nodded, and dropped to her knees before the infamous dominatrix to
the rich and powerful of Delta City.
"I've….I've been a very, very bad girl," Brenda
said. The butterflies started to be
consumed by the longed for liquid heat of high arousal as she dropped to all
fours and crawled to Mistress Tabitha.
Finally, she lowered her lips and pressed them sensuously to the toe of
Tabitha's right boot, then began to lick that boot with her eyes closed and
groaned wantonly. "Soooo naughty."
THE END