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MS AMERICANA: THAT BITES

By Dark One

The annual Wade Halloween Charity Ball was a big success. Again. It always was, thanks to careful planning by the hostess, Brenda Wade. As usual, it was a costume ball. It was Halloween, after all.

Brenda was dressed as a sexy French Maid. Her long black hair was curled tightly, cascading down across her shoulders and halfway down her back. Uncurled, her silky tresses reached the small of her back. The black "uniform" was skin tight, and displayed her well rounded hips almost as well as her magnificent 44DDs. Her mile long, shapely legs were sheathed in black fishnet stocks, with their top bands just visible beneath the hemline of the short skirt, a garter belt holding them up. Her feet were decked out in five inch black patent leather pumps.

Lydia was out of town. The sexy teenager loved to go to Mexico with her college girlfriends and party. They visited Cancun five, six times a year. She'd been young and full of energy once too, so couldn't begrudge her perky protégé her fun.

"Brenda, darling, wonderful event," Sophie Bernstein cooed, coming over to hug her. She was dressed as a flapper. "But I would expect no less from you, of course."

"Of course," Brenda said. "Thank you. I trust you've given generously to the children?"

"But of course! You know I love the little heathens," Sophie said, and laughed.

Sophie was Doctor Bernstein's second wife. His "trophy" wife. While she was twenty-two and gorgeous, the good doctor was sixty-one and filthy rich, and neither wanted children. Though Brenda was still good friends with the first wife, Sophie was too vivacious and fun to not like. And she came from a good Old Line family in Delta City. A family with an impressive pedigree, but little money after the previous generations squandered it away.

"Oh, I want you to meet someone. He's a real nobleman, from Europe," Sophie said, and waved a tall, dark man over. He was dressed like a traditional movie vampire. "His name is Count Sebastian."

Brenda raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow as he glided over. She'd never seen anyone move so smoothly. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she never would've believed a mere man could move that gracefully.

"My Lord, this is our hostess, Brenda Wade," Sophie said.

"Pleased to meet you, Fraulein Wade," Count Sebastian said, taking her delicate hand and kissing it gently. His eyes lingered on her deep cleavage an uncomfortable length of time. "You are very beautiful, mine Fraulein, with an especially fetching bosom."

"Oops," Sophie said, rolling her eyes and hurrying away before the fireworks started.

Brenda's baby blues flashed. She yanked her hand away and looked him over contemptuously as her heart rate ramped up. He stood up straight and frowned at Sophie's retreating form. She took a deep breath to stifle her growing anger. It would be unseemly to yell at a guest during a charity ball. So she waited just long enough to know she could keep her voice low before she spoke.

"How dare you," Brenda snarled. "I am a superior woman, not a piece of meat on display at the butcher's, Count Sebastian."

"I only paid a compliment, Miss Wade, and -- ," he started to explain.

"MS Wade. I am not a 'Miss' anything," she hissed, stepping up in his face and locking eyes with him. "I am a superior woman. A powerful woman. I demand respect and get it in spades."

He was obviously getting royally pissed. That was fine with her. AFTER his apology she expected him to leave with as much grace as possible for a male chauvinistic pig. Then their eye-lock changed, and she felt a jolt go through her. Brenda couldn't take her eyes off his suddenly mesmerizing eyes.

<Great Liberty!> she thought. <He's a REAL vampire!>

"Miss Brenda Wade," Count Sebastian whispered with power, sending waves of pleasure and fear through her shapely body. "From this moment on tonight, you are a whore. A wanton, man-crazy whore, and nothing close to a respectable SUPERIOR woman, either. I command you to dance on a table top, and do a sexy striptease before you have sexual relations with every man who is willing. And you WILL love every second of it, you skanky, sleazy, wanton slut."

Brenda felt her statuesque body changing, tingling, heating up. She felt sweat breaking out all over her body, and it was harder to breathe. She needed so badly. Needed a man between her legs and pumping.

"Yes, I am a slut."

"An incredible, insatiably horny slut."

"Very horny," she breathed wantonly, her hands coming up to push her titanic 44DDs together through the French maid costume. Then as one hand massaged her tits, the other dropped down under her short-short skirt and pushed up under her white thong panties, to begin rubbing her aching pussy with no little enthusiasm. "I'm going to burst if I don't get some relief."

"Then Brenda, I command you to down a few stiff drinks, climb up on a table and start dancing to lure horny men to you so you can fuck them in front of everyone."

That sounded like the best idea she'd ever heard. Brenda nodded, since her throat tightened up too tight to speak for a moment. She spotted a waiter carrying a tray of various mixed drinks. She forgot about the vampire and hurried over to the waiter, and took two double whiskies. The super sexy billionaire threw those down the hatch in less that ten seconds, and followed them with two more to the shock of the waiter.

Brenda smiled at the gawking waiter, gave his crotch a firm squeeze, winked and said, "See me after you finish your shift, boy, and I'll rock your world."

With that Brenda turned on a tall stiletto and strutted to the closest table, stepped up on a chair and then atop the table. The voices quieted as everyone turned to their respected hostess with expectation. Well, they expected some kind of announcement, like either she or another billionaire had agreed to give an extraordinary sum of money to the children. Brenda smiled wantonly at them.

"Okay, let's get this party STARTED!" she cried, and started an especially provocative dance. She swiveled her hips in a blatant sexual movement as she squeezed her massive breasts. Finally, she jerked her top down and hooked it under her now naked, bouncing tits and cried with flashing baby blues, "Line up the boys, because I'm ready to turn them into MEN."

There was a gasp, but at the same time a young man hurried up to the table. She recognized him as Walter Watts. He was barely eighteen and was a freshman at the local university. Walter was a computer genius, like his father who founded and owned Watts Electronics. Like his father, he was tall, skinny and bespectacled. She couldn't see anything of his supermodel mother in him, and it was a shame.

"I'm ready to be a man, Ms Wade," Walter said eagerly. He was almost drooling as he stared up at her exposed tits. "I've never been with a woman."

"A-ha! A virgin sacrifice to Goddess of Love!" Brenda cried and dropped to her knees before the panting young man. She seized his head with both hands, and pushed it deep into her silken cleavage. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

Walter quickly reached up and started stroking and squeezing her titanic tits. The more he nuzzled, licked sucked and squeezed her tits, the weaker Brenda became. In less than a minute Walter was her whole life, her entire universe.

As Walter sucked hard on a hypersensitive nipple, Brenda felt the butterflies throughout her super sexy body suddenly burst into flames and a wave of erotic heat wash over her. She gasped as he reached down with one hand to started rubbing her wet, aching pussy. It was painfully obvious it was his first time, for the man didn't have the foggiest idea what to do. So she reached down and started guiding his hand, showing him where her most sensitive erogenous spots were, including the clitoris. Very soon Walter had Billionaire babe Brenda panting like a dog, gasping and clutching at him desperately, lost in her own lust and intense pleasure.

"I’m ready," Walter said with a strained voice.

"Wahoo! Mount up!" she cried, and promptly plopped down at the edge of the table, her mile long, fishnet sheathed legs dangling to either side of the virgin nerd heir. Walter yanked her white thong panties off, ripping them up as he did so, and then stuffed them into his pocket. "Oh, a trophy. Naughty boy."

"Yes, ma'am," Walter said, his eyes feverish in his need and determination to enjoy the moment. He unfastened his pants, and dropped them around his ankles. His cock wasn't huge, but pleasantly large to Brenda's eyes. She reached down and grabbed his cock when he failed twice to penetrate her pussy. A really lousy aim. So she guided him into her slit, and right up to the vagina. "Oh yes, you are so bad, Ms Wade."

"I'm the best, baby," Brenda said, throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply. As she French kissed the college freshman, he slowly impaled her on his cock. Then both groaned wantonly as he drove deeper and deeper. "Oooooh, yes. Fuck me, Walter. Fuck me like you OWN me."

Brenda wrapped her shapely legs around the skinny nerd as they kissed deeply and fucked even deeper. In a little over a minute of fucking, Brenda realized she was losing herself in the sex, and that she didn't care. It was glorious. And it felt GREAT. Every stroke of his cock pushed her closer and closer to climax. She so wanted that climax. It had been three years since she last had sex, and that last sex was when a group of seven drug pushers got the drop on her, chloroformed her unconscious and proceed to fuck her for three days straight. The only reason she was still free was because the three men "guarding" her all fell asleep from too much drugs and sex. Thankfully, they were all Columbian nationals and none of them recognized her when she was unmasked, otherwise she'd probably be in Columbia doing their cartel's leadership day in and day out.

"You're the best, Walter," Brenda breathed into his ear. "Fuck me faster, harder. Make me cum, and I'll suck your nasty dick clean when you finish."

That was more than poor super-nerd Walter could handle. He shot his wad that very second, letting out a loud grunt and groan. She whimpered with regret, but then Walter continued to hump his hot mama. Indeed, he doubled his rate of pumping, and Brenda gasped and clutched at him. Her eyes went wide as she felt her body building up to a spectacular climax.

"Oh! Yes! Oh yes! Oh Walter! Oh baby, go for it!" Brenda cried. She started kicking her legs unconsciously. If felt so great. She was so close and barreling down on that dangerous precipice. Then suddenly she was there, and she hesitated, knowing she shouldn't allow herself to climax. Orgasms bled her dry of pent up sexual frustrations, which she needed to be Ms Americana. But….she felt strangely compelled to let go and love it. So she did, and it hit her like a tidal wave almost immediately. "Aaaaaaiiieee! Yes! Yes! Oh Goddess save me, I'm going to cum again! Uuuuggghhhhhhhh-Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

After Walter pulled out and stepped back a step, Brenda rolled off the table and to her knees before him. She smiled up into his eyes, and fulfilled her promise. She came, so she meticulously licked and sucked his cock and balls clean to the startled eyes of everyone in the room. Afterwards, she stood up and looked around at all the shocked and aroused faces.

"Who's next?"

"Brenda, over here," Lance Chambers called. He was the starting quarterback of Delta City's pro football team. He was tall, strong and devilishly handsome, and oh so conceited. Lance nailed every woman he wanted, with only Brenda ever able to refuse him anything. He had been pursuing her for three years, and hadn't even gotten a date yet. Now he sat at the next table over, pants around his ankles and enormous cock at attention. Her throat immediately tightened as her mouth began to water. "Wanna go for a wild and wicked ride, babe?"

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding as she eyed his manhood hungrily.

"Then ditch the maid outfit and mount up," Lance said, eyeing her 44DDs just as hungrily as she was looking at his exposed cock.

The sexy billionaire babe obeyed without hesitation. A big, wanton smile spread across her beautiful face as she stripped out of the French maid costume, and then began a sexually charged strutting dance straight toward Lance. Reaching him, Brenda gave the lecherous athlete a very erotic, touchie-feelie lap dance, before guiding his ten inch cock straight up into slippery twat, and sliding down his shaft with a loud groan of pure pleasure.

Brenda rode Lance long and hard, and they both came at the same time five minutes later. Then she dropped to her knees between his legs and licked his cock and balls clean so enthusiastically, he got hard and creamed her mouth. But before she could stand, another man arrived and put his hand in her hair and guided her mouth to his cock. As her full red lips wrapped around that hard shaft, Brenda looked up to the hungry eyes of her sixty-five year old vice-chairman of Wade Enterprises Board of Directors, Henry Kalas.

Brenda didn't hesitate or consider the ramifications of her actions. She knelt at her subordinate's feet and sucked his cock like a two dollar crack whore. She slurped loudly as she hungrily sucked him clean with gusto. As she sucked and slurped happily, she glanced to her right and noticed every male member of Wade Enterprises Board of Directors was lined up waiting their turn. And Brenda gave every last one of them incredible blow jobs.

"My turn, bitch," Lil Horndog said. The six foot, five inch African American was Delta City's most famous and successful rapper. He was all blinged out, with dark sunglasses and a ten man entourage. Two big and burly members of his entourage each grabbed an arm and lifted the well-fucked billionaire to her stiletto heeled feet. Then she was dragged backwards to the nearest table and laid out on it, her long legs dangling. Lil Horndog moved up between her legs, pulled out his large cock and shoved it in deep. "About time I nailed this stuck up bitch."

Lil Horndog grabbed her well rounded hips and began pounding her pussy with relish. He laughed and groaned as he humped the most sought after woman in Delta City.

"Uuuugghhh," Brenda groaned, back arching. The two hangers-on that were holding her down each grabbed a tit at that time, and went to town. She gasped as their mouths sucked in sensitive nipples, and strong hands squeezed and manipulated her titanic tits expertly. "Ooooh, Goddess. Sooo good."

The three men quickly took her overheated and oversexed body to the pinnacle of sexual pleasure. Within one minute she climaxed. After five minutes she was climaxing over and over, once every few strokes of Lil Horndog's massive cock. After ten minutes, Brenda felt the last of her self-control and will shattered and swept away.

"Great Liberty, I am TAMED!" she cried. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

Lil Horndog didn't get his moniker on e-bay. He was one horny man, and he more often than not got the women he wanted and needed to sate his lusts. Brenda was one of the few women to turn him down and never change her mind. Until that night. So the outlaw rapper knew what he was doing as the fucked her stupid. He had amazing sexual endurance and fucked her twenty long minutes, finally popping his wad deep in her vagina after she experienced ten minutes of machinegun orgasms.

After that, Brenda knew she was passed from man to man, but had very little memory of it. She was fucked stupid, tamed and claimed. The men, and some of the women, at the charity ball enjoyed her super statuesque and gorgeous body to the max, for many, many hours. At the end of the night, the once respected business woman was left atop a table, shiny with sweat and cum all over her naked body.

# # #

Ms Americana smiled as she looked at the old mansion in the heart of the city. It was one of the last standing mansions from a long gone period of prosperity. All of the other mansions in that old community of millionaires were long gone and replaced with businesses, which in turn had gone out of business and left the district depressed and tired looking. They were at the edge of Sugar Town, and would soon be absorbed into that unsavory district if something wasn't done quickly.

Ms Americana licked full red lips as her heart began to race at the thought of Count Sebastian. He had humiliated her in a way she never dreamed possible. Now the one respected Brenda Wade was reduced to a bad joke. The internet porn sites were full of pictures of her fucking and sucking everyone from young men to old lechers.

The thoughts of all that sex fired up her libido, and that wasn't bad. Her newfound needs and desires helped to fire up her body in the week since that night. Her needs and humiliation burned within her twenty-four seven now, charging up her sexy body with pent up sexual frustrations. Within two days her power belt was fully charged.

Finding her red gloved hand was starting to creep down to her loins, Ms Americana shook herself and tugged up on her red, white and blue costume bottom. Then she adjusted the fit of the matching strapless top, before settling her golden power belt on her well rounded hips.

"You will not find Ms Americana so easy to capture with your eyes, vile vampire," she muttered, baby blues flashing at the mansion.

Ms Americana took a deep breath and started up the long concrete sidewalk in the dark. The ancient oaks lining that sidewalk made the walk even darker and more foreboding. She frowned, not happy to realize the vampire had kinda freaked her out a bit. After all, she was a super heroine. And not just any super heroine, either.

"I am Ms Americana!" she said, exultant. "I am the legendary Queen of Justice, the premier super heroine in the WORLD. I have never known defeat and will not know it tonight, either. That vampire is going down."

As she neared the front door, a bat swooped down at her face.

"Eeks!" she cried, waving her hands before her face to drive it away. "Do vampires attract bats?"

"No," Count Sebastian said from behind her. Ms Americana whirled around to find the foul vampire standing behind her. She carefully avoided looking into his hypnotic eyes, staring at his chin instead. "But we can BECOME bats at will."

And to prove his point he transformed into a bat before her wide eyes, and flew straight at her face. The sexy Queen of Justice ducked and darted, totally freaked out by the tiny bat. Then he changed back into a man before her and reached for her throat. Ms Americana jumped back, so his hand missed her throat but fell on her strapless bikini top instead. He yanked it off her body.

"Great Liberty! How dare you strip the breasts of Ms Americana!" the sexy topless super heroine cried, crossing her arms before her titanic tits. That didn't do much to cover the succulent tits, but did make her look more sexy vulnerable to the vampire. "Give me that back."

"This?" Count Sebastian said, holding up her stolen top.

"Yes," she said, and reached for it. He pulled it back just out of reach, forcing her to reach further, step closer and closer, intent on that dangling top. He lured her closer and closer, then suddenly lunged at her neck. "Yikes!"

Count Sebastian snapped at her long, slender neck. The statuesque super heroine just barely got her hands between them in time to push him back a few inches. He proved to be just a bit stronger than her, which was a first for the vivacious vigilante. So she was able to keep him at bay, by inches, she could not pushing him away completely, and the sight of his glistening white fangs sent a cold chill slithering down her spine.

There were many rumors about the bite of a vampire. All agreed that no one was changed into a vampire with one bite, but they disagreed on whether it was two or three bites. But the all agreed that the first bite did change a person, making them a slave to the vampire, or just a willing participant depending on who you asked.

"You are mine, Ms Americana," Count Sebastian said, grinning evilly.

"I don't think so," the Queen of Justice said with a strained voice.

She could feel her strength starting to fail. Even with her power belt her muscles only had so much endurance, and the vampire's super human strength was proving too much to hold off. So she would have to use guile to defeat him.

Ms Americana jerked her feet off the ground. Her weight pulled her down, surprising the vampire who hesitated. A second later she hit the sidewalk, jarring them apart just enough to slide her booted feet up and between them. She planted her feet on his chest, and KICKED him straight up and away. The sexy heroine rolled to the side and scrambled away to get her bearings.

The vampire didn't attack as expected. He ran away, towards the city.

"Coward," she hissed, baby blues flashing in victory.

Ms Americana chased the fleeing vampire, her titanic tits flouncing about. He ran straight to Sugar Town, and down one of the most hooker dense streets in that hooker filled district. The hookers, pimps, johns and pushers watched her topless dash with slack jaws, followed by crude catcalls and suggestions. She frowned, but kept running. But when she didn't stop to put them in their place, as usual, one of the hookers became embolden and reached out to slap her bouncing tits.

"Hey!" Ms Americana cried, coming to a stop. Eyes flash blue fire. "Can't you see I am in pursuit, moron?"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

So the hooker slapped her tits really hand, turned and ran away. Ms Americana cried out, holding her abused tits a second. The sexy super heroine wanted really badly to go after that horrid hooker, but the vampire was a real threat to citizen and super heroine alike, so she turned and continued after him.

"You can do anything you want to Ms Americana and she won't do anything about it!" someone cried to the street.

"Great Liberty," she groaned as she ran. A pusher stepped out and slapped her ass when she ran past him. "Ouch! Stop that."

Street people converged on her and started reaching out for feels, pinches and slaps. Her shapely butt was getting slapped so much it turned into one long spanking. Along one block of abuse, her tits began to tingle and swell from arousal, even as butterflies erupted deep in her belly.

Up ahead, Count Sebastian turned into a dark alley. Ms Americana smiled. That was a dead end alley, so he was trapped. She had him now. But first she had to scare off the street people. Stopping, she grabbed a pusher who was happily spanking her now bright pink rump. The statuesque super heroine punched him in the face, then tossed him into the hookers surrounding her. With fists, slaps and feet, Ms Americana quickly beat down or chased off everyone. They backed off about a dozen feet and scowled at her sullenly, mad that she'd foiled their filthy fun.

She gave the men and women encircling her a scathing look, then cupped her 44DDs and headed for that alley. The heroine held her tits to keep them from bouncing too much and enticing the degenerate denizens of Sugar Town again. Those oversexed degenerates paced the vigilante vixen, keeping her in the middle of their circle. Up until they reached the alley and then it opened up to let her enter without opposition.

Ms Americana smiled. When they witnessed her take down a vampire, her street cred would skyrocket. She'd get a lot more fearful respect after that. She'd gotten little respect since last Christmas Eve, when she and Flag Girl, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, and Lady Midnight were all out trying to shut down the hookers on that holy night, when Azure Angel showed up and jumped into the fray. Needless to say, she so disrupted them that they all ended up captured and tightly bound. Then the pimps, pushers and johns bent all the heroines over cars and FUCKED THEM stupid. Oh, thanks to Ms Americana's quick thinking, they escaped before being unmasked, but since that day there seemed little fear and respect for the super heroines in Sugar Town.

The city's heroines would have to do something spectacular to regain that fear and respect. And soon.

Once inside the alley Ms Americana released her tits. The crowd behind her gasped. She frowned, but headed deeper into the alley. It was very dark, but still light enough to see movement. She barely saw him pacing at the end of the alley, waiting for her. The Queen of Justice smiled.

"Count Sebastian, I suggest you surrender," she called. "I have little mercy for an unholy VAMPIRE, so don't fight me if you wish to survive."

Ms Americana didn't believe in killing her enemies. A girl had to have standards, you know? But vampires weren't really alive anymore. They were undead. And they were evil incarnate. Of course, she would rather captured him and let the police deal with any unpleasantries like exposing him to daylight or staking him. But she would stake him if necessary.

"You are a rare fool," Count Sebastian said coolly. "I gave you an opportunity to escape my grasp. Instead, you pursued me here."

The sexy super heroine shrugged bare shoulders and smiled smugly. She struck a classic super heroine pose, naked tits jutting out and chin high and proud.

"I am exceptionally brave and valiant," she said. "My courage is my shield, and my sense of justice is my sword."

"What? What are you yammering about, woman?" he said. "Satan Invincible! The super heroines are getting more arrogant and self possessed and STUPID every year."

"You'll think stupid when I capture you with ease, undead miscreant," she growled. Then to the crowd watching from the street, she said loudly, "Count Sebastian will know my wrath, and fall quickly to my righteous rage, this declares Ms Americana! Watch and learn!"

The crowd stirred restlessly, anxiously. It was clear they feared her coming victory, and what it would mean to them. Maybe some of them would flee the city afterwards. They would if they knew what was good for them.

Turning back to the overconfident vampire, she smiled smugly. When the denizens of Sugar Town saw how fast and easily she captured and arrested the much feared vampire, they would know new fear and respect for her. They would think twice before hurling insults and sexual innuendo at her in the future, and they wouldn't dream of sexually molesting her ever again.

The Count began pacing towards her, a look of angry intent on his face. She started towards him, too, moving with feline grace and power. His eyes narrowed as he took her in. Was that fear she saw in his eyes?

"Count Sebastian, you are…," she said, reaching for him, "MINE!" Then just as her red gloved hands seized his lapels, the vampire vanished in a flutter of wings. "Huh? What?"

The vampire flew straight into her face, making the sexy super heroine panic out of primordial fear. She lunged back, waving her hands frantically before her face. The bat vanished into the night shadows a second later, leaving the confused vigilante panting wide eyed in the alley, wondering what just happened.

"Surprise," Count Sebastian said from directly behind the statuesque heroine.

"Yikes!" she cried, jumping. Then she tried to backhand the vampire, but he caught her by the wrist and held on tightly. "Hey, let me go you….you…evil miscreant!"

A second later the vampire used super human strength to twist her arm up behind her back and shoved her face first in the brick wall. Ms Americana grunted in pain and surprise. It wasn't going as she anticipated. The hard, cold brick grated and scratched at the silky soft skin of her 44DDs, belly and thighs as the amazingly strong vampire held her in place.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Ms Americana cried, feeling him pull the strip of cloth between her butt crack to the side. She heard a zipper and a gasp from the watching crowd. Ms Americana glanced worriedly at the gawking street people, then felt the vampire's cock pushed between her butt cheeks. "No! Sodomy is illegal! You can not do this to Ms Ameri---UUUGGGHHH!"

Ms Americana's back arched as she groaned long and low. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up her anus. The pain was incredible, and completely paralyzed the shapely beauty.

"Nail her good!" someone in the nearby crowd cried.

"Ms Americana has been STAKED!" another shouted.

"I see your adorning public is eager to see you fucked stupid and tamed," Count Sebastian said in her ear as he pushed deeper and deeper into her butt. Ms Americana lifted her red booted feet off the ground, curling them up behind her as she moaned and groaned, totally oblivious to her own actions.

Count Sebastian started pumping his cock in and out of her poop chute. In no time the hapless heroine was grunting and panting. The butterflies in her belly were quickly burned away, replaced by that frightening liquid heat that she understood to be a building climax.

"There's been a change in plans, Ms Americana," Count Sebastian said. "Instead of you showing me and everyone else how big and strong and invincible you are by capturing me, I have decided to do the opposite. I have captured you, and quiet fast and easily I might add, and now I am going to tame you before their delighted eyes."

"Great Liberty!" Ms Americana cried, feeling her traitorous body soaring towards ultimate pleasure and submission. "I can't….hold out…much…longer…"

With that pronouncement, the vampire leaned into her, buried his face in her neck and sank his fangs deep into her jugular. Instantly, it was like fire flowed through the super heroine's entire body. Her shapely body arched, and froze as she gasped wide eyed. He began slurping at her neck, as his cock erupted and filled her ass with jizm.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried, climaxing.

Suddenly, the vampire vanished. He'd turned into a bat, and flew away. Ms Americana fell to her knees by the wall, gasping and groaning. Her shapely body was quaking and trembling, especially her lower belly.

Hearing the murmur of the equally confused crowd, Ms Americana struggled to her wobbly feet. She stood as straight as she could and turned to them, before striding forward with as much confidence as she could reasonable muster. It wasn't much, but it was all she had. The sexy heroine understood that she was de-powered and needed to bluff her way through her enemies if she hoped to escape to fight another day.

"Make way, miscreants," Ms Americana commanded as she strode straight at the middle of the crowd. She would show no fear or humiliation. They wouldn’t get the satisfaction. But no one moved. "I said make way."

"You heard the lady," Mr. Cocks said, waving people aside so she could pass through the crowd.

"That's more like it," Ms Americana said, as she entered that narrow corridor of humanity. Three steps in and hands from all around reached out and grabbed tits and hair and arms and legs. "Unhand me! I'm the Queen of Justice, not some cheap crack whore to be manhandled as you see fit!"

"No, you've proven to us that without a doubt you are ANY man's fuck meat," Mr. Cocks said.

Someone from behind pulled her costume's bikini bottoms down her legs, and forced her to step out of them. Then Mr. Cocks stepped in front of her and looked her over with relish as the Sugar Town riffraff held her tight. While the men and women holding her continued to grope and grab, pinch and squeeze her titanic tits and shapely ass, the infamous street pimp stepped up close and locked eyes with the fabled femme fatale of crime fighting.

The street pimp reached down between her legs and curled a big finger up into her slit, and went straight to her clit. Ms Americana, her body already fired up by he vampire and previous sexual abuse by…everyone…tensed up and gasped, never losing her eye lock with Mr. Cocks. He started to rub her clit just right, making her world start to spin the harder she tried to fight the feelings of ecstasy.

"Yeah, you like that. A lot, don't you, Amer-whore?" Mr. Cocks said as she instinctively began to grind her pussy against his hand.

"Great Liberty! I'm losing myself," she cried miserably, unable to stop herself from continuing to grind herself into his hand, or even stop enjoying the way everyone was molesting her shapely body. It was just more physical stimulation than her overheated body and libido could resist. "Can't you see you are destroying me? Destroying something unique and beautiful, and vital to our society?"

"Oh, I see that I am destroying my greatest enemy, and turning her into my best street whore," Mr. Cocks said, and laughed. "And I can see how EAGER you are to be broken and tamed."

"Great Lib….Uuuuggghhhh," she cried, then the climax rolled over her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I've been tamed by a street pimp! Mercy!"

"No mercy, just absolute submission," he said, continuing to rub her clit.

"Too much! Too much!" she cried, then climaxed again. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

"Who's your master?" Mr. Cocks demanded.

"No master, I am…Ms…Ms….Ms Amer--ICAANNNNNAAAAA!"

Mr. Cocks pulled out his huge black cock and grabbed her by her shapely, well rounded hips. The statuesque super heroine arched her back and groaned wantonly as he shoved that thick, hard shaft deep into her most intimate place. She felt that thrust with every fiber of her being.

"I hate you."

"Of course you do, Ameri-slave," he said. "You realized I am your natural master, and you are afraid. Afraid of the unknown. Afraid of the absolute submission you are being forced to agree to. You, Ms Americana, are afraid of your own dark nature, you TRUE nature."

His words were like a gut punch. How could something like that be true? She was a superior woman, not a helpless harlot. She'd always been strong, dominating every relationship she'd every had. But everything he said rang true to her body, sang to her overheated body. Her body, and even her mind, wanted to submit to Mr. Cocks, but deep down she knew it would be the end of her life as she knew it. It would end her wonderful life of wealth and privilege, or power and prestige.

Submission meant becoming a street whore. A skanky hooker.

"No! I am not a docile fuck toy for evil men like you," she said, wild-eyed.

It was incredible. The more she spoke and thought about absolute submission, the hornier she became. Her body had needs and desires, long denied and forbidden. Now she was finally getting fucked, and fucked a lot. And her body LOVED it. Her own shapely body was betraying the legendary Queen of Justice.

"Not true, you've always been cock candy, Ms Sluticana. Cock candy in denial," the pimp said, increasing the pace he was slamming his cock into her. "Why else wear a costume so bright and skimpy it would make a hooker blush? You craved attention, and wanted to be loved and adored and gawked at and desired. And you NEEDED to be subdued and fucked stupid. You were begging for it."

"N-not true," she whispered, all but overwhelmed by the sexy sensations consuming her spectacular body. "Please don't tame me."

"You were tamed by the vampire," Mr. Cocks said. He touched her bleeding neck. "He bit you. The first bite makes a woman weak and submissive. The second bite makes her a vampire. Right now you are mine. I own you, Ms Americana, because the vampire didn't want you. I'm sure he wanted to punish you by releasing you, knowing I would make you my whore."

"Yes!" she said, realizing he was right. Everything the vampire did was to humiliate her, both as Brenda and as Ms Americana. Then he suddenly filled her pussy with cum, sending her over the edge again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Mr. Cocks pulled out and Ms Americana was released to fall to her knees before him. He thrust his sticky wet cock in her face. Ms Americana licked full red lips, rose up on her knees and took the cock in hand as her mouth watered with anticipation. Then without any prompting from the pimp or anyone else, the Queen of Justice gobbled down that ten inch black cock.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, savoring the taste.

Ms Americana licked and sucked on the pimp's big dick for five minutes, cleaning the cock and balls meticulously as she enjoyed herself immensely. She sucked and licked him so hard and well, Mr. Cocks shot another wad into her eager mouth to the cheers of the Sugar Town street people.

"Welcome to the gutter, Americana," Sweet Cindy said. She was a tall, willowy blonde hooker that Ms Americana had hauled to jail a dozen times. "I've waited ten years for this day." She stepped in front of the vanquished vigilante and lifted her leather skirt, revealing she was going commando and clean shaven. "Eat me out, bitch."

The Queen of Justice gawked at the shaven pussy just inches from her face. Then she looked over at Mr. Cocks. He nodded and told her to eat Sweet Cindy's pussy. So Ms Americana nodded and pressed her full red lips to that wet, well used pussy. When her tongue pushed pass the hooker's nether lips, warm leakage trickled into the super heroine's mouth. Cum from Sweet Cindy's tricks. It took twenty-eight minutes of intense cunnilingus before the jaded hooker finally climaxed.

After Sweet Cindy, Mr. Cocks starting pimping the sexy super heroine out -- two men at a time. Right there on the street. Ms Americana wasn't even allowed the privacy of a room. She spent two hours on all fours, taking it doggie style, or up the ass, while giving head to another trick. The super sexy babe took care of two long lines, front and back, as her pimp stood next to her collecting the money and everyone else watched with gleeful eyes.

"That's enough for tonight," Mr. Cocks said to the dejected moans and groans of the crowd. "Hey, it's time I take Ms Americana home and have a victory party with all my big pimping friends. Guess who the entertainment is going to be?"

"MS AMERICANA!" they cried joyously.

Ms Americana, to her surprise, was pulled to her feet and given her red, white and blue bikini costume back. She quickly donned it, thankful to be dressed again. The street people were dancing around her, laughing and singing. Everyone was really enjoying her defeat and descent into the gutter. Everyone but the Queen of Justice herself.

<Great Liberty, what has happened to me?> she thought in disgust. She'd obeyed Mr. Cocks' commands for hours, performing lewd acts with more men than she could conceive of, and it all happened on the streets. <I have to salvage as much of my dignity and reputation as possible. I have to escape.>

De-powered, the sexy super heroine could not fight all of those people. They would easily drag her down. But she was a superior woman, with a superior intellect. So, as the street people sang and danced around her, Ms Americana "rolled" with them and slowly, but surely, moved closer and closer to the edge of the crowd. Keeping a wide-eyed, fearful expression aided her immensely, since they thought she was still completely defeated and cowed into submission.

As she reached the edge of the crowd, she spotted a nearby alley. That alley was not a dead end. In fact, it split off into multiple alleys, and was very dark at night. So when she saw her chance, and it was a very slim one, too, the legendary Queen of Justice took off running for all she was worth. For the first time in her storied career, Ms Americana was running away to save her ass.

She was inside the alley before the stunned crowd realized what she was doing. As the darkness enveloped her, Ms Americana heard the crowd roar with spite and rage, and surge after her. She raced through near stygian darkness, maneuvering more out of instinct and memory than sight. And she was almost out of the alley, almost out of Sugar Town and into freedom, when she rounded a corner and slammed into a tall man.

"Ooff!" she cried, bouncing off and stumbling to the ground. "Excuse me."

"Hello, lover," Count Sebastian said.

A random beam of moonlight struck his exposed fangs, bright white and huge to her frightened eyes. A second bite would steal her soul, condemning her to undeath for all eternity. She would become a vampire as well.

"Stay away from me!" she cried, scrambling backwards on all fours.

The vampire leapt at her. Ms Americana dropped to her back, caught him in the chest with her feet, and catapulted him over her into the darkness. The sexy raven-maned vigilante rolled to her feet and charged the hated vampire. Attack was the best defense, every super heroine understood that implicitly, or they didn't last very long in the business.

Spotting a broken broom handle, she snatched it up and hurried after the vampire. The wooden broom handle was broken to a sharp end, making it a perfect stake to put an end to his existence. He eyed the stake warily, understanding the danger. Of course, the sounds of the angry crowd were growing closer and closer, so she didn't have a lot of time. Judging how much time she had, Ms Americana realized that by the time she staked the vampire, the crowd would surge over her.

<If I stake Sebastian, the Sugar Towners will catch me. I'll be lucky if they rip me limb from limb, but I suspect they will force me to prostitute myself,> she thought dismally. <But I'd have to allow that unholy, monstrous vampire to live if I chose to save myself.> She hesitated, neither prospect very palatable. But being a superior woman, a woman of action and snap decisions, Ms Americana chose the nobler of the two choices. <Count Sebastian must be destroyed to protect the honest citizens of Delta City, even if that means I am dragged into the gutter and forced to…to…whore myself.>

"Count Sebastian, tonight you will regret ever attacking me, ever humiliating me," she growled, stalking forward.

"What? You attacked me first," he said, astonished by her stupidity.

"Are you mad? You started it, vampire," she said.

"How? By being in your city?"

"No, when you entranced me at the Halloween party," she said.

"Halloween party?" he said as she backed him into a puddle of light before a back door. "I didn't see you there. Besides, I only hypnotized Brenda…..Oh! Satan as my witness! YOU are Brenda Wade!"

Ms Americana froze. That brief conversation flashed through her mind, and she realized how stupid she'd been. But one or both of them was about to die, so it didn't really matter.

"You'll take that knowledge to your grave, vampire," she said.

"Actually, darling, I thought I'd just take YOU," he said, standing straight as victory flashed across his face.

Ms Americana crinkled her dainty nose in a snarl as she locked eyes with him and said, "Over my dead…," Count Sebastian used his Power to capture her eyes, and the sexy super heroine. "…Oh!"

"Call me 'Master.'"

"Yes, Master."

As the crowd closed in on them, Count Sebastian lifted Ms Americana's chin, exposing her long, slender neck. Then he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the way her enormous breasts felt squashed against his chest, and sank his fangs deep into her jugular.

"Aaaiiieeee!" Ms Americana cried. Fire ripped through her shapely body for a few seconds, then it was washed away by icy cold. "Oooooooh, Master."

And as the angry mob reached them, Count Sebastian rose up into the air, higher and higher, with the legendary Queen of Justice's limp body clutched in his arms, still sucking greedily at her throat.

# # #

"Brenda! I'm home!" Lydia cried from the front door.

"Up here," Brenda called from upstairs.

The sexy blonde nineteen year old smiled wide. It was after midnight, so she feared her mentor and guardian would be asleep already, since it was a Sunday night. Or worse, out fighting crime as a costumed and masked super heroine.

"Come up and tell me all about your trip."

Lydia paused and frowned. As usual on her trips to Mexico, she got laid. It might be a few days or more before she could go out as Flag Girl. Brenda always frowned when she heard that news, but never said anything. Thankfully.

The gorgeous teen's spectacular body was barely dressed in white tank top, hot pink leather micro mini and matching pumps. She was braless as she had been all week in Mexico. Her long, wavy blonde tresses were pulled back in a long ponytail, which bounced enticingly as she ran up the stairs. The staff would get her luggage out of the car in the morning, while she was back in class at college.

Brenda waited for her beloved protégé at her bedroom door. She was dressed in flowing black silk robe and red stiletto pumps. Nothing else. As Lydia approached, beautiful face shining with youth, vigor and trust, Brenda gnawed on full red lips, enjoying the sight of the blonde's perky 36Cs bouncing under her snug top.

"Hi, Brenda!" Lydia said, rushing those last few steps to hug her.

"Mmmm, welcome home," Brenda said, enjoying the feel of Lydia's firm, young body pressed tightly against her even more shapely body. "I missed you terribly."

"I missed you, too," Lydia said, then her bright blue eyes dropped to Brenda's open robe. "Oh, did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

Lydia knew Brenda slept in the nude. They both did. The feel of the silky sheets rubbing against their bodies all night only helped to generate more pent up sexual frustrations. Besides, they'd seen each other naked every time they changed into costume.

Brenda looked Lydia over closely. She could smell the sex on the little vixen, so that meant Lydia was being boned up to the time to leave. In fact, the sex smelled so fresh she wondered if the pretty blonde had taken her lover on the Wade Jet for the return trip. It wouldn’t be the first time, either.

"My, what a great tan you got," Brenda said.

"It is all over," Lydia said, squealing in scandalous glee. "We found a nude beach and got all over tans." Her eyes were bright with her mischievous glee. "We were so NAUGHTY!"

"Yes, you are," Brenda said. She pushed her door open wider and tried to wave her inside. "Come in and tell me all about your trip."

Lydia's eyes narrowed just a bit and she stepped back. The faintest of frowns marred her otherwise perfect face.

"Um, I'm a bit tired, you know?" she said. "And I have an early class in the morning, too, so I really should go to bed."

Brenda pouted prettily, which surprised Lydia, causing the sexy blonde to freeze and gawk. Reaching out, Brenda caressed Lydia's silky soft cheek, then lifted her chin as she admired her glossy pink lips, so full and kissable.

"Lydia," Brenda said, capturing Lydia's attention. As their eyes locked, Brenda pushed into the sexy teen's mind. In less that a heartbeat Lydia Wills was hypnotized, and Brenda's absolute slave. She stepped up to her protégé and lifted her chin higher, then bent over and eased her full red lips into Lydia's pink lips. "Mmmmm."

They enjoyed their first, long, deep lipstick kiss, as their hands began to explore each other's shapely body. It lasted five minutes, before Brenda took her hypnotized vixen by the hand and led her into the master bedroom. She led her straight to the California king sized bed, before stripping off the snug tank top to expose a pair of deeply tanned tits.

"So beautiful," Brenda said. She gently, lovingly squeezed and caressed Lydia's tits, savoring every second. "And always so taboo, until tonight."

"I don't understand, Brenda," Lydia whispered softly. "Uuummmmm, feels good."

"Call me 'Mistress,'" Brenda commanded, then sucked in a perfect pink nipple.

"Oh, yes, Mistress!" Lydia cried, rising up on her tip-toes. "Oooooh."

Brenda stepped round behind the topless teen beauty, then reached around and cupped her 36Cs. Pressing her body against Lydia's from behind, Brenda started licking the hypnotized teens neck, just above her jugular. One hand dropped down across her tanned, ripped belly. All the way to her fully waxed twat, and immediately began to rub Lydia's engorged clitoris.

Lydia, horny teen that she was, responding quite profoundly, quite quickly. Within seconds the blonde babe was panting and squirming. In less than five minutes Brenda masturbated her protégé to climax.

"Why are you doing this?" Lydia said softly.

"Because I want to. And, because tonight I claim you for my own," Brenda said, and sank her fangs deep into Lydia's neck, right into the jugular. That caused Lydia to climax again. She sucked down her fill, then released her ward's neck. "Now you are mine, in body and soul, to command."

"Yes, Mistress," Lydia said falling to her knees. "What are you're commands?"

"As my human servant, Lydia, you will guard me during the day while I sleep," Brenda said. "And warm my bed all night. For all eternity."

THE END