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Ms Americana / Brenda Wade, Lady Midnight, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Azure Angel, Flag Girl, Amazing Babe, Wolf Woman, and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X.  I came up with the villains.

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Ms Americana: The Aftermath

By Dark One

            OUR STORY SO FAR:  The Legendary and Mighty Ms Americana, Delta City’s own Queen of Justice, has been captured, auctioned off to the highest bidder and shipped.

            Mob boss Roberto Lira smiled as he looked inside the van.  His most hated nemesis lay unconscious within.  His dark eyes took in the legendary red, white and blue patriotically themed bikini costume, blue star-spangled mask, golden tiara and red stiletto calf boots.  Her red gloved hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her full red lips were stretched around a shiny black ball-gag.  And the golden power belt that activated her super heroine powers was rolled up beside her.

            “Bound, gagged and depowered, Ms Americana never looked better,” Roberto said, an evil glint in his eyes.  “Pull her out, boys.  Let’s get this party started.”

            He watched as two men climbed inside, and lifted her spectacular, but limp, body to a sitting position, then dragged her out of the van.  Her head lolled around, shimmering black hair pouring back and forth over her bare shoulders.  His men held her upright before him, her head rolled back and 38Gs displayed beautifully.

            “Oh yeah,” Roberto groaned, as he unsnapped her strapless top and watched her titanic tits pop into sight.  He reverently cupped her world-famous tits, amazed by their firmness and weight, and by her super soft, warm skin.  The mobster gave that perfect pair a firm squeeze, and then began fondling them with gusto.  “She’s got the best tits I’ve ever enjoyed.”

            Roberto fondled the Queen of Justice a good ten minutes, then began rubbing his face in her tits, licking, sucking nipples, and otherwise enjoying the Hell out of himself.  After about twenty-five minutes Ms Americana began to make tiny sounds, indicating the drug was wearing off and she’d soon join them.  To ensure she understood her dire situation perfectly upon waking, Roberto slid his right hand beneath her red, white and blue, stars and stripes thong bottoms, and started rubbing her cunt.

            “Damn, even unconscious she gets horny,” Roberto said, grinning with wicked glee.  “Her pussy is sopping wet already.  And look at that, three rubs and her nipples popped out.”

            “Ha!  Look at how hard her nips are, boss,” Jake said.  He was holding Ms Americana’s right arm.  “She could take out an eye with one of those beauties.”

            The Boss took one nipple between thumb and index finger, and pinched it hard, pulling a pained groan from her.  Then he rolled that hard, erect nipple between his fingers.

            “Very firm nipple,” he said.  He pushed his finger between her cunt lips, and plunged in two knuckles deep.  Her shapely body tensed, back arched, and her head began to rock back and forth, while still rolled all the way back.  So he started to rub her clit while he kissed her neck, cheeks and nuzzled her ear.  She moaned and groaned, starting to writhe within their grasp.  When he thought she was about to regain consciousness, he unbuckled and removed the ball-gag.  “Wake up and know ultimate defeated, Ms Americana.”

            “Oh, my Goddess,” Ms Americana gasped out in a deep, sex-husky voice as her baby blues fluttered open.  “So dizzy.  So….ooooh….so horny.”  She raised her head, glassy-eyed and shook it.  Glossy black hair danced around her body.  Then the hot, erotic heat consuming her curvaceous body registered, and cleared away the cobwebs and her eyes locked on Roberto’s face.  “Great Liberty!  D-Did you buy me?”

            “Yes.  I own you, Ms Americana, body and soul.  At the moment, though, I think I’ll claim ownership of your body first,” he said, and kissed her full on the lips.

            Baby blues wide in shock, the Queen of Justice groaned into his mouth as his tongue began to explore her mouth.  Her thoughts quickly recounted her “problem.”  She remembered that sultry late summer night that she went out on patrol alone.  Out of the blue, while she was walking down a dark street past an alley, someone jumped out and pressed a chloroform pad to her face.  She woke up bound within an insidious fuck machine, her pussy and ass getting royally reamed.  A dozen men stood around and watched as their “bitch tamer” worked her over splendidly.  Their insidious bitch tamer quickly reduced her to a panting, needy super slut, utterly breaking her will and taming her.  She recalled the endless hours of being passed around, and felt humiliation at how eager she was to please in any and every way.  At the end of the sex session, she was informed it was all shown live on the internet, and that an auction had taken place.  She was bought and sold, a SLAVE.  Then they cleaned her up, forced her to put her costume back on, and chloroformed her.

            When Roberto started kissing his way down her neck, heading for her tits, she fought to regain her senses.  Her body was going wild, almost out of her control.  What was it about wicked men that gave them the talent to push all of her sex buttons so easily and so perfectly?

            “I will not submit,” Ms Americana gasped out, her voice even soundly husky and bedroom sexy to her.   She was at the brink of climax, and desperately fought to suppress her need to climax.  Instinctively, she understood her vulnerability, understood that she was already worked over by the white slavers and their bitch tamer, so in no condition to fight off Roberto Lira and his goons.  It wouldn’t take more than one, two at the most, climaxes to completely tame and cow her.  “I am a…super…superior woman….Oh, stop that!  Stop rubbing my…..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!”

            “Your lips say no, no, no, but your body said YES, YES, YES,” Roberto said, grinning at her.

            That climax left her head spinning, and body quaking.  Yeah, it was good.  Damn good.  Hell, it was AWESOME.  Ms Americana, body quaking and trembling from the orgasm, stood before her new lord and master with a reeling mind and deep sense of dread.  She was only grasping at threads of her true self.  Another climax like that, and she’d be Roberto’s willing fuck toy, and the thought terrified and thrilled her at the same time.

            “R-Release me,” she gasped out.  Roberto was still fondling her tits and rubbing her clit.  Oh, and he was GOOD.  Her body was quickly reloading for another climax.  The sexy super heroine knew from past captures, that the next climax would tame her, and she’d gleefully hand her body over to be ravished.  “Let me go, and I’ll p-put in a good….oh…good word for you….oh…with the judge.”

            The Queen of Justice squirmed and writhed sexily, gasping and panting.  It was so hard, so hard to fight those terrible needs and desires.  She was afraid Roberto would tame her even before she climaxed again.

            “What?  That orgasm wasn’t release enough for you?  What a raging slut!” Roberto said, all of the mobsters laughing.  Then a vicious look claimed his face.  “Don’t say ‘Release me.’  Say ‘Free me.’”

            “I don’t…oh…understand,” she gasped out, baby blues hooded and head lolling around again. 

            “Say, ‘Free me from sexual slavery, MASTER.’”

            “I c-can’t.  I…oh, my Goddess….oh….I…I…Oh,” Ms Americana gasped out, feeling her body pushed to the very brink.  Within seconds she would no longer even think about gaining freedom.  All she would want was to get fucked and give her ravagers anything and everything they wanted.  Oh, how she hated the Aphrodite Curse!  “Great Liberty, I am too vulnerable!  Please!  Please, master, free me from slavery!  Free me from sexual slavery!”

            “You admit to being a slave?”

            “YES!”

            “A sex slave?”

            “YES!  I am a sex slave!  Please free me before it is too late.”

            “Say, ‘I am a sexy slave girl.’”

            “I...I am...oh my…I am a sexy slave girl!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, causing her to climax.  “I am a sex slave!   Uuuuuuggghhhhhh, yes.  So good.  I am your sex slave, master!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhh!”

            “Boy, can that bitch cum,” Alex said, the other goon holding the sexy super heroine.  “She’s making herself cum.”

            “She can’t help herself,” Roberto said.  “Super heroines all have a gene that makes them the perfect sex slaves.  Personally, I think they become super heroines in part to fight that dark urge to submit to men, when in fact it puts them on a very public display advertising their sexual needs and vulnerabilities.  Ultimately, they are BEGGING to be captured, tamed and enslaved.”

            Roberto waved his thugs back.  They released the voluptuous costumed vigilante, who dropped to her knees before their boss.  He smiled down at the panting beauty, caressing her soft, shimmering black hair.  Finally, she looked up with the most vulnerable, needy look in her baby blues.

            “Slave.”

            “Yes, Master?”

            “Suck my dick.”

            “Yes, Master,” she said, rising up on her knees, unzipping his pants, and then deftly pulling out his hard cock.  He watched with supreme satisfaction as his once feared and hated enemy took his cock into her mouth, savoring the look of those awesome, full, glossy red lips as they first kissed the head of his dick, then slowly parted and sucked him inside her.  They looked so perfect sliding down the length of his shaft.  “Ugh.  Ugh.  MMmmmgghh.  Nnngghh.”  Slurp.  Gulp.  Slurp.  Ssssslurp.  “Hmmmggghh.  Mmmm.”

            “You keep right on sucking, Ameri-slave,” Roberto said, running his index finger around the edge of her blue, star-spangled mask.  She was too consumed with sucking him dick, fondling his balls, to notice his interest in her mask.  “I wonder, who is hiding behind that mask?  What legendary beauty will we find?  Are you famous?  Or, are you a no-body, except as Ms Americana?”

            Her hot, wet and wonderfully talented mouth went up and down his shaft two more times before her eyes popped open with fear.  Even tamed fear of being unmasked would bring her back.  He grinned, wanting her to suffer during her unmasking.

            Roberto pushed a finger under the edge of the mask, and up through an eyehole.  Ms Americana froze.  He grinned with evil delight, eyes locked with her big, round baby blues.

            “And the LOSER is…..,” Roberto slowly pulled, peeling off the legendary mask as she sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.  Her body tensed and her red-gloved hands reached up to stop him….too late.  “….is….Brenda Wade?  Brenda fucking WADE?!?  Holy shit!  Boys, we struck GOLD!”

            “Hell yeah, boss.  She’s worth BILLIONS,” Jake said.

            “And it will soon all be mine,” Roberto said, enjoying the look of utter despair and misery in his captive’s face.  “Keep sucking, slave.  You really don’t want to piss me off right now, so be an especially sweet and eager to please sex slave girl.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Three nights later, in the Americana Cave…

            “You won’t get away with this, Boss Lira,” Lydia snarled, blue eyes full of rage and defiance.

            Roberto laughed.  He loved fucking the spirited ones.  After three days and nights of constant fucking, Ms Americana’s defiant spirit was all fucked out of her.  But her sexy ward and sidekick, just caught an hour earlier trying to sneak into Wade Manor, was still fighting him.  Well, she stood naked before him pathetically struggling with the handcuff’s holding her arms behind her back.

            “That’s funny, coming from a pretty little thing like you, with cum dribbling down your face, neck, splashed across your tits and ass, dripping down your inner legs,” he said.  Her spectacular body was heaving from the sound fucking she’d endured from all of his boys, and himself.  All that shiny sweat really brought out just how incredibly fit she was.  Her long, blonde hair was tousled, and she was completely naked.  Her Flag Girl costume was being put in a display back at his mansion, next to the Ms Americana costume he already had displayed there.  He indicated the long wooden crate she stood beside.  “As you can see, you have been SOLD.  Sold into white slavery, baby.  A fitting fate for such a sweet piece of superior womanly ass.”

            Lydia glanced down at the waiting crate.  It filled her with fear and dread.  White slavery was the ultimate fate of more than half of all super heroines.  Most were lost in their first year.  Then she looked at Ms Americana, wearing nothing but her tiara, mask and boots.  Her beloved mentor was lost in lust, riding a fat cock, while another thug reamed out her ass from behind, and she sucked on a third cock.

            The vanquished Queen of Justice had long since stopped fighting her captors and her own dark needs.  The Aphrodite Curse had her firmly in its sinister grips, making her enjoy being their fuck toy even more than they enjoyed fucking her.  Ms Americana was insatiable, eager to please in every way as the three of them plowed into her spectacular body, forcing orgasm after mind numbing orgasm out of her.

            Ms Americana would not be saving her beloved sidekick this time.

            “Enjoy your victory over us, Boss Lira,” Lydia said, almost choking on the words as despair threatened to claim her again.  “But when our sister heroines learn of our unsavory fate at your hands, they will come after you with righteous rage in their mighty hearts.  And avenge us!”

            “They’ll try, Miss Wills.  I really hope they try,” he said.  Roberto signaled the goon behind Lydia.  He started soaking a wad of cotton with chloroform.  Extreme pleasure filled the mob boss as Lydia glanced nervously over her shoulder, helpless and so terribly vulnerable.  She started struggling with her handcuffs again, and he enjoyed how her firm, perky tits jostled around in those erotic struggles.  “But you’ll be in deepest, darkest Somalia, owned by a group of vicious pirates.  Fucking those awful, murderous pirates day in and day out.  Their pretty American sex slave.  Have fun.”

            Jake pressed the chloroform pad over Lydia’s mouth and nose.  Her big blue eyes grew huge and round for a long moment, as her voluptuous body stiffened.  Then she became frantic, twisting, gyrating, trying every trick she knew to escape their vile clutches.  All for naught.  Since the Aphrodite gene that made them super heroines also made them extremely sensitive to drugs, poor Lydia’s struggles quickly grew weaker and weaker.  Soon her beautiful blue eyes fluttered, she groaned miserably one last time, and it was lights out.

            “Hey, boss, the security sensors Ms Americana installed all around her estate indicate that three people have enter the grounds,” Mikey said.  “Two on the East side, and one on the Southwest corner.  You want me to take some boys out to take care of them?”

            “Not yet,” he said.  “Brenda, come over here and pulled up the cameras so we can see who our guests are.”

            The three goons fucking her all groaned in frustration.  But they slowly pulled out of her hot body, and she sat there in a daze a long moment.  Roberto chuckled.  Then he watched Jake carefully place Lydia in the crate, face up.  A steel strap was fastened around her throat and to the crate.  Then more straps held her down at upper arms, wrists, just below her tits, across her hips, above her knees and at her ankles.  She was utterly immobilized.  Then he nailed the lid down, and four men loaded her into the back of a waiting van.  By the time Brenda struggled to her stiletto heeled feet, the van was heading down the Americana tunnel.

            “Yes, Master?” Ms Americana said as she reached him.  “What about cameras?”

            “We have intruders.  Find them on the cameras so we can see who is coming,” he said.

            The sexy, super stacked super heroine plopped heavily into a rolling chair, and began manipulating the controls before a bank of monitors.  Just a few seconds later Green Spectre and Spectre Girl appeared on one monitor.  A few more seconds later, and Lady Midnight appeared on another monitor.

            “I think they are coming to rescue me,” Ms Americana said.

            She bit her lip, eyes glazing over.  He cut her a sharp look.  How fast could a heroine really recover from a sound fucking?  Their resilience was really annoying sometimes.

            “Do they know about the Americana Cave?” he said.

            “Yes.  They’ve been in here,” Ms Americana said.  “We’re all friends and comrades, Master.”

            Roberto watched as Team Green reached the mansion's east side terrace.  Lady Midnight came over the wall opposite Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, and wasn’t even halfway to the mansion.  He wondered if they were coordinating their attack, or coming there independently.  Super heroines rarely worked together, though when they did it was bad news for the bad guys.

            “Got to love it when a plan comes together so well,” Roberto said.  “Boys, let’s get ready to welcome my next group of sexy super heroines sex slaves.”

            As his boys filed into the elevator, he turned back to Ms Americana.  "Can you unlock the terrace doors from here?"

            "Yes," she said.

            "Do it," he said.  "But lock Midnight Avenger out until I say otherwise."

            Ms Americana frowned, hesitating.  He grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking her head back.  The captured heroine gasped, baby blues glazing over.

            "Do it," he snarled.

            Her long, delicate fingers quickly tapped out the commands on the keyboard, and a window popped up showing all the doors and windows on the ground floor, and that the terrace doors were unlocked.  His eyes darted to the monitor showing those French doors from the inside, and watched as Green Spectre slowly opened on and led her sidekick inside, both moving slow and quietly.

            "Good job letting your friends into my trap," he said, and then pressed a chloroform cloth over her mouth and nose.  Ms Americana sucked in a surprised breath, her eyes crossed and then fluttered close.  "Take a nap, Ms Ameri-fuck.  We'll be back shortly to setup Lady Midnight."

            He pulled her back so her head was rolled way back in the chair.  Roberto went over and pressed the button to call the elevator back down, before picking up some rope and handcuffs.  Ms Americana was trussed up tightly to the chair, ball-gagged, and still asleep when the elevator opened.  After one last check of the security cameras, he headed upstairs.

            Boss Lira found his trap ready to spring.  Green Spectre was slowly leading her hapless sidekick through the mansion, down a long, dark corridor.  That corridor was meant for servants, giving them quick access to multiple rooms.  It led straight to the kitchen, where half of the gangsters were waiting.

            "Shhh, Spectre Girl," the beautiful, busty blonde heroine said, finger across her full lips.  "Did you hear something?"

            "No," Spectre Girl whispered, cocking her head this way and that.  "Nothing.  I don't think Brenda is here.  I still think we should go look inside the Lira Mansion."

            Boss Lira cocked a brow.  How did they know he was the one that bought Ms Americana?  He was not pleased they'd discovered that, but that meant word would leak out to the street.  Lira Family prestige would skyrocket.

Take that, Erica, he thought, eyes narrowing.  His chief rival in the underworld was the Sambino Family, and Erica Sambino was the ruling boss of bosses in Delta City.  Capturing Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, and Lady Midnight would give him so much street cred and clout, he might be able to challenge Erica for supremacy.  Boss of bosses Lira sounds good, especially with Erica answering to me.

            Roberto was impressed with the heroine's ability to move so quietly in those spiky stiletto boots.  Most women clacked and clattered around in them.  Green Spectre and her sexy sidekick were quiet as mice as they guardedly entered the kitchen.

            "Get them," Roberto snapped out, making super heroines jump and move into defensive stances.

            Seven Lira Family enforcers charged into the kitchen from three access points, counting Roberto.  He enjoyed the wide-eyed look on Spectre Girl's youthful masked face.  Her mentor, though, just narrowed her eyes and closed her fists.  Veteran heroines were harder to rattle.

            "Surprise," Roberto said.  "Welcome to my super heroine trap, Green Slut and Spectre Bimbo."

            "Then you do have Ms — are holding Ms Brenda Wade hostage," Green Spectre said, looking around to size up her foes.  "Though it's only a trap if we came in unsuspecting.  You've fooled no one, Roberto."

            "Are we on a first name basis, Green?" he said.  "I'm a good twenty years your senior.  What are you, about forty?  Forty-five?"

            "How dare you, I'm only…aggh.  No, I'll not let you rile me up, miscreant," she said, standing taller and striking an arrogant pose that her sidekick mimicked.  "I've done this too long to let your petty little insults affect me and my performance."

            "Oh, I'm sure a hot blonde like you will perform exquisitely," he sneered.  "Riding our cocks into la la land.  Just like Ms Americana did, before we blew her mind and left her our absolutely devoted sex slave."

            The two heroines stiffened, faces becoming so grim.  Yeah, they knew the score.  They were all too aware of the fate of captured super heroines.  Rumor was, they'd both been captured more than once and suffered similar indignities, and enjoyed them as much as the next heroine.  But heroines had a nasty tendency to escape capture, even after a solid fucking.  Nasty habit, that Roberto intended in eradicating in those two goodie-two-shoes.

            "I suggest you miscreants surrender, before we are forced to kick your butts bloody," Spectre Girl said.  She lifted her clenched fists, giving them a wicked little smile.  "Not that I really want you to, but being a good girl I have to give you the easy way out first."

            "What she said," Green Spectre said, sliding into a more aggressive stance.  "Surrender, or suffer the consequences."

            He shook his head woefully.  Green Spectre and her blonde sidekick were not super powered.  With their power belts, Ms Americana was ten times as strong as a man, while Flag Girl was five times as strong.  Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were about as strong and fit as an Olympic gymnast, or a female professional fighter.  They were fast and vicious fighters, but still no match for twenty full grown men.

            "I think…we'll suffer our dicks up her asses," Roberto said, eyes narrowing as he stepped forward.  "Take them down!"

            "Party time!" Spectre Girl cried.  "Squeeee!"

            Spectre Girl charged Roberto, so Green Spectre zeroed in on his two bigger, meaner, tougher bodyguards.  Russian Igor Romanov and Vince Manning started to put themselves between the sidekick and their boss, but turned on Green Spectre instead.

            "Hey, Mikey!" Green Spectre cried, seeing him moving to intercept her daughter.

            The not so bright goon paused, looking across at her.  That was all Spectre Girl needed to reach their boss unopposed.  Unfortunately, that meant the blonde heroine took her eyes off Igor and Vince.

            "Hey this!" Vince cried, sending a right cross at her jaw.

            Green Spectre turned her face to make it a grazing blow, then spun and thrust out with a powerful kick to his belly.  Vince grunted and flew back past Igor, who rushed in to slam an uppercut to the heroine's jaw.

            Rolling with the blow, she actually leaped backwards, doing a flip, to land on her feet.  Green Spectre paused to rub her jaw, and then launched herself at him.  Spectre Girl reached Roberto then, making him duck and dodge aside.  He surprised Green Spectre by plowing into her ribs, shoulder first.

            "Oooff!" she cried, knocked brutally to the side.  Rolling away from Roberto and Igor, she came up face to face with another goon she didn't know.  His knee came up into her crotch.  "Uggh!  Bastard!"

            She heard another charging up from behind, as the other goon cocked back to punch her.  The super heroine ducked, lunged backwards.  Igor flipped over her and atop the other thug.

            "Oopsie," she said, and kicked them both in the head.  "Lights out."

            "Ack!  Gree — Mmm!" Spectre Girl cried, and was cut off.

            Green Spectre whirled around to see Vince with his arms wrapped around her sidekick from behind, pinning her arms down.  Mikey moved in with fist back, but the blonde, ponytailed sidekick slapped her right foot up between his legs.  Mikey dropped and puked all over her shiny black boots.

            Another Lira thug charged the sidekick.  She lifted her feet, knees to chest, and kicked him with both feet in the face.  He dropped like a rock.  And then she slammed her head back into Vince's face, before driving her stiletto heels into his thighs just above the knees.

            Green Spectre charged Roberto, being helped up by two more thugs.  She turned into a whirling tornado of flying fists and feet, plowing through that trio of evil.  At the same time, Spectre Girl kicked Vince over and over, high and low, until he was laid low.

            "Surrender or die," a Lira thug cried, pointing a gun at Green Spectre.

            The two heroines froze, and then both threw down dark green smoke grenades.  And then threw two more each down, filling the kitchen with thick smoke.  Men and heroines coughed, but the heroines dropped to all fours to save their lungs.  Together they hit the gunman and beat him unconscious.

            As the smoke cleared, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl struck arrogant poses before the bruised and battered mobsters.

            "Had enough?" Green Spectre said, arching a haughty brow.  "I think we've more than proven you seven are no match against us?"

            "Yeah," Spectre Girl said.  "Where's the twenty grown men you promised us?"

            "The rest are behind you," Roberto said.  "Arriving later than I wanted."

            "Sorry, Boss," Jake said.  "This place is a maze."

            "What the…?" Green Spectre cried, spinning around.  Thirteen fresh mobsters stood before them.  "Damn.  I hate it when this happens."

            "Time to kick their butts, too," Spectre Girl said, pounding a black-gloved fist into her palm.

            "No," Boss Lira said, and then all pulled on small, black masks over their mouths and noses.  "It's time you go sleepy-sleepy."

            "What do you mean by that?" Spectre Girl said, looking back and forth between the two groups.

            "Run!" Green Spectre cried and five mobsters cocked back their hands.  Hands filled with brightly colored balloons.  "Watch out!  Chloro-balloons!"

            Too late.  They all threw, and all five balloons hit their intended targets.  Three hit Green Spectre in the right hip, left tit, and on her chin.  Spectre Girl was hit square in the face and in the belly.

            "Aaaaagghhhh!" Green Spectre cried, grabbing her crotch and dropping to her knees with a look of shock and awe.  "Oooooooh."

            "Uuggghhhh!" Spectre Girl cried, falling onto her back and writhing.  Her body convulsed with orgasm after orgasm.  "Aaagghhh!  Aaagghhh!"

            "Nope, not chloroform," Boss Lira's muffled voice said.  "Bliss."

            The super powered aphrodisiac would make anyone instantly climax.  But for a super heroine, it was profound.  Totally wiped their minds clear, leaving them pure beings of pleasure.  As the fumes quickly evaporated off their shapely bodies, filling their noses and senses, all they could do was writhe, buck, and climax.  Over and over and over again.

            Roberto watched as Igor removed Green Spectre's utility belt, and then bound her wrists and elbows behind her back.  Then a short hobble-chain was locked around her black booted ankles.  Jake bound the sidekick the same way.  Then the two blonde heroines were yanked to their feet and forced to stumble out of the kitchen, bodies still ravaged by climax after climax.

            By the time they reached Brenda's master bedroom, the bliss was evaporated away.  Bliss evaporated faster than chloroform or alcohol.  Yet, the heroines where still huffing and puffing, looking utterly discombobulated.

            The mobsters were able to remove their gas masks.

            "If you think that bliss rocked your world, wait until me and boys jump on your sweet asses," Roberto said, cupping Green Spectre's chin and forcing her to look into his eyes.  She said nothing, just swallowed hard and jerked her face away.  "You'll be purring like a contented kitten within the hour.  Just like Brenda 'Ms Americana' Wade and Lydia 'Flag Girl' Wills did."

            When she didn't rise to the occasion, he reached over and yanked Spectre Girl's top down, making her big tits flop out.

            "Hey!  Leave her alone," Green Spectre cried.  She tried to kick him, but her hobble chain stopped that.

            "As we speak, the legendary Ms Americana, the greatest among you stupid heroines, has already been tamed and claimed.  She lives and breathes to serve me, to be the perfect little fuck toy.  And Flag Girl, well, she's already been sold into Third World sexual slavery, and is probably being loaded on a transport plane by now."

            Green Spectre sucked in a sharp breath, glancing at Spectre Girl.  The sidekick's eyes were huge.

            "Yes, your perky little sidekick will be put up on internet auction within the hour, and within two I suspect she too will be on her way into foreign sexual slavery."

            "No!  I won't allow it!"

            "Ball gag them," he said, and turned back to the elevator doors.  By the time the doors opened, both captured heroines were gasping and grunting, struggling mightily in their bindings.  Silenced by the ball gags.  "Ah, we're here.  Let's see where Lady Mid — No!"

            Roberto raced out of the elevator.  Ms Americana was recovered enough to be tapping something on the keyboard with one long stiletto heel.

            "Dammit, I knew I should've tied your feet to the chair," he growled as he yanked the rolling chair away from the computer.  He looked at the monitor to see what she was doing.  "Dammit.  She's let Lady Midnight inside.  Mikey, chain those two super sluts to the wall, and this one too.  Then stand guard while the rest of us go get Lady Midnight."

            As the turned to the elevator, the doors closed and it rose up.

            "Do you think she's foolish enough to come down here?" Roberto said.

            "Duh.  She's one of Delta City's most successful, most respected super heroines," Jake said.  "Of course she's stupid enough to come down here."

            They all laughed.

            "You're right.  My bad," Roberto said, clapping his henchman on the shoulder.  "Alright, let's get ready to greet her properly."

            "Bliss balloons?" Vince said.

            "No, a royal ass whipping beat down," Roberto said.  "Much more satisfying."

            The elevator returned after only a short stop topside.  The mobsters huddled around the elevator doors, eager to jump on Lady Midnight the instant the elevator arrived.  But when it finally stopped and opened there was no one inside.

            "Back!" Boss Lira cried.  "I smell Bliss.  The bitch is trying to catch us with one of our own tricks."

            "Yeah, you're right, Boss," Danny said, pointing to the elevator floor.  "See?  Little bits of purple rubber.  She broke a Bliss balloon on the floor."

            "Joey.  Jump in there," Roberto said.

            "I'll get blissed out, Boss."

            "I know, but if I'm right that elevator is about to be called back up by the Midnight Moron," he said, grinning with wicked glee.  "She'll expect to see someone there, if not several someones.  You tell her that you are alone, down here guarding Ms Americana while the rest of us returned home for some rest.  I bet that dumbass bitch believes you, too."

            "Okay.  Okay," Joey said, moving up to the elevator.  "Oh man, this shit's going to make me mess my shorts."

            "Whatever," Roberto said.  "Just don't fuck up what you tell Lady Midnight."

            With that Roberto shoved Joey into the elevator.  The young mobster instantly dropped to his knees, a blissful look on his face as he clutched his crotch and climaxed.  Joey was coming a second time when the elevator doors closed and the car headed back up.

            Roberto watched, barely able to breathe.  The car remained topside a long time, before he noticed the light above the door change to indicate it was coming back down.  He sighed gustily, grinning fiercely.

            "Be ready, boys.  I'm confident that super bimbo is coming down," Roberto said.

            "Party time," Vince said.  "If a couple more heroines show up, we'll each have our one personal sex slave for the night."

            "We should be so lucky," Jake said.

            The elevator opened, and Lady Midnight stepped out confidently, a clear breathing mask over her mouth and nose.  She froze, eyes huge as she looked around at the seven mobsters in a semi-circle before her.

            "Dammit, Joey lied to me," she said, dark eyes flashing.  "I hate liars."

            Roberto grinned as he looked the purple bikini clad beauty over.  Her barely covered body was spectacular, with heavy tits straining her barely there top.  He leered at her pronounced camel toe, and wished she didn't cover her long legs with those damned purple thigh boots.  Her hair was long and straightened, pulled back in a bouncy ponytail.  First time he'd seen her with a ponytail, and he liked it.

            "Push her back into the Blissed out elevator and pull off her gas mask!" Vince cried, lunging at the purple clad beauty.

            Lady Midnight leapt forward, straight at Vince.  As the big six foot six mob thug reached for her, she jumped high and vaulted off his shoulders.  Before the mobsters realized it the African-American heroine was behind them.

            "Watch out!" Roberto cried.

            First thing, Lady Midnight struck out with a sharp stiletto to the back of Vince's knee.  The big thug cried out and fell to one knee.  Before she could finish him off, though, Igor plowed into her from behind.  Roberto thought they had her for a second, but she twisted around in Igor's arms as they rolled on the floor.

            "Aahh!  Bastard," she cried, when he inadvertently pulled off her bikini top during their struggles.  Big firm tits bounced and jostled around, making all of the men stop and stare a second.  "Pigs."

            Their hesitation was all the lovely heroine needed.  She slapped an elbow across Igor's nose, sending him rolling back.  He lost his grip and she scrambled back to her feet, just in time to kick another thug in the chin and finish with a punch to Mikey's belly as he charged in with a battle cry.

            "This all you got, Roberto?" she said smugly.  "I'll make short work of you little boys."

            "Ah, shit," Roberto said.  He pulled a pistol and she prepared to react.  The mob boss knew he had little chance of actually hitting her, but that wasn't true of her comrades in costumed crime fighting.  Pointing the gun at Ms Americana, "Freeze, Lady Midnight, or Ms Americana dies."

            The beautiful African-American froze, eyes huge.  He could see her mind working a million miles an hour behind her big brown eyes.  Unfortunately, she probably would figure a way out of that predicament if given time.

            "Take her," Roberto said.  He locked eyes with the topless heroine.  "If you continue to fight, I'll shot Ms Americana.  Losing one heroine is acceptable battle damage."

            "You sick bastard," Lady Midnight growled, eyes flashing as two thugs each grabbed an arm.  She gave a half-hearted struggle, probably because it was hard-wired into her psyche.  "You won't get away with this.  We will be avenged!"

            Jake moved up behind the captured heroine.  He quickly removed her gas mask and utility belt, and then cut off her thong costume bottoms.  Roberto stepped up close to admire her bikini waxed snatch, and barely there landing strip.  He pressed the barrel of his pistol under her chin, forcing her to lift her lips.  Her eyes widened as her glossy purple lips parted slightly, looking so damned kissable.

            "Mmm!" she cried when he claimed her lips in a deep, fierce kiss.

            Roberto noticed she did not even try to pull away from that kiss.  Was it the pistol pressed under her chin?  Or did she really like it?  Rumor on the street was heroines really liked being used sexually.  Lady Midnight's rep was one of the worst.

            As their lips slid around, caressing and sucking, Roberto's free hand found her tits.  Her big, firm tits.  Her skin was so silky smooth and warm, while her rubbery nipples were erect and hard.  The boss pinched, pulled, and twisted a nipple.

            "Uugggh," Lady Midnight groaned.  "Uuuuggghhh."

            "Bind her wrists and elbows," he said.

            "Why the elbows?" she said as Jake secured her wrists with two plastic tie-wraps.  She tugged at them a second, before he pulled her elbows together and tie-wrapped them, too.  Lady Midnight winced, back bowing and head rolling back as she struggled against her bindings.  "Aaggh!  You miscreants will pay dearly for this."

            Roberto put away his pistol.  He looked her spectacular body over hungrily.

            "Pay?  You mean like this?" he said, grabbing her tits with both hands and burying his face in her deep cleavage.  He motorboated her tits.  "Brrrrrrrrrr.  Yeah."

            "Hey, boss, while you're playing with the Midnight Slut, mind if we…?" Jake said, glancing at the other three super heroines bound to the wall.

            Roberto paused.  Lady Midnight was panting in his arms, a look of astonishment on her purple masked face.  He looked at his eager men, and then at the other three super heroines.

            Ms Americana was already well tamed, but starting to recover without constantly attention.  Her spectacular body was still shiny with sweat from nonstop fucking.  She was the most coherent of the three, and looked eager to please as she bit her lip and watched Igor.

            Green Spectre had been stripped of her bustier and shorts, her fishnet pantyhose ripped open to expose her completely bare pussy.  Her inner thighs were shiny wet from her dripping pussy juices, her body still in the throes of bliss-induced pleasure.  Back bowed, rubbing her thighs together, she looked totally blissed out as she moaned and groaned softly.

            Spectre Girl was also stripped of top and bottoms, and just as blissed out as her mentor.  The sexy blonde was staring up into Joey's face, while straining at her chains to rub her tits against the thug.

            "I love Bliss," Roberto said.  "Fuck their brains out, boys."

            "No," Lady Midnight said.  "Leave us alone.  We're honorable heroines and deserve respectful treatment."

            "Like this?" Roberto said, one hand dropping to her pussy.  He found it hot and wet, just as he expected.  There was just something about super heroines that made them super horny when captured.  "Feels like you are ready, willing, and eager to please."

            "Aaiiee!  Oh!" she cried when he stroked her nether lips.  Then one finger penetrated, "Aaaiieee!  Ooooooh."

            "I knew you'd like that, you super slut," he said, and claimed her lips again.

            Roberto finger fucked Lady Midnight, while refusing to surrender her lips.  He felt the resistance collapsing within the veteran super heroine.  Soon her shapely hips were thrusting forward, helping him finger fuck her to la la land.  She panted through her nose, body writhing in his arms.

            "Mmmmmm," she groaned wantonly.  He forced her to kneel, and her mouth instinctively opened.  Roberto barked a laugh, unzipped, and thrust into her hot, wet mouth.  Lady Midnight went down on him without hesitation.  "Uuuggghhhhh."

            "You super heroines are all the same," he said, watching her purple lips stretched around his girth, sliding up and down his shaft.  She had a blissful look in her eyes.  "You talk all virtuous and unattainable, but the second your sacred body is penetrated you become wanton sluts."

            "Not our fault," Lady Midnight said, coming up for air.  Slurp.  "Mmm."  Slurp.  "It's that…" Sssslurp!  "…curse.  Aphrodite…Mmmm."  Slurp.  Slurp.  Ssslurp!  "Mmm.  It's our curse from the goddess."

            "Ah, yes, you are all descended from the Goddess of Fucking," he said.  "Got her horny genes in you."

            "Mmmm.  Yes," the sexy super heroine said.  Slurp.  "Ngh!  Mmmm."

            "Wrong to take advantage of us," she whispered.  Slurp.  Slurp.  "Mmm, so good.  So wrong."

            "Don't ignore my nuts," Roberto said as she licked her way down his shaft.  As the African-American heroine started licking and sucking on his nutsack, the Lira Family boss looked around.  His boys were all have a grand time.  Ms Americana was on all fours, with Igor reaming out her ass while Danny skull fucked her.  Green Spectre was between Vince and Jake, while the two thugs took her standing up.  Vince was nut deep in her pussy and Jake was fucking her sweet ass.  And Spectre Girl was putting them all to shame.

            "Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!" Spectre Girl grunted with each deep thrust.  Joey was laying on a table under her playing with her big tits, pinching, pulling, rolling them, while she rode his cock hard and fast.  Charlie was fucking her up the butt at the same time while yanking her long blonde ponytail.  He watched as Alfie pulled her head to the side and shoved his cock all the way into her eager mouth.  The thug sighed gustily as he deep-throated the cock-hungry sidekick. "Ugh!  Uuggghh!"

            "Bliss is fucking awesome," Roberto said.  "Makes you oversexed bitches utterly cock hungry and eager to please."

            Lady Midnight started licking her way back up his cock as Charlie and Igor cried out in pleasure, filling their super heroine fuck toys with cum.  All four heroines reacted to their cries of pleasure with increased efforts.  Seeing how successful they were at capturing and taming three of Delta City's top veteran super heroines, and two of their sidekicks, the mob boss signed and felt his body change.

            "I'm ready," he said.  "Eat my cum, Lady Midnight."

            "Mmmm," she said.  Slurp.  Ssslurp!  SLURP!  And he blew his wad, puffing out her cheeks.  "Uuuggghhhhh.  MMmmm."

Ssslurp!  Ssslurp!

            The captured super heroine continued to suck even after swallowing all he had to give.  Her eyes showed how totally into the sex she was.  Lost in it.  Roberto grinned.

            "Hey, boss," Vince said.  "Do we got time for a show?"

            "What did you have in mind?"

            The six foot six bodyguard grinned with wicked delight.

            "A four super heroine daisy chain," he said.  "Think about it.  Ms Americana eats out Green Spectre, who is eating out Lady Midnight, who is eating out Spectre Girl, who finishes the chain by eating out Ms Americana."

            "I love my job," Roberto said, looking down into Lady Midnight's masked face.  "I guess we can wait to unmask these last three until after the show.  Let's film it, too.  Put Ms Americana's mask back on.  We'll unmask all of them on camera after the daisy chain."

            "You're all a bunch of stinking pigs," Lady Midnight said.  She sat back on her legs, licking her lips.  Her eyes show her deep arousal, but there was a hint of intellect peeking out.  "It's not right to take advantage of us like this.  We deserve respect."

            "You want dose of bliss?"

            She closed her eyes and shuttered.  "No.  Kinda.  I mean…Oooooh."

            Boss Lira laughed.  When fucked stupid super heroines could say the darnedest things.  They became completely honest in the most submissively delightful way.

            With tight fists holding their hair, all four heroines were forced to crawl to a corner of the Americana Cave where the mobsters had already setup a porno set.  Ms Americana and her alter ego had already made of porn shorts there.  The vanquished masked vigilantes were forced to kneel and face the middle of the circle.

            "Okay, action ladies," Roberto said.  "Start out kissing and feeling each other up, and then lay down in a circle and eat each other out."

            Lady Midnight gave him a dark look, but all four obeyed.  They leaned forward, their lips kissing one then the other and the other heroine.  Gloved hands caressed naked tits.  Pinched, pulled, and rolled hard, erect nipples.  Soon all of them were panting, moaning and groan.  The watching mobsters fidgeted, watching raptly because they knew the heroines were not acting.

            They were that horny.

            "Super heroines.  No," Roberto said.  "Super horny girls.  Yes."

            Without prompting, they sprawled out in a circle.  They all rolled up on one hip, legs spread wide.  Ms Americana lowered her face to Green Spectre's snatch first.

            "Mmm," she moaned, licking the blonde beauty's pussy eagerly.  "Tastes like cum."

            "It should, it's filled with my cum," Vince said.

            "Don't forget to eat out her ass," Jake said.  "My cum is dribbling out there."

            To Roberto's surprise, Ms Americana licked her way back down Green Spectre's crack to her butt hole.  Her tongue plowed into her comrade in crime fighting's ass hole.

            "Ooooh," Green Spectre cried.  "Oh yes.  Yes.  Oooooh."

            "Mmm," Ms Americana groaned.  Sslurp.  "Mmmmm."

            "Oh goddess, forgive me," Lady Midnight groaned out, and lowered her face to Spectre Girl's sloppy, sticky wet pussy.  She gave it a tentative lick.  "Mmmm."  And then another, and another.  "So nasty…good."

            Lady Midnight hooked her arms around the sidekick's thighs and went to down on her pussy.  Spectre Girl's eyes crossed, and she sighed gustily, before lowering her face to Ms Americana's exposed pussy.

            Green Spectre watched her sidekick go down on the Queen of Justice, before moaning and turning to Lady Midnight's pussy.  She lowered her face, and started licking all around her nether lips.  Then she shoved a finger up the African-American's butt hole and started finger fucking her.

            "Mmmmm," Lady Midnight groaned.

            "Mmmmm," Green Spectre moaned as she really started eating her friend out.

            "Oooooh," Spectre Girl cried out.

            "Uuugggh," Ms Americana grunted, grinding her pussy in the sidekick's face.

            The mobsters watched and filmed the four beautiful heroines bring each other to one climax after another.  For the next hour.  By the time Roberto called an end to the fun, they all looked utterly exhausted.  Utterly aroused and needy.  Their lower faces were all shiny with pussy juices, while their bodies were shiny with sweat.

            "It's late and I'm tired," Roberto said.  "Let's put them in the hold stations for the night."

            "We aren't going to unmask them?" Igor said.

            "We are, but in the holding stations," he said.  "I think they'll look sexier, and more helpless that way."

            It a side chamber the mobsters had setup a line of ten "holding stations."  They were steel bondage playstations that held the captives perfectly still.  A pedestal was bolted to the floor, with a ten inch rubber dildo sticking straight up out of the small seat.  The heroines were impaled on the dildo, and then forced to lean forward.  Another bar slanted up from the base of the pedestal, with manacles low on it and a steel collar at the other end.  The bar pressed between their huge tits, and Roberto grinned as one, two, three, and four heroine throats were snapped and locked into those collars.  Then their arms were pulled down and wrists locked into the manacles.

            "A beautiful sight," he said.

            The super heroines' legs were all pulled back and up, to be locked into shackles just inches from their butts, stiletto heels pointing at the heavens.  Their shackled feet were then spread wide as fucking machines were moved up behind them.  Since they were impaled already on big dildos, the equally long and fast dildos on the end of the fucking machines were guided to their reamed out butt holes.

            "Ugh!" Lady Midnight grunted when the machine's cock was forced up her poop chute.  "This is so…"  The machine was turned on.  "….uuuggghhhh."

            "You were saying?" Roberto said, and the mobsters all laughed.

            "Ooooh, yes," Ms Americana moaned as they started her fucking machine.  Her baby blues rolled up and she strained at her bindings.  "Oooooooh."

            "Oh no!  Oh no!" Spectre Girl cried.  "Green Spectre, I don't think I can…Uugggh."

            Turning the fucking machine on shut her up.  Spectre Girl froze for a long moment, and then started bucking in her tight bondage.  Mostly, though, she just forced herself up and down the dildo on the seat.  Effectively double fucking herself.

            "Roberto," Green Spectre said, nervously looking over her shoulder as they moved her fucking machine into place.  "You won't get away with this."

            "Want to bet?"

            "W-We will…Ooooh," she said, body tensing up as the machine's long, fat cock end was guided to and into her reamed out ass.  Her eyes fluttered close as she sighed.  Then they popped open and cut towards the mob boss.  "You may have defeated us.  Aagghh!  Ooooh."  Her jaw dropped as the fucking machine's dildo was thrust deep into her ass.  "You may have humiliated us and dragged us into base debauchery…uugghh…but we will be avenged.  Mark my words, Roberto, we will…"  The machine was turned on.  "...Uuggghhh!  Oh goddess yes."

            The whole thing was video recorded.  Roberto smiled.  He was going to sell millions of that video alone.  Those four beauties were going to make him tens of millions.

            "Gag them," he said.

            Bright red ball gags were forced between their teeth.  The gags were buckled behind their heads.  Roberto moved up to Ms Americana first, even though she was second in line, left to right.  Lady Midnight was to her left, from his position.  Spectre Girl was between her and Green Spectre on the other end.

            "Hello and good bye, Ms Americana," Roberto said, giving her ball gag a finger thump.  Then he reached higher and took hold of the edge of her mask.  Looking back at the camera, "Shall we find out who has been hiding behind this star-spangled mask for so long?  Who wants to know Ms Americana's secret identity?  Well, I for one do."

            Roberto started pulling.  Ms Americana's baby blues were huge.  She was grunting with every thrust of the fucking machine.  Her shapely, sweat shiny body was jiggling with the power of those thrusts and her own reaction to them.  He paused as twin tears rolled out of her eyes, and then he started pulling.

            "Ms Americana is…Brenda Wade!  Holy shit, that is incredible," he said.  "Two super bitches down with one stone!"

            He moved over to Lady Midnight.  Her brown eyes were hooded.  Drool hung off her chin.  Her nipples looked the biggest, most erect of them all.  He noticed her smooth brown skin goose-fleshed when he took hold of her mask.

            "Lady Midnight's secret identity is….," he said, slowly peeling away her purple mask.  "Assistant DA Angela Grear!  Yes!  Take that, you bitch!"

            Roberto moved over to Green Spectre next.  Sidekicks weren't as impressive, and really Spectre Girl was an afterthought most of the time.  She'd be sold off first, like Flag Girl had been earlier.

            "Let's find out who is hiding behind the green mask," Roberto said.  "How's it going, Green Slut?"

            Green Spectre cut a bleary-eyed look up at him.  Of them all, she looked the most aroused, mind numb of all.  He grabbed the edge of her mask and started pulling.

            "Green Spectre's mask is hiding….Axanna Morgan!  Yes!"  Roberto turned to her sidekick.  "That must mean her side slut is her daughter, Summer?"  He pulled her mask off.  "Yes!  It is.  Mother and daughter.  It's going to be so sweet watching your face as we sell your daughter into white slavery, and then crate her up, and ship her away forever."

            All four masks were dropped on the floor below the heroines.  Reminders of all they'd lost.  The mobsters turned off the cameras and headed for the elevators.

            "Have fun, ladies," Roberto said, cupping Green Spectre's tits and giving them a last squeeze.  "In the morning we'll auction Spectre Girl first, and then continue the rest of your porn careers."

            Roberto Lira turned off the lights, plunging the helpless heroines into absolute darkness.  Absolute despair and hopelessness.  And he left them there to think about their fates and "enjoy" the fucking machines humming behind them.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Three days later, deep under Wade Manor…

            "Ooooh," Ms Americana groaned, baby blues fluttering open.  The only sound was the other two fucking machines, still thrusting relentlessly into Green Spectre and Lady Midnight.  Dim light came in through the open door, but most of the lights in the main Americana Cave were off.  "At least Roberto conserves energy."

            Her mind and body were so lethargic.  It was the first morning in she didn't know how long that she woke up and there weren't mobsters all around her.  And why was her fucking machine off?

            Ms Americana looked left and right.  Lady Midnight was squirming in her sleep to her right.  The fucking machine's two long, thick dildo were shiny with lubricant as they thrust into her from behind.  Her unmasked face was slack, drool hanging from her chin.  Her costume was long gone, so now all she wore were black lace-up knee boots.

            Green Spectre was to her left, but awake and grunting with every thrust into her body.  Ms Americana watched as her beloved friend climaxed yet again.

            "Aaagghhh.  Aaagghhh.  Oooooh, goddess save me," the gorgeous blonde heroine whispered.  "Oh.  Oh.  Oh!  Aaaggghh."

            The blonde wore only a pair of black pumps, chandelier earrings, and black opera gloves.  Ms Americana only wore a pair of red thigh boots.  Basically, all three were taken straight here from their last porn video shoot, with what they were wearing at the time.  Their complete costumes from masks to boots, and everything in between, were on display in Roberto Lira's trophy room.

And the three of us and our secret alter egos are all on very public display on internet porn sites all over the world, Ms Americana thought, face heating up as she dwelled upon the magnitude of their defeated.  Unmasked on camera, and that video sold all over the world.  We are all ruined.  Destroyed.

            Roberto was in the process of dividing up and selling their individual assets.  The previous day he gleefully inform Green Spectre that her alter ego Axanna Morgan was now flat broke.  Since Ms Americana was much richer as Brenda Wade, it took longer to sell off her empire, but the raven-maned heroine was caught first.  She was effectively broke before Green Spectre and Lady Midnight failed to rescue her.

            In a matter of weeks Roberto Lira went from being worth $500 million to being worth over $5 billion.

            Ms Americana's gaze went past Green Spectre's bucking, groaning body, to the empty "playstation" beside her.  Spectre Girl was auctioned off the next day after being captured, and immediately crated and shipped to her new master.  It was horrible for her, but worse for Green Spectre.  Spectre Girl's fate reminded Ms Americana of Flag Girl, sold even earlier.  Losing a sidekick was worse than being captured.

            She squirmed, and thrust her butt backwards to force the two dildos deeper up her pussy and ass.  Ms Americana hated her needy body, but sex made her forget just how horrific and absolute her defeat and capture were.  She longed to lose herself in mindless sex.  Everything was beautiful and perfect when she was climaxing.

            "Dammit, those incompetent men," she groaned, unable to move enough to really get any pleasure.  There was no clock or windows, so she had no idea what time it was, if it was even day or night.  Would Roberto and his men come for their captive beauties in a few minutes, or in many hours?  "Agh.  You make me crazy.  I hate you so much, Roberto!"

            Ms Americana's desperation blossomed.  Her body demanded stimulation.  This was the longest time she'd gone without someone or something fucking her.  Constant fucking was her life.  She needed it.  Wanted it so badly it hurt.  The vanquished vigilante bucked and struggled, frustration welling up and exploding within.

            "Oh!  Sweet Justice yes!" Ms Americana cried when her right manacle came open.  "They didn't lock it!"

            She quickly released her left wrist, and then unfastened the steel collar around her neck.  Before she knew it, the shapely super heroine was standing on wobbly knees behind Lady Midnight.

            When she couldn't figure out how to turn off the fucking machine, or to even get out out of her friend, Ms Americana decided she'd just have to take the chance.  After looking out into the main cave, she determined they were alone down there so it was safe to turn on the lights.

            "Aaaghh," Lady Midnight cried, blinking in the bright light.  "Is it time already?"

            "Past time," Ms Americana said, stepping up before the two bound beauties.  Her baby blues narrowed and her hands curled into fists.  "To escape and exact our righteous vengeance!"

            "Quick, Brenda, before…uggh…I come…ooh…again…Aaagghhh!" Green Spectre said, bucking wildly within her tight restraints.  "Oooooh, too late."

            Stepping behind Lady Midnight, she quickly found the on/off switch.  After turning off that machine, she stepped behind the blonde and turned off her fucking machine.  Then she moved up beside Green Spectre, stroking her long soft hair and looking her sweat-shiny body over.  Axanna was huffing and puffing, body still trembling.

            "Wow.  Are you all right, sweetie?" Ms Americana said.

            "Oh yeah.  I'm more than all right," Green Spectre whispered, face a mask of pure bliss.  "And that's my problem.  It's just too damned good."

            "Sometimes I hate the how our bodies react to sexual stimulation," Lady Midnight said, voice deep and husky from too much orgasmic screaming.  "And sometimes I love to so much."

            "It's the cross we must bear," Ms Americana said, releasing Green Spectre's wrists and throat.  While the blonde freed her own legs, the Queen of Justice hurried over to Lady Midnight and released her wrists and throat from bondage.  "I just wish the bad guys would stop shoving it up my ass."

            "Okay, we're free," Green Spectre said.  "Roberta exposed our secret identities and stole all of our wealth.  What now?  Run away and go into hiding?"

            "Yes," Ms Americana said.  Then a vicious smile spread across her gorgeous face.  "But first we take the Lira Family down!  We show the world just what kind of heroines we are, and then vanish into obscurity."

            "Ouch.  Obscurity?" Green Spectre said.  "I think I'd rather be a porn star than be obscure and forgotten."

            Lady Midnight gasped and Ms Americana groaned.  The dark allure of being a porn star or prostitute called to her, as well.  Deep down she knew it was wrong.  Wicked.  Disgusting.  She would be the kind of weak, pathetic woman she despised, but yet.  All of that wonderful sex.  Just thinking about it made her pussy throb and wet, while turning her insides into a hot mess.

            "W-We have to be strong," Ms Americana said.

            "Easier said than done," Green Spectre said.

Thwack!

            "Aaiiee!  Bitch!  Why did you slap me?" Green Spectre said, glaring murderously.

            "Good, you're back," Ms Americana said, smirking.  Her eyes narrowed again, "When you start to waver, just remember what they did to your daughter.  Summer was bought by Dragon Queen.  To be experimented on.  To be bred with that horrible woman's disgusting, nightmarish creations."

            "We have to save her," she said.

            "We will," Ms Americana said.  "And we'll save Lydia, too."

            "But first we have to destroy Roberto Lira," Lady Midnight said.  "He is the monster that destroyed us.  He is the vile bastard that sold your beautiful sidekicks into white slavery."

            "If we don't destroy him, then he will drag us back down into the gutter of debauchery," Ms Americana said.  "He is our nemesis, and we can accomplish nothing until he is gone."

            "Less talk, more action," Lady Midnight said.

            "I'm going to castrate his ass," Green Spectre growled.

            "Well, we understand," Ms Americana said, smirking again.  "But technically, you can't castrate his ass."

            "I can try," she said, wagging her brows.

            Feeling a hundred times better, the three nearly naked super heroines strode out of the side chamber and across the Americana Cave.  They took the elevator up to Ms Americana's hidden dressing room.

            "Really?" Green Spectre said.  "They didn't take all of your costumes to sell on Ebay or something?"

            "This is great," Ms Americana said, starting to put double-sided tape on a spare mask.  "We can go into battle in full costume."

            "Well, you can," Green Spectre said, lifting up a pair of red calf boots.  "Lady Midnight and I are still naked."

            "Put on one of my costumes," she said.

            "Come on, seriously?" Lady Midnight said.

            "I'm serious," she said, pulling her red, white, and blue bikini bottoms up mile long legs.  "Unless you want to run into battle naked.  Those big, bouncing tits will certainly distract them."

            While she dressed, Green Spectre and Lady Midnight stared at each other a long moment.  Then Green Spectre kicked off the black pumps, and started pulling on "Ms Americana" boots.  Lady Midnight pulled on a pair of thong-like bikini bottoms, and then put on a pair of boots.  Soon all three were dressed as Ms Americana: blonde, brunette, and African-American versions.

            "Aren't we a sight to behold," Lady Midnight said.

            "Best looking costumes either of you've ever worn," Ms Americana said.  "You both look marvelous."

            They just shook their heads and followed her out into Brenda Wade's vast closet, and then into her bedroom.  The bed was empty, but rumpled.  Ms Americana scowled at it.  She remembered her first night of capture was spent in that bed, where they gangbanged her senseless.  It lasted all night long, and she didn't remember much of the next days afterwards.

            "Shh," Lady Midnight said.  "Listen."

            "Fighting," Ms Americana whispered.  "Downstairs."

            "Rescue attempt," Green Spectre said.

            "Yes!  Let's go, girls!" Ms Americana cried, racing out the open bedroom door.

            By the time they reached the top of the grand staircase, Ms Americana knew it was all going down in the Great Room.  She didn't know who the super heroine or heroines were, but could hear shouting mobsters.  Roberto, Jake, and Charlie were doing most of the shouting.

            "Payback time," Green Spectre said, and vaulted over the side to marble floor of the grand foyer below.  Ms Americana and Lady Midnight followed her over a heartbeat later.  They hit the marble floor with the clattered of stilettos, and took off running towards the sounds of battle.  "Halt, miscreants!"

            The three escaped heroines stormed into the Great Room to be brought up short.  There were three super heroines in there, but only one was still fighting.  Blonde and beautiful Amazing Babe was stripped to boots, gloves, and mask, bent over a chair and bound in place.  Cum dribbled off her chin, tits, and ass.  Igor was balls deep up her tight little ass, and the look on her face was beatific.

            Sprawled face up on the coffee table, tied spread-eagle and also down to boots and mask was Wolf Woman.  The beautiful Latina was getting it from two mobsters, Vince thrusting down her throat and Mikey pounding her pussy.

            None of the three mobsters happily fucking super heroines seemed concerned that Roberto, Vince, Danny, Joey, and Alfie were fighting Azure Angel.  To Ms Americana's surprise the Asian beauty appeared to be dominating the men.  Unfortunately, their arrival distracted Azure Angel, making her stop and look back at them.

            "What the…?" Azure Angel said.  "Why are you all dressed as — Ooff!"

            Danny delivered a powerful punch to her belly, doubling her up.  Joey hooked his arm behind Azure Angel's, and pulled them back and held on as Danny continued to pound the proud beauty into la la land.

            "Hey!" Ms Americana cried.  "Cease and desist!  This Ms Americana demands!"

            "Get them, boys!" Roberto cried.  "They'll be easy, since we've already broken and tamed their spirits."

            "How dare you!" Lady Midnight cried, charging the mob boss.

            There was only Roberto, Alfie, and Vince to deal with three really pissed off super heroines.  Ms Americana was confident in an easy victory as Green Spectre raced off to help Azure Angel.  Ms Americana strode arrogantly towards the last two mobsters, Vince and Alfie.

            "Hey, Americana, you do remember that you've been de-powered, right?" Vince said, grinning as he moved ahead of Alfie.  "No belt means no super power.  And that means each of us is twice as strong as you."

            "Four to one advantage to us," Alfie said.

            Ms Americana scowled at them.  Why did criminals think she was helpless without super powers?  She was still stronger than Lady Midnight and Green Spectre, and neither of them ever had super strength, and were quite successful.

            "Take that!" Lady Midnight cried as she took a swing at Roberto's face.  He ducked and punched her in the ribs, but she backhanded him over a chair a second later.  "I'm going to beat ten pounds of flesh out of your god-forsaken ass, mister!"

            Green Spectre slammed into Joey, bashing the mob thug away from Azure Angel.  Ms Americana glanced to her right, smiling as Green Spectre squared off with Joey and Azure Angel gathered herself and charged Danny.  She then turned back to her opponents and wagged her brows.

            "Let's dance, girls," she sneered.

            "Uuuggghhh!" Wolf Woman cried.

            Ms Americana glanced at her.  The Latina heroine was bucking on the coffee table, clearly in the throes of climax.  Both mob goons continued to thrust into her with wild abandon.  The sight sucked the air from her lungs, and distracted her just long enough for Vince to tackle her around the waist, driving her straight back to the floor.

            "Ugh!" she grunted, head bouncing off the hardwood floor.  Then Alfie kicked her in the chin.  "Oooh."

            Black and white flashed behind her eyes.  Ms Americana felt all strength bleed away.  Vince rolled her onto her stomach, hooked his arm behind her elbows, and hauled the Queen of Justice to her stiletto-heeled feet.  She moaned and groaned, head lolling, a second, before Alfie stepped up before her and ripped off her top.

            "Nice speed bags, Ms Americana," Alfie said, and started pounding her bouncing tits.

            "Aaaagghhhh!" she cried, the pain exquisite.  "Stop!  Hitting!  My!  Aagghh!  TITS!"

            In desperation, Ms Americana kicked straight up between his legs.  Alfie squeaked, knees locked together, and fell away with a red-faced surprised look.  The vivacious vigilante didn't waste time.  She threw her head back as hard as possible, slamming into Vince's mouth.  He cried out, and his hold on her loosened.

            "Ms Americana always escapes!" she cried, breaking free.  Ms Americana pounded her fists into his face, belly, and ended it with a rabbit punch to the throat.  Vince fell beside Alfie clutching his throat.  "Job done!"

            "Aaghh!" Roberto cried, slamming against the wall.

            Ms Americana looked just in time to see his eyes roll up and him slowly slide down that wall.  To her right Green Spectre and Azure Angel had Joey and Danny backed up to a wall, huffing and puffing.  The three mobsters fucking Amazing Babe and Wolf Woman had finally stopped to stare at the other three heroines.

            "It's over, boys," Ms Americana said.  She wagged her brows at the three fucking mobsters.  "We got you with your pants downs."

            "Yeah, how embarrassing for you," Lady Midnight said, stepping up beside Ms Americana.  "But you should've know better.  After all, Justice always prevails."

            "Prevail at this," Roberto said, voice low and strained.  Ms Americana and Lady Midnight looked at him, brows raised haughtily.  He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at them.  "You have no protection from bullets.  Hands up, or die."

            Ms Americana's baby blues widened, heart hammering. 

            "Great Liberty, this is not just!"  Her red gloved hands slowly rose up as her belly clenched and her pussy got very hot and wet.  Dark, erotic visions of the consequences of this fight filled her oversexed mind.  She could barely breath as Lady Midnight raised her hands, and then Green Spectre and Azure Angel followed suit.  "We will be avenged!"

            Cries of outrage from Azure Angel caught her attention.  The Asian Avenger and Green Spectre were prisoners, their wrists and elbows bound behind their backs.  The hapless heroines were lined up before Roberto: Lady Midnight, Ms Americana, Green Spectre, and Azure Angel.  He looked them over with a cruel, lust-filled smile as Ms Americana's and Lady Midnight's wrists and elbows were bound behind their backs by Danny and Alfie.

            "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" Amazing Babe cried, eyes huge as she bucked wildly, Igor pounding into her ass like a madman.  And then, "Aaaagggghhhhh!  Ooooh, yes."

            Igor cried out a second later, pulled out and shot his cream seed all over her sweet round butt.  Ms Americana averted her eyes, shaking her head woefully.  In her mind, it was her bent over that chair getting anally reamed out.  And she knew it wouldn't be long before it really was her.

            "Perverts," she said.

            "You don't like that?" Igor said.  He glanced at his boss, who nodded.  Alarms went off in Ms Americana's mind.  And then Igor strode over angrily and snatched up a tight fistful of silky black hair.  "Let's see how you like this?"

            "Great Liberty!" she cried as he forced her over behind Amazing Babe.  A second later the Queen of Justice as on her knees, stared wide-eyed at the blonde heroine's cum soaked butt.  She swallowed hard, having a bad feeling about it.  And then Igor turned her face to his crotch, and pressed his cum-slavered cock to her full red lips.  "Ass to mouth, Ms Americana.  Amazing Babe's amazing ass, to your amazing mouth.  Suck me clean."

            "Ack!" she cried as he thrust into her mouth.  Her eyes crossed at the stench of Amazing Babe's ass assaulted her, and then the taste registered.  "Ack!  Ngh!  Uummm."

            Roberto laughed as Igor forced his cock down her throat.  Ms Americana struggled against the bindings around her wrists and elbows as she squawked and gagged, mostly from the idea of ass to mouth.  But her Aphrodite body and recent mental conditioning kicked in, and she started sucking.  Soon he was completely inside her mouth, her full lips wrapped around the base of his cock and her nose buried in her thick pubic patch.

            "Mmmm.  Ugh.  Ngh," she grunted and groaned.  Slurp.  Glnk.  Ssslurp.  "Um."

            Igor took her head in both hands, and skull fucked the beautiful super heroine.  Ms Americana worked her tongue, sucking, moaning, groaning, slurping as he took his pleasure of her mouth.  Cutting her eyes to the side, she watched as the other three captured heroines were stripped and forced to kneel.  Lady Midnight sucked Roberto, while Green Spectre went down on Danny and Azure Angel sucked and licked Alfie's balls.

            "Oooh.  What?  You didn't come," Ms Americana whispered breathlessly when Igor stopped and pulled out of her mouth.

            "I'm an ass man," he said, turning her to face Amazing Babe's cum-slathered butt.  He pushed Ms Americana's face firmly into the blonde heroine's butt crack, dropped down behind her, and then thrust up the Queen of Justice's butt.  "Aaagghh, yes."

            "Uuuggghhh!" she cried.

            With a fistful of hair, Igor yanked her head back before rubbing it all across Amazing Babe's nasty butt cheeks.  Spreading all that cream, cooling cum around.  And then he forced her to rub her tits all over the other heroine's ass.  Finally, Igor forced Ms Americana's face deep into Amazing Babe's butt crack.  Her lips pressed against the other heroine's nasty, dribbling pussy lips.

            "Kiss it."

            Ms Americana reluctantly kiss Amazing Babe's wet pussy.

            "Eat it.  Eat out all of the cum in her pussy," he demanded as he started slamming his cock up her ass with authority.  "Suck her dry."

            "Aaagghh," she groaned.  The sexy heroine had no choice.  She started licking cunt.  The taste of cum was thick.  Igor wasn't the only man to have his way up Amazing Babe's pussy.  There was too much cum for just one man.  Ms Americana licked and sucked, swallowing it all down.  Soon her body was super hot and sweaty, her insides a molten mess of glory.  Amazing Babe's juices really started flowing, and the blonde beauty was gasping and crying out as she bucked and wiggled her butt across Ms Americana's face.  "Mmmmmm."

            Sssslurp!

            "Aaaggghhh!" Amazing Babe cried.  "Oh goddess, it too good to stop."

            Amazing Babe's climax squirted girl-cum into Ms Americana's mouth, which she lapped up hungrily.  Between eating out her friend's pussy, and Igor's awesome cock up her ass, the Queen of Justice's brain was all but melted away.  All she could think about was getting more, more, more.

            "Swallow it all, Lady Midnight!" Roberto cried.

            Wolf Woman cried out in orgasmic joy again.  Ms Americana's brain was all but shut down.  The only sounds were the slapping of Igor's hips against her butt cheeks, and the slurps of five helpless super heroines.  All punctuated by the grunts and groans of the heroines being so thoroughly debased.

            "Americana, lick all of my cum off Amazing Babe's butt," Igor said.

            "Yes.  Lick it all," she whispered, baby blues hooded as she started licking.  She licked Amazing Babe clean, from her knees to the small of her back.  Ms Americana licked her perfectly clean.  "Mmmmm."

            "Good job, Americana," Igor said, fucking her ass a bit more frantically.  "Now eat out her ass.  Ream her out good."

            "Anything you say, Master," she whispered and pushed her face back into Amazing Babe's butt crack.  Amazing Babe's ass hole was wallowed out by Igor's big cock, and maybe others before him, so wasn't closing.  Cum oozed out as she started licking it.  At the same time she thrust her tongue up Amazing Babe's ass, the vanquished vigilante felt her body go into that rush to climax.  Three more thrust up her ass by Igor, and she exploded.  "Aaaagghhhhhh!"

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

One month later…

            Ms Americana led the line of super heroines into the Great Room.  All are in full costumes, including masks, despite the fact their secret identities were known to the world now.  They moved slowly, all with short hobble chains stretched between their ankles, while their elbows and wrists were bound tightly.  Brightly colored ball gags filled their mouths and kept them "appropriately" silent.

            Roberto Lira had successfully looted all of their personal fortunes and assets, leaving them penniless.  Ms Americana knew only police corruption allowed them to sell those stolen assets, since it had to be public knowledge exactly what the owner's fates were, and that the seller was the criminal who took them all out.

            For the last month, while Roberto robbed them blind, all six of them had worked twenty hour days, seven days a week making porn videos.  The Lira Family was making a fortune off of them.  Making so much money, Ms Americana was surprised they were selling off their best money makers.

            The captured super heroines were all going up on the auction block that night.

            Wade Manor's Great Room had a raised stage on one end, with all the furnishings replaced with folding chairs.  There was quite a crowd of heroine haters there.  Ms Americana's face heated up to see her longtime foes gloating and smirking at the sight of her subjugation.

            The helpless super heroines were shuffled through the middle of the crowd, as hands came out to fondle breasts and butts, and even slap her tits and ass.  Everyone looked so damned pleased.  It seemed to take forever, but finally the heroines were atop the stage and lined up along the back of it.  They looked out upon their fate with big, fear-filled eyes.

            Azure Angel was first to be dragged to the front.

            "One of Delta City's newest super heroines," Roberto said to the crowd and the cameras.  The auction was live on the internet, so the rich, powerful, and criminal could bid on them from all over the world.  "Her name is Azure Angel for those not completely familiar with Delta City's heroine corps.  She's not super powered, but styles herself some kind of heroic ninja girl thing.  Personal, I think heroic ninja is a oxymoron, but she's a bimbo super heroine, so what do you expect?"

            The crowd laughed.

            Azure Angel's top was yanked down, exposing her large, perfect tits.  Roberto paused to fondle her, making the helpless heroine gasp and wiggle next to him.

            "Uuggghh.  Mmmm," she protested around the azure blue ball-gag.

            Ms Americana was impressed despite herself at the Lira Family's ability to conduct an auction with both bidders in the room and through the internet.  There were large monitors high on the walls around the room keeping track of the in-room and internet bids.  Bidding for Azure Angel was brisk and fast.

            "And SOLD to King Pimp for sixty-two thousand, five hundred dollars," Roberto said.  "You can claim your super heroine slave after you've paid, sir."

            "I think I'll continue to bid and collect all of my new girls at the end," King Pimp called up.

            Roberto pointed at Amazing Babe next.  The beautiful blonde was dragged forward kicking and screaming, blue eyes huge.  She screamed around her bright white ball gag, but no one could understand her in her mental state.

            "This one still has some spirit to break," Roberto said.  He pulled her top down slowly, until her tits popped out and jostled before the happy audience.  "Her name is Amazing Babe, and in her secret identity she's a local minor celebrity.  The beauty queen Jessica Lockhart."

            Kidd Rotten started the bidding off at five thousand, which quickly rose to over seventy thousand.  It turned into a bidding war between him and King Pimp, which the street pimp finally won at ninety-nine thousand even.  Kidd Rotten whooped joyfully when Roberto declared him the winner.

            "I'm going to pimp your ass raw!" Kidd cried, and sat back down.

            Amazing Babe groaned, knees buckling.  She was carried away and Wolf Woman forced forward.  The fiery Latina glared murderously at the crowd, who seemed unimpressed.  Roberto ripped her bikini top and bottoms off, and then slapped her pussy repeated.  Slapped that hot, wet pussy until she groaned and cried out around the black ball gag in her mouth.

            "Wolf Woman is the last of our B-Team super heroines today," Roberto said, making beautiful Latina heroine cry out in outrage, dark eyes flashing.  "But you saw how much she loved that pussy spanking.  Wolf Woman loves it very, very rough.  Rough sex makes her crazy and scary passionate.  You have to be a real man to own and keep this fiery beauty."

            "We'll see about that," Mistress Tabitha, owner of the House of Joy BDSM brothel.  The tall redhead in all black dominatrix leather looked Wolf Woman over hungrily.  "I think the right woman can tame her just enough.  We don't want to complete break our slaves' spirit, do we?"

            "I do," Roberto said, and the crowd laughed.

            "As do I," King Pimp said.  The tall African-American pimp glanced at his chief rival in Delta City's Sugar Town red light district.  "I think Wolf Woman will make a great addition to the Super Heroine Floor at the Palace."

            "I disagree," Mistress Tabitha said.  "I think she'll better serve the community bound at my feet, licking my boots."

            Ms Americana sucked in a sharp breath, recalling two times she was in that position, on her knees and licking Tabitha's boots.  There was something about being helpless and forced to lick boot that…."Uuugggh."

            The Queen of Justice tried to shake off her arousal.  Her pussy was throbbing, so hot and wet.  She could barely remember a time when it wasn't aching for more, more, more cock.

Have to be strong.  I've been in worse places, she thought, digging her teeth hard into the bright red ball gag in her mouth.  I've always found a way to escape that terrible fate.  They will make a mistake and I'll exploit it to the max!

            Wolf Woman's bidding was over before it started.

            "One hundred thousand dollars," Mistress Tabitha said.

            Everyone looked at King Pimp, who just gawked her.  Tabitha wagged her brows.  The other pimp did not say anything.  Did not bid.

            "Sold, to Mistress Tabitha for one hundred grand," Roberto said, sounding quite pleased.  "Wolf Woman is yours.  I think I'll visit the House of Joy, just to see this proud beauty licking your pretty boots."  He glanced back at the remaining heroines as Vince and Danny struggled to drag Wolf Woman away.  "Now it's time for the A-Team heroines.  Bring up Lady Midnight."

            "Aaagghh!" Lady Midnight cried around her bright purple ball gag.  She tried to kick the mobsters send to fetch her, but the hobble chain held her at bay.  All she could do was buck and twist as they dragged her forward.  In the end, it did her no good.  "Ngh!  Aagh!"

            "Ah, I'm going to miss my daily dose of brown sugar," Roberto said, pulling her top down.  He pinched and rolled a hard, erect nipple.  Lady Midnight groaned, back bowing, and rising up on her toes.  "I swear, the tits just keep getting bigger and better with each heroine."

            "She's a wild and passionate lover, too," he said. "Very enthusiastic.  Let's start the bidding at one hundred ten thousand."

            And it was off.  Ms Americana and Green Spectre looked at each other with big eyes when the bidding rose above two-hundred thousand within a minute.  It slowed down after two hundred thirty thousand, and finally ended at two-hundred sixty-eight thousand and five hundred dollars.

            "Sold to the West Coast Videos," Roberto said.  "Believe me, she'll make a great porn actress.  You'll make a fortune off this young beauty."

            Charlie moved up behind the stunned super heroine.  As she stared out over the laughing and cheering crowd, he pressed a white cloth over her mouth and nose.  Lady Midnight struggled in vain as two more thugs carried a wooden crate up on stage.  Ms Americana and Green Spectre stared in horror as their comrade and good friend was chloroformed unconscious, placed in the crate, and it was nailed shut.

            "Within minutes of confirmation of the money is in our account, Lady Midnight will be shipped to you," Roberto said.  He smirked down at the closed crate.  "I'll miss Lady Midnight and her alter ego Assistant DA Angela Grear.  Okay, maybe not."

            The last two heroines groaned when Lady Midnight's crate was carried away.

            Ms Americana tugged on her wrist and elbow restraints, cursing the fact her ankles were locked together in a hobble chain.  She was helpless.  She couldn't help herself, much less her friends and comrades in crime fighting.  And then they came to drag Green Spectre forward to Roberto's side.

            She cried out in frustration and fear around the dark green ball gag.

            "Ah, Green Spectre, also known as media mogul Axanna Morgan," he said, and unzipped her bustier top to toss aside.  He held her in place by a hand in her long, blonde hair, while the other hand slipped under her thonglike bottoms.  "Watch this.  The bigger a heroine is, the harder and faster she comes."

            Ms Americana's back bowed just like her friend's when Roberto started rubbing the beautiful blonde's clit.  Rubbing it vigorously.  Ms Americana's pussy ached and throbbed as she struggled to breath.  Drool really started dribbling from her lips, down her chin, and splashing across her heaving breasts.  Igor moved up beside her when she started to teeter in her deep arousal.  He held her steady with a tight fist in her hair at the back of her head.

            Ms Americana panted furiously through her nose as Roberto quickly and effortlessly brought Green Spectre to a screaming climax.

            "Aaaagghhhhh!"

            "Pop goes the super heroine," Roberto said.  "Talk about making a great porn actress.  Hint hint, West Coast Video."

            The crowd laughed, and King Pimp shouted, "Five hundred thousand!"

            Roberto released Green Spectre and she fell to her knees, panting through her nose and looking dazed.  The bidding rose fast, topping one million in no time flat.  Ms Americana's head was spinning.  It was almost over, and then SHE would be next.

Great Liberty!  This is all wrong! Ms Americana thought, unable to tear her eyes off the faces of the crowd.  They looked so viciously delighted.  So overjoyed with dark lust and satisfaction.  One of them might own her in a just a few moments.  She would be someone's helpless sex slave, to do with as he pleased.  Goddess, save me!  I'm not strong enough to endure this.  They will destroy all that is wonderful and glorious about me!  I'll be turned into a pathetic, pretty little fuck toy!

            "Sold!" Roberto cried.  Ms Americana didn't hear the final bid, but knew it was over one and a half million.  "The purchaser from Japan didn't give his name, but said he wants more heroines to add to his collection.  Now that's my kind of collector."

            Green Spectre slanted a terrified look over her shoulder, catching Ms Americana's eyes.  They stared deeply, feeling each other's despair and defeat.

Goddess, she doesn't deserve to go out like this! Ms Americana cried in her mind.  Green Spectre has fought the good fight for longer any anyone in Delta City.  She deserves glory and praise, not sex, humiliation, and debauchery.

            Charlie moved up quickly behind Green Spectre.  He slapped a chloroformed soaked cloth over her mouth and nose.  The gorgeous blonde heroine was too stunned to struggle.  She sucked in the heady fumes, and within seconds her beautiful hazel eyes were fluttering.  Her body relaxed, and she was out cold.

            The Queen of Justice groaned as they lifted her friends limp bound, limp body up and placed it in a wooden shipping crate.  She watched them strap her down to the bottom, and then nail the lid down.

            "What a sight to behold," Roberto said.  "Green Spectre is vanquished!  She is broken, tamed, and now sold into white slavery.  Watch as she is carried away, crated for shipment into her own personal hell!"

            The crowd cheered and laughed.  A few stood up and danced merrily.

            Roberto looked back and caught Ms Americana's wide eyes.  She felt hot tears rolling out, shaking her head.  She could barely breath.  Heart thundering in her ears.  Then she saw an empty crate waiting just off the stage.  Her crate.  Her ride into white slavery purgatory.

            "And now for the crème de la crème," Roberto said, grinning with wicked glee.  "Bring her forth.  Bring up Ms Americana!  Billionaire philanthropist Brenda Wade," he said.  "One of the most beautiful women in the world, who made me a billionaire when I stole her fortune."

            The crowd laughed, then fell silent as Igor forced her forward.

            It was a slow walk with the hobble chain restricting her.  Her stiletto boots clacked loudly in the silence.  Her fierce breathing through her nose was even louder.

            "Poor thing is crying," Roberto said.  "Don't we feel bad?  No.  Yeah, fuck her."

            "Uggh," she grunted when Roberto ripped off her bikini top, and then her thonglike bottoms.  Two thick fingers plowed up into her pussy, while his thumb rubbed her clit hard and fast.  "Uuuuuuuugh."

            "Ms Americana is the hottest, wettest of them all," Roberto said.  "Look how she doubled up, with a beatific look on her face."

            Igor pulled her back up straight, and then Roberto sucked in a hard, erect nipple.  She cried out around the ball gag, squirming and writhing.  It took less than a minute of nipple sucking and finger fucking fun to pop her cork.

            "Aaaagghhhh!" she screamed around her gag.  "Aaagghhhh!"

            "Talk about being broken, tamed, and reveling in her own sexual slavery!" Roberto cried.  "This Queen of SLUTS will joyfully make all of your darkest sexual fantasies come true!  She's eager to please and the most cock hungry heroine I've ever had the pleasure of capturing and training as a slave."

            "Aaagghhh!' she cried, another powerful climax ripping through her shapely body.

            "Let's start the bidding at one million…no, FIVE million dollars!" Roberto said.  A line flashed on the monitors.  "We have a bid for five million from our South African friend.  Do I hear six million?"

            "Six million," King Pimp said.

Please let King Pimp buy me! She thought as Roberto pushed her towards a third climax.  She had history with King Pimp.  She knew what her fate would be as his slave.  Super heroine prostitute in the Palace.  Indeed, she'd been captured or purchased by him several times, so she knew him intimately.  She knew how to please him.  He would take wonderful care of her, especially in bed.  Please, goddess, anything but the unknown!

            After her silent wish, King Pimp was silent. The bidding was too rich for him.  Soon it was over ten million dollars.

            "Sold! For eleven million, eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" Roberto cried.

            "Aaagghhhh!" Ms Americana cried, her body exploding in the most powerful climax of her young life.

            "The winning bid is from my amigo Carlos Anaconda," Roberto said.  "I guarantee you, he will wear her ass out day in and day out, for years to come."

            Ms Americana groaned in misery.  Carlos Anaconda was a South American drug lord.  No one really knew what country he was from or in at any given time, since he moved around a lot and was pretty much the biggest thing in all of the northern South American nations.  His real name was thought to be "Carlos Anchondo" but he was tagged with "Anaconda" due to the size of his cock.

            Before she could truly contemplate her fate, a mobster pressed a chloroform cloth over her mouth and nose.  She tried to hold her breath, but he was patient.  By the time she ran out of oxygen, Ms Americana had no choice but take a deep breath.  Completely filled her lungs with chloroform.  Within seconds blackness started creeping in.  She moaned and struggled, but was held tightly in place.  Soon her world was spinning, baby blues fluttering.  Her body started to relax even as the last vestiges of her mind screamed in frustration and despair.

            And then blackness engulfed the legendary Queen of Justice, Delta City's own beloved Ms Americana.  She didn't hear the celebration of her most hated enemies within her lost mansion.  The helpless heroine didn't feel the mobsters lift her limp, naked body and lay it inside a wooden shipping crate.  Her once focused mind was blank as they bolted steel straps across her body and legs, holding her tightly to the bottom of the crate.

            Like too many super heroines before her, Ms Americana's stories crime fighting career ended with a whimper, utterly devoid of glory and honor.  The aftermath of her fall was a life now of sex and debauchery, of absolute obedience, humiliation, and shame.

The End