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

Ms Americana, Got Gal, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Sara Croft, Omega Woman, Wolf Woman, Amazing Babe, Jungle Babe, Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Champion Girl and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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MS AMERICANA: THE CLUB

By Dark One

The Club. Downtown Delta City. It is a freestanding neo-gothic structure. Okay, it was a former church. Now a secretive "club" owned it. It was a key club, members so exclusive no one knew who were members. Indeed, it was so exclusive, other than the members, no one even knew it was a private club.

A long black limo pulled up and uniformed doormen rushed forward to open the door. A beautiful brunette slipped out, wearing the most expensive, softest designer leather dress imaginable. It was baby blue, mini skirted with a matching jacket. Her stiletto pumps and purse were white.

"Good afternoon, Ms Sambino," the doorman said, bowing. "I have alerted the staff, and your regular table is waiting."

Delta City's boss of bosses strode purposely through the ornately carved double doors without a word or even a glance at the familiar doorman. She had lunch at The Club every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Permanent reservations. As part owner, that would never change. The gorgeous Italian-American mobster didn't like surprises.

"Ms Sambino, how are you this fine day?" the maître d', André, said. The fiftyish Frenchman shuffled sideways beside the fast walking beauty. "You're usual table is ready, of course."

"Tell the chef I will be having the trout today, André," Erica said. She came to a stop in the main dinning room, and smiled with evil pleasure. "Bring me my usual wine right away."

"But of course!" he barked, and strode off purposely.

"Boys, have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?" Erica said.

Half the tables were occupied with her fellow mobsters, from rank and file wiseguys to under bosses and Family bosses. The Club was neutral ground for them all, a place they could mingle and indulge in their favorite sport -- tormenting super heroines.

The Club's newest "girl" was none other than the legendary, the gorgeous English Lady, Sara Croft. The statuesque beauty was in the center of the room, between two intricately carved posts. Her wrists were locked in steel cuffs chained to the posts, pulling her arms wide. Her ankles were locked in a spacer bar. Her long brown hair was pulled back in her familiar braid, her big fat tits were naked and bouncing enticingly and she was bent over, thrusting out her shapely, round rump. All the world renown tomb raider wore was a pair of black stiletto pumps.

"Erica!" Sara cried, seeing her nemesis. She glanced nervously over her bare shoulder, at the huge mob goon behind her and fondling her silky soft butt with growing lust. "This is outrageous! I'm a peer of the realm! An English Lady of the purest pedigree! I demand you release me this instant!"

"Paulie," Erica said, her full pink lips curling into a cruel smile. "You heard the LADY. Release her. Release her inner WHORE."

"No!" Sara cried, eyes huge in disbelief. Paulie grinned, unzipped and moved up close. Sara struggled valiantly, but she was too well secured to stop them from doing anything they wanted. "I demand you -- Oh!" Paulie's huge cock slipped between her nether lips, and thrust deep into her tight, tight pussy. "Uuuuuggghhhhhh!"

"Perfect. The entertainment has begun," Erica said, and walked past Sara to her table not ten feet way, and with an unobstructed view of Paulie's cock reaming out the once proud noblewoman. Kneeling beside her table was Dana McQueen, also known as Jungle Babe. The beautiful blonde was in her full Jungle Babe costume. "Hello Dana."

"Hello, Mistress Erica," Jungle Babe said, bowing her head. She leaned over Erica's feet, kissed the toe of the white pump pushed forward then sat back on her legs. "I am yours to command, Mistress."

"As it should be," Erica said. "Take care of Johnny first."

"Yes, Mistress," Jungle Babe said, and rose up on her knees before the burly bodyguard. Without thought or hesitation, the vanquished environmentally conscious vigilante unzipped Johnny, pulled out his cock and started slurping away at it with enthusiasm. "Mmmmmggghhhh."

After her favorite white wine was delivered, Erica sat back and looked around the exclusive key club. The patrons were all organized crime members, with guests in some cases, also affiliated with their criminal organizations. Two tables to her left, Omega Woman was under a table going from man to man, sucking cock after cock throughout their meal. They were all street thugs of the Lira Family. One table over, Boss Roberto Lira was bouncing Champion Girl on his cock, the sweaty heroine gasping and groaning wantonly as she gave him anything and everything he wanted.

To Erica's right, in a dark corner, Amazing Babe was putting on a live girl-on-girl sex show with Wolf Woman for three Sambino Family under bosses. Both women were stripped down to boots and mask, and were well into the session, both have one climax after another as their Aphrodite bodies relished the sexual stimulation.

A commotion towards the back got her attention. Seconds later a beautiful young woman staggered out of the shadows. She was exquisitely shapely, blonde, blue-eyed and Aphrodite gene enhanced. All she wore was a green mask, gloves and black stiletto calf boots.

"What's this?" Erica said as one of her lieutenants marched the shapely beauty up to her table. She smiled to see a trickle of red running down one silken thigh. Another super heroine virgin deflowered. Cum dribbled down her inner thighs as well. She looked dazed, whether from drugs or intense sexual abuse, she didn't know. "When did you capture Spectre Girl?"

"Two hours ago, boss," Sal said. "She and Green Spectre snuck into the Boomtown warehouse. Me and da boys whipped up on them. The Green Spectre bitch got away, but not until after me and Bobby nailed her sweet ass good."

"She got away?" Erica said, raising a disapproving eyebrow.

"Afraid so, boss. We're sorry about dat," Sal said, head hung low.

"You'll do better next time, won't boys?"

"Yes, ma'am, boss!"

Erica looked Spectre Girl over with relish. Green Spectre and her faithful sidekick were an annoying pain her side. With the sexy sidekick's capture, that pain was somewhat relieved.

"You did good, Sal."

"Ah, forget about it," Sal said, puffing up. "She's a regular nympho once we nailed her ass a couple times, so a good time was had by all. If you knows what I mean, boss."

Erica ordered her bent over, so that the sexy sidekick's face was right next to hers. She slanted a glance at Boss Lira, saw that he was watching with keen interest as his own super heroine continued to bounce on his cock. Erica smiled wantonly, parted her full pink lips, and slowly pressed them to Spectre Girl's slack red lips.

"Mmmm," Spectre Girl groaned.

Erica reached out and slowly raked her long, red nails across Spectre Girl's dangling, fat tits. She enjoyed how the captured super heroine's body trembled and quivered, how the teen beauty sucked in a sharp breath through her nose. Then Spectre Girl groaned miserably, and started kissing back. Soon, their erotic lipstick kiss was deep and passionate, their full lips gliding all over each other in sensual delight.

While they kissed, Sal moved up behind Spectre Girl, dropped his pants and slipped between her silken butt cheeks. The hapless heroine only groaned throatily as his cock pushed deep up her ass.

Spectre Girl savored Erica's sweet, firm lips. Girl kisses were so much better than boy kisses. What Sal was doing was even better. She understood, deep down, that what they were doing was wrong, was terribly bad for her. But her shapely body so LOVED it, loved it too much. Indeed, after two hours of almost nonstop sex, her didn't know how she ever lived without it.

In no time the sexy sidekick felt her body change, felt that liquid heat building, intensifying. She felt her orgasm growing, and started moving in ways to ensure she enjoyed it, ensured it was as powerful and pleasurable as humanly possible.

"See what a raging slut she is?" Sal said.

"Aren't they all?" Erica said, reaching up between Spectre Girl thigh, finding her engorged clit and starting to rub that sopping way sex organ. "And here she goes."

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggghhhhhh!" Spectre Girl screamed, her shapely body racked with orgasm after orgasm as Sal continued to fuck her ass, and Erica continued rubbing her clit. "Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggmmmmmm!"

Erica smiled as she reached up with her free hand, took hold of Spectre Girl's mask and started to slowly pull it off. The boss of bosses heard the expected gasp as the room realized what she was finally doing.

"Hello, Summer," Erica said, recognizing Axanna Morgan's obnoxiously perky college co-ed daughter. "Guess who owns you body and soul?"

"Oh goddess," she groaned in misery, her body still ravaged by climaxes.

"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Sal, put her to work."

"You got it, boss," Sal said, pulling out and slapping her sweet naked ass. "Let's go, Society Slut Girl."

"Johnny," Erica said, admiring the swap of Spectre Girls well rounded hips as she was led away. "You realize that Summer's mother, Axanna, is Green Spectre, right?"

"She is?"

"She is," Erica said. "I think we need to get a plan together to ensure Green Spectre is the next super heroine to start work at The Club."

# # #

Full red lips purse, glossy in the dim light of the dark alley. Baby blue eyes cut left, then right, and she moved forward, easing down the alley, past the pool of light that single bulb afforded. The scurrying of rats filled the silence, punctuated by the clack and scrap of red stiletto calf boots. The raven-maned beauty moved with stealthy speed. Anyone watching might catch a hint of red, white and blue here and there, but not enough to make a positive id.

Pausing, a wet, pink tongue pushing past full red lips for a brief lick, the Queen of Justice listened carefully. A familiar voice wafted down the alley. He was out on the night street, in a well lit spot plying his "public" trade.

Wee Willy Wank was the best informant in Delta City. If the small, mousy man said some criminal activity was going down, it was written in stone. His never failed to be the gospel truth. Because of that fact his "price" was high.

Super heroines were vanishing at an alarming rate. Most of her sexy comrades in crime-fighting had simply vanished. A few were known to have gone down fighting, like Omega Woman, Champion Girl and Spectre Girl. Others simply vanished, with vague rumors of capture and white slavery slowly spreading.

A red gloved hand dropped down to the concrete covered ground, and rolled a blue marble out of the alley and into the street. By all appearances no one noticed. Ms Americana waited with bated breath, wondering if she was making the right decision.

"We have to find Spectre Girl before they figure out Axanna is Green Spectre," she muttered. She bit her lower lip when she heard Wee Willy making noises about it being late, and he had to go. Her heart started racing. What would she do if he didn't know anything?. "Goddess, give me strength."

Her breath caught when she spotted his dark silhouette enter the alley and start towards her. She'd know soon enough. Wee Willy was short and skinny, with string, greasy brown hair and beady brown eyes. He was also a sarcastic, wretched misogynist with a sharp, highly disrespectful tongue.

"Hiya, Sweet Tits," Wee Willy said. "Long time no see. What brings the High and Mighty Queen of Justice to this neck of the woods?"

"The super heroine vanishings in general, and Spectre Girl in particular," Ms Americana said. "I need something, Wee Willy. I need a lead fast."

He grinned, while his beady brown eyes scoped out her hourglass figure, lingering on her 44DDs and flaring hips. She notice the bulge in his pants and the lecherous, hungry look that filled his face. Lady Midnight admitted once that she didn't have enough money for the information, so he suggested alternative payment. Desperate, she submitted to his will. Ms Americana shuddered violently at the thought of what ensued.

"Stop staring at my tits, Wee Willy."

"Stop wearing stripper costumes," he said, and snickered at her outraged look.

Ms Americana crinkled her nose at him. His reaction was closer to the norm than the exception, especially in Sugar Town. But then that was WHY she wore that costume, and it did it's intended job superbly by distracting the bad guys just enough to gain the advantage.

"Shall we get back on topic?" Ms Americana said, knowing Wee Willy would happy trade put downs and sexual innuendos with her all day. "Do you have anything at all on the recent disappearances? Specifically, Spectre Girl's capture?"

"Ah." His eyes lit up at mention of her name. "I got some juicy stuff on her. Oh yeah. Stuff any self-respecting super heroine would pay out the pussy for."

"Yes. What is it?"

"Payment first," Wee Willy said, a mercenary cast to his ratlike face.

"Not an altruistic bone in your body, is there?"

"Al true, what?"

"I thought so," she said, and reached for her left glove. "How much?"

"This is mucho great shit, Ms Boob-babe," he said. "Five thou."

She hesitated. As a billionaire in the "real world" Ms Americana could pay that out of petty cash. But that was a considerable jump in what he usually asked for. The more he demanded, the better the information. Or, the raunchier the information. Not a good sign.

"I was prepared for this," she said, grimacing. "You realize I'm not made of money, and I rely on the good graces of such socially conscious women as Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan to finance you outrageous prices."

"Thank them for me," Wee Willy said, eyes bright. "But interesting you should mention Ms Axanna Morgan."

"What about her?"

"Money first."

There was a secret pocket inside the cuff of her left gauntlet glove. Within it was hidden several plastic cards. Cash cards, with various amounts loaded on them. She pulled out two loaded with twenty-five hundred each and handed them to Wee Willy.

"Ah, the sweet smell of plastic," Wee Willy said, accepting them greedily.

"I'm in a hurry," Ms Americana said.

"Oh yeah," Wee Willy said, making the two cash cards vanish within his filthy clothing. "Spectre Girl has been unmasked, revealing her identity as Summer Morgan, Axanna Morgan's totally fuckable co-ed daughter. Erica Sambino ain't no fool, and she can do the math."

"They believe Axanna is Green Spectre!"

"Exactly, and they are moving in on her tonight," Wee Willy said, wicked glee in his eyes. "It won't be long before you only have one billionaire backer, babe."

The super sexy super heroine didn't hesitate more than a second it took to realize what he meant. She turned and raced off into the night shadows, heading back to her hidden car. She had to move fast or Green Spectre was doomed.

Reaching her car, she pulled out her cell phone and punched Axanna's pre-loaded number. The mega-rich publisher answered after five rings.

"Axanna here, may I help you?"

"Axanna! Ms Americana here," she said. "I just spoke with Wee Willy."

"Oh Goddess, what? Is it ….?"

"The men that took Spectre Girl have unmasked her, and recognized her as your daughter." It sounded like she was choking on something for a second. "They are coming after you tonight. Where are you?"

"I'm in my office," Axanna said, her Russian accent growing thicker as her stress spiked. "But I'm heading home now."

"Don't go anywhere until I get there," Ms Americana said, getting into her car and starting the engine. "I'm on the way, and I'll escort you to safety."

"I don't nee -- what was that? Oh! Who are you?" Axanna cried over the phone. "No!"

And the connection was interrupted.

"Not on my watch!" Ms Americana cried as she sped off towards Axanna's office.

The sprawling offices and production facilities of Delta City's newspaper, and headquarters of the Morgan Publishing empire, sat at the edge of Sugar Town. Close to the real actions, Axanna always said. It was only a short trip for Ms Americana.

When she arrived, there was a man laying in the middle of the street, glass sparkling all over the place. Looking up, she saw that one of Axanna's second story office windows was broken out. A second later a beautiful blonde jumped out and landed next to her car.

"Axanna!" she cried.

KABOOM!

A huge man landed on the roof of Ms Americana's car, caving it in. It so surprised her, she leapt back and tripped over the unconscious man in the street. More men started landing around them, jumping from Axanna's office window in their pursuit of her.

"Too many!" Axanna cried. "Run!"

And off she went, vanishing into the nearest dark alley, vanishing into Sugar Town. Before the sexy, patriotically attired super heroine would jump back to her feet, a mob goon came down and landed on her belly. Both feet.

"Oofff!" she grunted. "Uuuuggghhh!"

At the same time she heard numerous men head off in pursuit of Axanna, several men descended upon her. Both wrists were seized, and her hair. They yanked her up off the ground, and a second later her face was slammed into the fender of her car. Five times, leaving her week and barely conscious.

"Get the belt off her!" one gravelly voice goon demanded.

She felt big hands at the fasteners at her back, struggling fruitlessly.

"It won't…come…off….dammit!"

"Get the fucking belt off the bitch. Now!"

"There's only one way," another man said. "I heard once she is fucked stupid, the belt will come off."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Fucking A, let's do it!"

The statuesque super heroine was pushed up atop the hood of her own car, legs hanging off, face down. Ms Americana knew exactly what they were saying, doing and planning, but her limbs weren't responding after that severe beating. Her heart started racing, breaths coming in pants as she felt her blue, star-spangled thong bottoms pulled down her legs and off.

"Me first," gravel voice s said. His thick fingers explored her exposed and vulnerable pussy roughly. She could only groan miserably as his fingers penetrated her so intimately, pushing deep inside her sacred body. To her shame, her body started responding positively to his nasty attentions, and she got wet fast. "This super slut is primed for action, boys!"

He unzipped, pulled out his thick cock, and pressed it to her sensitive pussy lips.

"Sweet," he said, pushing into her slowly. "Yes. I've dreamed of this moment for years."

'UUggghhh, Great Liberty, I'm being FUCKED!"

It was instantly terribly wonderful. His cock was big, thick and LONG. It plowed the fertile fields of her hypersensitive libido with practiced ease, and relentless intensity. She completely bypassed the butterfly in stomach phase, and found her body consumed with intense erotic heat.

The Queen of Justice wanted to fight him so hard, but badly, but her shapely body had other intentions. She denied her body's needs and desires ruthlessly, because pent up sexual frustration was the fuel for her golden power belt. Without it, she was just another AVERAGE super heroine. So now her body in it's insatiable need for release was betraying her. As she knew it would if this very circumstance came to fruition.

"You….must…STOP!" Ms Americana cried. "I will….have…. MY….VENGEANCE! Ugh-Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Take off the belt!"

Hands seized her power belt, and the fasteners released without effort.

"Great Liberty, I've been DE-POWERED!" The mobster was still pounding her pussy with his bitch-taming cock. The sexy super heroine writhed and clawed at the hood of her car as he reamed her out royally. "You will pay dearly for this. I will be avenged!"

"By who?" her ravisher said, and laughed. "That sexy little sidekick of yours? Oh, I do hope Flag Twit comes to your rescue. That will be just too much fun."

"Aaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddess, I can't hold out much longer!"

Thankfully, the mob goon exploded deep inside of the statuesque super heroines. She experienced another, minor, orgasm, but he failed to tame her spirit. She still had command of her own senses. Even so, she was dizzy and dazed, and quite vulnerable and pliable. It was the curse of Aphrodite at work.

"Head spinning, Ms Sex Slave?" he whispered in her ear. "We know all about the Aphrodite gene, and how your body and mind react to sexual stimulation."

"Oh."

"Oh yes," he said. He pulled her head back with her silky black hair. "The taller the Aphrodite woman, the bigger her TITS, the more affected she is by the gene. And the more suspectible she is to mental manipulation."

"Brainwashing, baby," another goon said, snickering.

"Spectre Girl took three hours before she was utterly brainwashed," he said. "There is no reversing what we did to her, babe. Got Gal, whose tits are as big as yours, took less than one hour. Bigger tits, faster fall. I bet we tame and claim you in less than half an hour."

Ms Americana jerked her head down, then back up. She smashed the back of her head brutally into his mouth. He cried out and fell away. The vivacious masked vigilante didn't hesitate. She crawled straight across the hood of her car as three mob goons smashed into the spot she just vacated.

Wild-eyed, the Queen of Justice raced away and into a dark alley.

# # #

Full red lips parted, panting, then a soft pink tongue slipped out and licked them. So dry. So tired. Hazel eyes narrowed, studying the dark street before her. It was a side street in Sugar Town. Almost deserted. Most of the vile denizens of that notorious red light district stuck to the better lit streets and corners. An exquisitely manicured hand pushed tousled blonde hair behind an ear.

Axanna bit her lower lip, her mind awhirl with schemes and ideas on what to do next, where to go. First, she knew, she had to get home and get into costume. This was a situation best dealt with by Green Spectre.

The sound of a shoe scuffing on concrete sent her heart racing. There were just too many Sambino enforcers after her. She'd thought they would turn tail with Ms Americana's arrival, but that didn't appear so. Sometimes you just couldn't fathom the criminal mind.

Moving out, the only sound the click and clack of her stiletto pumps on the concrete, Axanna moved with purpose towards the light and southern edge of Sugar Town. The goons knew who and what she was, so she had to act fast or all would be lost.

When the super sexy media mogul crossed an intersection, she spotted five goons running towards her down the left side street, and seven more to the left. Glancing back, and she saw another four running towards her.

"Yikes!" she cried, and took off running down the only avenue left her. Straight for the light. They were gaining fast. She exploded out of the dark and looked around. A taxi was parked a few feet away, it's OFF DUTY light lit. The driver was sitting inside eating. "Taxi! Taxi! Hurry."

Axanna thrust her head in the passenger side door. He just gawked at her, then his eyes dropped to her heaving breast. The glint of sweaty cleavage mesmerized him a second.

"I'm being chase! Hurry," Axanna say, glancing over her shoulder and seeing mobsters pouring out after her. "HURRY!"

"You got money?"

"I have money at home," she said, diving through the window. "Go!"

"No. No money, no ride," he said, then glanced at her lips, and her tits. "But…"

"Whatever, go."

"You'll fuck me?"

She looked out the window. "YES!"

He started the car and peeled out. "Deal."

Five seconds later, before she could calm down and absorb her near miss, the drive unzipped and pulled out his cock. Axanna looked down at it in horror. He wanted his "payment" now?

"Wrap those sweet lips around that, babe," he said.

"I don't think so."

He hit the breaks. "Get out."

"Okay! I'll do it," she cried, grabbed the cock and lowered her face into his lap. His crotch REEKED of stale urine. Axanna had spent years as a sex-crazed super model, and had been briefly captured by some very unsavory and unsanitary criminals. She'd sucked more than her fair share of rancid cock. Heck, as a model she was know for her talent as a cocksucker, and for her enthusiasm for the act. His was the stinkiest she'd ever know, and after a preliminary lick, the vilest tasting, too. "Do you ever wash it?"

"Once a year, whether it needs it or not," he said, and laughed.

The gorgeous media mogul sucked taxi driver cock, long and hard. She put a lot of effort into making it the best he ever had, so he would blow his wad fast. He held in pleasure in check for a good twenty minutes before creaming her mouth, ballooning her cheeks.

Axanna swallowed every drop, savoring that most missed taste, and then licked her lips before giving him a sweet tongue bath. Then sitting back, she smiled at him smugly.

"We even, mister?"

"Oh, yeah, lady, we're even," he breathed. "That was the best BJ ever."

"Thank you. I try," she said. "Do you know where the Morgan Estate is?"

"Yep. You're Axanna Morgan! Holy cow," he said. "Axanna fucking Morgan sucked me off! Wahoo! Wait'll the boys hear about this."

"You won't keep this our secret?"

"Hell no," he said, and laughed.

"Men!"

The taxi dropped Axanna off at the front gate of her estate. She punched in a code, opened the gate and strode up the long drive with a stern look on her beautiful face. Erica Sambino had to be taken out. She'd recognized some of the goons, and they were all Sambino Family. That meant Erica had Summer. One of them wouldn’t be there come morning.

The mansion was completely dark. The staff went home at eight every night. Summer was Erica's prisoner, and who knew what else. Bad conduct prize for her goons? Sex slave street walker? Brothel whore? Heck, she didn't even know if Summer was still in the US. Though, there were rumors the missing super heroines were all still in Delta City.

Retrieving the hidden key, Axanna hurried in and headed upstairs to the master bedroom. Her costume was in a hidden closet. As she ascended the stairs, Axanna again pulling off her clothes. By the time she entered her bedroom she was down to just black hose and stiletto pumps.

Pushing the button to her hidden closet, she muttered, "Someone is about to go DOWN." The hidden door swished open on hydraulics, to reveal….NOTHING.

"Looking for this?" Erica Sambino's voice said from behind her.

The bedroom light flicked on as Axanna whirled around.

"Erica!"

"In the flesh," the mob boss said, grinning wickedly. Then she looked Axanna's radiant nakedness over appreciatively. "Speaking of being in the flesh. Do you work out?"

Before she knew what was happening, a goon slipped his arm through both of hers, pulling them back and holding them tight. Then with his free hand, he pressed a chloroform soaked cloth to her face.

"Mmmmggghhh," she cried, hazel eyes wide in disbelief.

Erica watched her brief struggles, and slow descent into la-la land. Just as Axanna's knees buckled and she passed completely out, Sal and his boys arrived, looking all flustered.

"She got away from you," Erica said, eyeing him with disapproval. "If I hadn't decided to wait here for her, just in case, she would've gotten completely away. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Boss, she jumped right out of a second floor window. We didn't think she'd do that," he said. "Besides, Ms Americana was on the street waiting for us."

Erica perked up at the mention of her top nemesis's name.

"What about Ms Americana? Did you capture her?"

"For a while."

"She got away?"

"Yeah," Sal said, dropping his gaze. Then his cruel eyes brightened. "But we nailed her ass good, and got…this!"

He pulled out Ms Americana's rolled up power belt. Erica accepted it with trembling hands.

"Ms Americana is de-powered?" she said, grinning wickedly. "YES!"

# # #

Meanwhile, in Sugar Town, things weren't looking good for the Queen of Justice.

"Ooh, doggie," Kid Rotten crowed. "Ms A-hole strutting around without her panties or her power belt."

The super sexy super heroine stood before him, hands held high and a look of defiance on her gorgeous masked face. Two men stood to either side of the hated street pimp in purple. Both pointed pistols at her. They all knew she had no defense against bullets without her power belt.

"Is that cum dribbling down your thighs?" he said. The blonde pimp stepped up closer, reached down and rubbed her twat. "Sopping wet, boys. Sticky, too. Ms A has been FUCKED tonight."

Kid pushed Ms Americana back up against a brick wall. Then he reached up and unfastened her red, white and blue strapless top. Her massive melons jostled prettily before the hated pimp. Her baby blues grew wider and wider as he tossed her top aside and started fondling her titanic tits.

The hapless heroine's baby blues cut left and right, taking in the two pistols, dropped to see the two bulges in pants and then dropped to Kid's crotch to see an even bigger bulge. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was about to happen to her.

The hapless heroine rolled her eyes as he unzipped and pushed up close. She turned her face when he tried to kiss her, so he started sucking, licking and nibbling on her neck and ear, even as he expertly guided his huge, ten inch cock up to her tingling twat.

"Bingo, I win," Kid whispered into her ear, and pushed deep into her with a hard thrust.

"Uuggh," she grunted, full red lips parting, hear rolling back. "So wrong. So wrong."

"Feels good to me, Ameri-babe," Kid gasped out, pounding her puss as hard and fast as he could. Just like every other pimp in Sugar Town, he knew and understood what had to be done to break a super heroine's will, what had to be done to put and keep her under his thumb. "Tell me you love me, baby."

"No. You're a vile man, Kid…ugh," she groaned. Her mind was in a whirl, and every second that passed pushed her closer and closer to climax, and submission.

Kid smiled wider, seeing her losing struggle in her eyes and f ace. Even the two men with pistols saw she was about to succumb to her own dark, deep needs and urges. They put away their guns and moved closer, both eager to be next after Kid.

The vigilante vixen saw her chance. It was her one and only chance, too. If Kid climaxed her, then she was a goner. So she threw her head back, screamed to make them think she was climaxing, and then HEAD BUTTED Kid Rotten.

"Uuggh!" Kid cried, staggering back, his cock slipping out of her pussy.

Ms Americana kicked left, then punched right, taking out the other two men. Then she just ran for it. No more fighting. Kid was too big and strong, and too vicious to take on after being so soundly fucked. The Queen of Justice understood she had to get home to lick her wounds, and fight another day.

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A week later, Brenda Wade was driving to lunch when she realized she was behind Erica Sambino's limo. She tensed up. Axanna was not see again after that night the Sambino thugs were after her, and almost captured Ms Americana. Brenda had no doubt the Sambino Family was responsible for most, if not all of the super heroine disappearances.

Brenda followed the sexy mob boss across downtown to an old abandoned Catholic Church. It was a yellow brick, gothic edifice. The Church had built a newer cathedral across downtown, and put that one up for sale. For over a decade it lay empty and unsold. She hadn't been aware that anyone bought it.

The sexy billionaire social advocate stopped down the street and watched Erica get out of the limo. The beautiful boss of bosses was decked out in all red leather. Not dominatrix leather but high fashion leather. As she entered, the Lira Family boss arrived, followed by several carloads of other crime Family thugs and underbosses.

"What is that place? A social club for mobsters?" she thought. Then she had a frightening thought. "Oh no. They wouldn't dare change a church into a super heroine brothel for gangsters, would they?"

Brenda glanced at the stain glass windows, and did a double take. Instead of Christian scenes, the stain glass was SUPER HEROINES in bondage and submission. Her heart started pounding.

"They're all in there. I can save them," she muttered. "Ms Americana, the premier super heroine in Delta City, can save the day. Again."

Brenda smiled as she started her car and headed for her office. She went up her private elevator from the underground garage, that took her to a lobby between her office and private penthouse apartment atop Wade Towers. She turned left instead of right, so entered her apartment. Ten minutes later Ms Americana exited the apartment and entered the elevator.

"Erica has my power belt," Ms Americana said, rubbing that portion of belly normally covered that most precious super heroine accessory. Erica has let it be known far and wide that SHE de-powered Ms Americana, and it was open season for miscreants and malefactors on the now powerless Queen of Justice. The sexy mob boss even put a BOUNTY on the statuesque super heroine. "I'll enjoy showing her that I don't NEED that belt to kick criminal butt."

Ms Americana pushed a hidden button, and the elevator dropped down past the public garage area, to her secret garage. It was a smaller version of what she had deep under Wade Manor. Under Wade Towers she had an Americana car and motorcycle. She chose the motorcycle.

The sexy super heroine grinned as she gunned the high-powered motorcycle down a long tunnel, to an "abandoned" Wade Industries facility just outside of downtown. Once on the streets, she circled downtown and came up behind the former church, turned mobster hangout.

The parking lot was full to the max. She looked around outside for a bit, noting the place was so popular they'd bought a second parking lot across the street. Finally, she eased up to the back door. Inside, she heard the kitchen staff clanking and clanging about in lunchtime fervor.

The church was not designed to have a full restaurant kitchen, so it was awkward for the staff. But it worked out well for the vivacious vigilante in red, white and blue. She slipped into the hallway, past the kitchen, without anyone seeing her. She moved down the cold, barren hallway towards the sounds of fun. She opened the door to find a game room/pool hall like setup.

Peeking out, she spotted a dozen lower ranking mobsters right away. Most were street enforcers and hired muscle. There were two card games going, and a pair of billiards games as well. Moving among them were beautiful young women. She spotted Azure Angel first. The Asian Avenger was wearing her super heroine costume, complete with mask, but her top's breast cups were removed and she was missing her thong bottoms and utility belt. Azure Angel was serving drinks and not saying a thing as men pinched and slapped her sweet round ass as she walked past.

"Oooooh, YES! Ooooooh, YES! YES! YES!" she heard Power Babe cried out, then noticed the beautiful blonde super heroine across the room, on her back atop a ping pong table, and being banged by a huge mob thug. "Oooooh, YES! Harder! Harder! Har…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The mobsters all paused to clap as she screamed her orgasm.

"You MONSTERS!" Ms Americana cried, charging into the room. "What have you done to these beautiful, superior women?"

"Ms Americana?!?" several cried out.

"Ha! Ms De-Powered has finally arrived for WORK," another said, and laughed darkly. He was Charles Lira, eldest son of the Lira Family boss and already an under boss at twenty.

Ms Americana's red gloved hands dropped to rub her naked belly. It bothered her more than it should. After all, why did she even need the power belt? Wasn't she the most Aphrodite of all the Aphrodite women in Delta City? The tallest, strongest, best endowed, all proved the Aphrodite gene was the most powerful within her sacred body. Lady Midnight, Green Spectre and others didn't need super powers to be effective. Neither did she, and today she would PROVE it to the criminal world.

"You boys are misinformed about me," Ms Americana sneered. "I am a superior woman, and as such, I don't actually NEED the power belt. It was just another tool in my arsenal like my cars and motorcycles."

"I rest my case, boys," Charles said, grinning. "Did hear her bimboesque drivel? I mean, really? Doesn't NEED her power belt? When has she ever fought without it?"

"I guess we're both going to find out the truth today, aren't we?" Ms Americana said, striking an arrogant super heroine pose.

"Yes, right now in fact," Charles said. "Get her, boys."

The super sexy super heroine heard a thug charging from her right rear. She spun around, smashing a brutal roundhouse into the side of his head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Another thug was right behind him, and threw a powerful right cross at her face as he stepped over his downed comrade. Ms Americana expertly blocked that punch, and snapped a kick up into his chin.

Hearing two goons charging her rear, the statuesque super heroine did a back flip, vaulted off their shoulders and landed behind them. She rained punches and kicks into their back and heads, and they were both down within seconds. Once again, hearing two men charging her back, Ms Americana did a back flip and vaulted off their shoulders. Only as she landed she noticed a third goon coming up behind them, and now was right behind her.

"Ooff!" Ms Americana grunted, as his big fist pounded into her lower back. Her back arched, head thrown back, arms thrown wide, Ms Americana froze in place as unacustomed pain lanced through her shapely body. Baby blues wide in disbelief, she was not prepared for him pulling her arms back and thrust his arm before her elbow and thus pinning her arms back. "Ugh, unhand me, miscreant!"

The Lira Family goons stepped up before Ms Americana. Her jaw dropped and she gawked at the middle goon as he started roughly fondling her through her costume top. Then the goon to her left reached down and slipped his hand under her thong bottoms, and started rubbing her tingling pussy.

"Welcome to sexual slavery, Ms Fuck Meat," Charles said, and laughed. "To the victor go the spoils, babe."

The helpless heroine looked all around. There was not forthcoming succor. Azure Angel was just five feet away, watching the hand driving the Queen of Justice crazy with unwanted need and desire. The vanquished Asian vigilante watched with hungry eyes, licking her full red lips and starting to rub her own engorged clit as sexual fantasies danced and writhed in her over fertile imagination. Power Babe was bent over, hands on knees, getting reamed out from behind, and not even paying her any attention. The only other captured heroine in the room was Spectre Girl, and she had her back to Ms Americana, on her knees and sucking cock.

The third goon before her grabbed her head, twisted her face around towards him, and kissed her deeply, passionately. "Mmmmmm," they both groaned. Ms Americana felt her body changing, felt the enraged butterflies rioting deep in her belly, felt her 44DDs starting to engorge with blood, firm up and swell, and worse, she felt her pussy starting to get very, very, very wet and aroused.

<Great Liberty! I'm a goner if I don't escape within the next minute or two,> she thought.

The Queen of Justice brought her right knee up into the fondler's groin. He gasped and fell down, so she thrust that stiletto heel down and into the foot of the goon holding her arms back. Two swift kicks and the other two goons went down.

"Ha! Mere men," Ms Americana sneered. "You are no match for Ms Americana!"

"Really?" Charles said as she started striding purposely towards him. He reached into his suit jacket, and pulled out a 9-mm pistol. Pointing it at her, "What about THIS? Is this gun a match for you, Ms Americana?"

"Oh! Not fair," she said, stopping to gawk at the deadly weapon with big baby blue eyes.

"Was your power belt fair? It gave you a tremendous advantage for almost twenty years," Charles said. "So, unless you want me to put a bloody hole in that admittedly gorgeous, fat titted body of yours, I suggest you raise your hands."

"You won't get away with this," Ms Americana said, raising her hands and nervously licking her full red lips. Everywhere she looked leering, hungry-eyed gangsters stared back at her. "I will be avenged!"

"Secure the merchandise, boys," Charles said.

One of the thugs pulled Ms Americana's arms behind her back, and bound her wrists together. Another bound her ankles together.

"Look at those rock hard nipples poking at her top," another goon said.

"Hell yeah," another said. "Just like all super heroines, as soon as she's captured her HORNY goes into overdrive. That bitch is EAGER to get royally fucked by us."

"Can we fuck her now?"

"Normally, we would," Charles said, looking her over hungrily. "But I'm thinking the bosses might enjoy a little show instead."

"Show?" Ms Americana said, not liking the sound of that at all.

"Call it, the TAMING of Americana Show," Charles said. "A live show."

"Live SEX show."

"How DARE you even consider such a vile act!" she cried, indignant. "I am a highly RESPECTED and MORAL super heroine. I'm not some trailer-trash slut whore to be used, abused and passed around like….like…"

"Life Fuck Meat?" Charles said. "Oh, but you are fuck meat, Ms Ameri-slut. All super heroines are pre-destined to be someone's whore."

"Pre-destined? Are you mad? No woman is pre-destined for anything," she cried. He baby blues flashed. "I'll have you know -- !"

"Enough!" Charles said. "Someone gag her. I'm tired of listening to her holier-than-thou yammering."

"How dare….No!" she cried, starting to shake her head back and forth to avoid gagging. She clamped her teeth shut, tight, so they failed to get the ball gag in, so they just slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth. Her baby blues flashed, but all she could manage was a pathetic, "Hhhmmmuugghhh!"

"I rather like Ms Americana's new look," Charles said. "What about you, boys?"

"Looks good!"

"Totally fuckable."

Meanwhile, out in the dining room:

Erica sat with Boss Lira as they watched Axanna Morgan getting fucked three ways at once. The gorgeous blonde was on her side, with a Sambino goon's cock up her ass, a Lira thug fucking her pussy, and she was sucking the Maître d's cock at the same time. The two mob bosses had a bet on how many times she climaxed before all three men came inside her.

Lady Sara Croft was busy sucking off the Lira Family boss. Erica thought Sara looked particularly fetching that day, wearing nothing but dog collar, huge silver hoop earrings and black patent thigh boots. They had released her shimmering brown hair from her thick braid, and he cascaded down her shoulders and back beautifully.

"The proper Lady has come right around, and seems to be enjoying performing very unladylike sex acts," Erica said, pushing the pointy toe of her red designer boots up Sara's glistening wet pussy.

"Nothing more beautiful than an arrogant, domineering woman TAMED," Roberto Lira said, glancing at Erica's rather impressive chest.

A disturbance in the back of the dining room caught their attention before she could respond to that. Seconds later Charles Lira appeared, leading two men carrying….MS AMERICANA! The super sexy super heroine was bound hand and foot, and gagged. They set her on her red booted feet before Boss Lira, and she looked around through tousled black hair, baby blues wide with disbelief.

"That's my boy!" Boss Lira said, very pleased with what he was seeing. He patted Sara's soft brown hair. "Be prepared for a super big wad of cum, sweet lips, because I'm doubly turned on now."

Erica rose to her feet sensuously, and graced Ms Americana with a sultry smile full of wicked sexual delights. The helpless heroine's baby blues went even wider as she started panting hard through her nose. Chills rippled her silky smooth flesh as felt Erica's soft, feminine hands cup her titanic tits, give them a squeeze and then reached deep into her cleavage, and unfastened her top. Americana's massive tits dropped and jostled to the gasp of the assembled gangsters. Erica started exploring her shapely body with brazen disregard to her captive's wishes.

"Hhhuuummmmmmggghhh," Ms Americana groaned as Erica's talented fingers slipped under her blue, star-spangled thong and started massaging her engorged clit just right. She struggled with a bonds a long minute, in vain.

"You are property now, Ms Americana," Erica whispered in her ear.

"Uuugggghhh," she groaned, head rolling back and starting to rock back and forth. Her body was on fire. Chest tight, throat even tighter, she could barely breathe. She could barely THINK. Erica was just too good with her fingers. The beautiful mob boss understood a woman's body too well, and exactly how to rip out the fastest climax possible. Then Erica's other hand raked long, red nails across the super heroine's silky soft ass cheeks, sending waves of wonderful pleasure rippling throughout her shapely body. "Mmmmmmmmmgggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Erica quickly roused her libido up so that it burned away the butterflies the Lira Family thugs woke up, and left the sexy super heroine panting furiously through her nose, baby blues rolled up, head back and back arched. Ms Americana so did not want to give ERICA the supreme satisfaction of climaxing her first. Would that climax be enough to break the proud super heroine? Could Erica TAME her?

That thought was too much for the vivacious vigilante, and she felt her orgasm overwhelm her faltering willpower. Seconds later her body had that most wonderful of all inner changes, and the Queen of Justice started bucking within Erica's hands as the granddaddy of orgasms consumed her mind, body and soul.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Pop goes the super heroine," Erica sneered, and pulled her hand out of Ms Americana's bottoms. Girl cum dripped off her fingers. "Wow, she was the easiest of all to climax. I bet you the first man tames her, with her first climax."

"Oh, she's tough," Roberto said, licking his lips as she stared at Ms Americana's bouncing, fat tits. "I say it takes three more climaxes."

"Lira Family caught her," Erica said. "She belongs to Lira. Who do you want to fuck her first, Roberto?"

"Bull," he said, and everyone started nodding with wicked grins of delight.

"Bull! Front and center!" Erica called. "And bring that foot long super heroine tamer with you."

The helpless, bound Queen of Justice was dragged to the middle of the room, and then forced to her knees between to thick columns. Erica enjoyed how her baby blues kept cutting back and forth, looking left, right and all around for help that wasn't coming. She could see Ms Americana's belly still quivering from her orgasm, and drops of pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs. Ms Americana, the ultimate Aphrodite woman, was already climaxed, libido on overdrive and utterly helpless.

The thugs untied her wrists, then pulled her arms wide and locked them in steel shackles attached to the columns. Erica smiled with the helpless heroine didn't even pull at her chains. She had unconsciously already accepted her fate. Of course, whether she'd accepted it or not, it was all but written in stone.

"BULL!" the assembled gangsters chanted as the huge Lira Family goon lumbered into the dining room. Harry "Bull" Bullock was seven feet tall, hair cut in a flat top, and massive muscles bulging everywhere. He was massive in all ways, including being hung like and elephant. "Break her, Bull."

"Bull," Roberto Lira called. He pointed at Ms Americana, on her knees and looking over her shoulders at the massive mobster. Erica laughed when she swallowed hard and nearly swooned. Super heroines were all acutely aware of their vulnerabilities. Ms Americana glanced at Lady Sara Croft, at Axanna, at Power Babe and the other super submissive, former super heroines. All broken and tamed. As she was about to be. She began tugging frantically at her chains. "Ms Americana is ready, unwilling and waiting for you to fuck her seven ways of stupid. Break her, Bull."

"Bull will break Americana," he said, starting to pull off his suit.

"Butt fuck her, Bull," Erica said. "I want to see the look on her face as that monster cock is shoved up her tight ass."

The super sexy Queen of Justice was up on her knees, struggling valiantly as Bull knelt behind her, scooted up intimately close and sat back on his legs. His foot long dick was hard and standing at attention as she reached up and round the statuesque super heroine and grabbed her 44DDs from behind. He played with her tits a long moment, then grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down upon his erect cock.

"Ugghhh," Ms Americana grunted loudly when he penetrated her sphincter.

Erica dropped to her knees before Ms Americana, reached up and pulled off the tape gagging her.

"Are you feeling POWERFUL now?" Erica said.

"You can despoil my body. You can break my will and tame me," Ms Americana gasped out. "But I will be avenged."

"By who? Flag Girl?" Erica said, and laughed. "I can't wait for that little bimbo to show up."

Erica put her hands on Ms Americana's thighs…and PUSHED down. Ms Americana's eyes crossed, and then she screamed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhh!" she cried, that massive cock forced up her super tight ass. "Too big! Too big! You're ripping me in half!"

"Good," Erica said.

Erica watched Ms Americana's beautiful, expressive eyes as Bull pumped her ass hard and fast. It was a wide-eyed look of utter astonishment. The Sambino boss watched with glowing eyes as Ms Americana's body reacted to Bull's erotic attentions. It was so clear as the orgasm built up within her, her struggles to suppress it, realization she wouldn't be able too. Then last, but not least, the sexy super heroine's realization just what was about to happen.

"Any second now you will climax," Erica whispered into her ear. "This climax will tame you." She leaned in and kissed her sensuously. "And as all Aphrodite women do, you will enter that mental and emotional state perfect for brainwashing." A single tear rolled out of each baby blue eye. Erica licked them up. "We will quickly mold you into the most pliable, most orgasmic, most eager to please sex slave imaginable." Erica saw her words, as expected, were having a profound effect upon the captured beauty. "And you know it is true. Stop fighting, and surrender to your destiny."

"My Goddess! Forgive me! Uggh. I am….I am…I….am….not …..WORTHY!" Ms Americana cried. The most powerful climax of her life blasted her. "Great Liberty! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am TAMED! Oh! Ugh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

Erica cut a self-satisfied look at Boss Lira. "I win the bet."

Boss Lira pushed Sara off his cock, stood up and walked over to Ms Americana. Seconds later her screaming was silenced with his cock in her mouth.

"Suck it, Ms Ameri-slut."

"Mmmggh," she replied. Slurp. Slurp. "Mmmmggh." SLURP!

"Hey, Americana's a slurper," he said, and laughed with everyone else. "I like a girl who enjoys giving BJs so much she slurps."

"Okay, boys!" Erica cried joyously. "Ms Americana has fallen! She is OURS to mold and fuck at our leisure. The Queen of Justice is just another whore inside The Club!"

THE END