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            MS AMERICANA: THE COLLAR

By Dark One

            The long, black limousine eased up the curb.  The uniformed doorman hurried down the red carpet to open the door.  Young men and women stretched out in a long line waiting to enter Club Ga Ga gawked and watched open mouthed.  Who was it?  Once the door was open, a pair of mile long legs emerged, wearing a pair of black stiletto heeled sandals with the long strap crisscrossing about a third up her legs.  They watched with bated breath as the stunning beauty emerged next, wearing a skin tight black leather micro mini and silver studded black leather halter.  The raven maned beauty’s body was majestically tall, at six foot one, and sculpted like a Greek Goddess.

            “G-Good evening, M-Ms Wade,” the doorman said, breathlessly and more than admiringly as he gawked at her abundant “assets.”

            Brenda Wade’s full red lips curled ever so slightly into a smile at the dumbfounded doorman.  He opened the door for some of Delta City’s most beautiful socialites and debutante party girls.  Catering to gorgeous women was part of his day in and day out business, and yet she stunned him into near speechlessness.  She fluffed her waist length mane of shimmering black hair and struck a sultry pose for the flashing cameras of the assembled paparazzi.  Her posture and eyes simmered with barely contained passion, with more than a little wickedness mixed in.

            <Great Liberty,> she thought.  <Look at them slobbering all over themselves and each other.  Not bad, considering I’m closing in on thirty-five, and still the hottest, most desirable woman in Delta City.>

            Her only rival:  Ms Americana.

            “We are so honored you came to Club Ga Ga, Ms Wade,” the tall, slim doorman said as he proved bold enough to place his hand at the small of her back to usher her to the doors.  It was a very possessive gesture.  A sure sign of his desire to possess her, no matter how remote the chance.  “Our best table is reserved for you.”

            Brenda graced him with her most seductive smile while her exquisitely manicured hand caressed his face as she started for the door.  He breathed in her enticing perfume as his eyes dropped to her deep, deep cleavage.  She brushed against him and felt his raging hard-on with her hip, and her smile deepened.

            <Another wretched soul ruined for other women,> she thought.  <I should be ashamed of myself.>

            Without a word, the filthy rich heiress and philanthropist strutted seductively into the hottest club in Delta City as her personal limo pulled away.  The young and beautiful of Delta City watched her with awe and lust.  The only sound was the clicking of her stilettos.

            “Welcome, Ms Wade!” the club manager, Jason Biggs, said, all but kowtowing before her, as he guided Brenda to her reserved table through the packed club.  He was so happy she thought he would burst.  Club Ga Ga had been inviting her and every other person of note in Delta City at least once a week since they opened three months back.  Since she had better things to do at night, as Ms Americana, Brenda just threw the invites out.  But not the one that arrived yesterday.  “Please accept this bottle of champagne to show our appreciation of your patronage.”

            He held her chair for her as she hesitated.  Brenda wondered if Jason knew.  Was he a part of the insidious crimes committed here?  Did he know the owner of Club Ga Ga, the evil witch called Wicked Wanda, was a white slaver?  If so, then he definitely was a part of her criminal organization.  He was only average height, a little pudgy and looked almost boyish.  He would be popular in prison after she took down this evil enterprise.

            “Why thank you, Jason, that’s very kind of you,” Brenda said as she sat and let him scoot her closer to the table.

            “Will anyone be joining you tonight, Ms Wade?”

            She slowly crossed her legs, causing his eyes to finally stop looking down her cleavage, if only for a second, to take in the glorious sight of her legs.  Then he surprised her by actually looking her in the face, if not quite the eyes.  Of course, a lot of men were mesmerized by her full red lips.

            “No,” she said, and winked at him.  He looked ready to giggle with pleasure.  “I’m riding solo tonight, and looking for a wild time.”

            “Oh, you came to the right club, Ms Wade,” he said, eyes gleaming.  His hungry eyes raked her stunning body several times, very quickly.  “If there is ANYTHING you want, need or desire, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

            “I will,” she said, and turned around to pick up her flute of champagne and sip at it as she looked around.  “Believe me, I am not shy about asking for what I want.”

            “Excellent,” he said, again almost kowtowing as he backed away.  “Have a great time.”

            Club Ga Ga was dark and vibrantly alive.  It was just the sort of place Lydia and her girlfriends would frequent.  She frowned, for it would’ve been fun to take Wicked Wanda down with her fun loving sexy sidekick.  But, alas, Lydia and friends were on an extended vacation in Mexico.  It was, after all, Spring Break.  And her cohort in crime-fighting deserved her vacation, what with maintaining a 4.0 average and equally impressive bust record as a masked vigilante.

            “She’ll be heartbroken when she finds out what I did without her,” she muttered, with the pounding music covering her words.

            The dance floor was packed.  She’d never seen a room more packed than that club.  Away from the VIP tables, in which she sat at the one with the best view of the main dance floor, a person couldn’t turn around without bumping into three others.  Behind the VIP area was a private dance floor, almost as crowded with the Delta City elite.  But upstairs, there was a marginally secret, super exclusive club.  Being rich and famous wasn’t good enough to guarantee entry into that part of the club.  Only drop-dead gorgeous face and body got you past the bouncers guarding the elevator door.  Hence her provocative clothes and demeanor.

            Brenda watched as a pair of coeds were stopped at the elevator.  The bouncers had them turn around, displaying their sexy wares.  They were both beauties.  Indeed, they were young socialites, and friends of Lydia’s.  Candi Caston, all blonde hair and blue eyes, and a body to die for wrapped in skin tight red leather, passed muster and was invited in.  Liza Huston, a redheaded beauty with big green eyes and pouty lips, didn’t.  One, her outfit wasn’t as sexy, and neither was the body underneath.  Two, while Candi was a strong nine, in a scale from one to ten, Liza was a weak eight, at best, closer to a solid seven.  Brenda frowned as Liza’s shoulders sagged and her face dropped from humiliation and rejection.  She turned and slowly left Club Ga Ga as her best friend vanished into the elevator, along with one of the bouncers.

            Brenda crinkled her nose as she glared at the elevator.  How dare those burly, bald men humiliate a wonderful girl like Liza.  And worse, how could Candi live with herself after abandoned her crestfallen best friend?  How horrible!

            “I’ll just have to speak with Candi about this,” Brenda said.

            After half an hour, and two flutes of champagne, Brenda stood and made for the main dance floor.  As she approached it, she started strutting, then broke into a sexy dance that made her 44DDs bounce enticingly.  She gyrated and shook her butt to the pounding, hypnotic music.  How she missed nights filled with friends, dancing and romancing.  That all ended when she graduated college and became an honest member of the workforce.  Not to mention a role model for girls and young women, as both a full time CEO by day and masked crime fighter by night.

            As expected, she was pressed from all sides.  Every move and turn resulted in body contact with someone.  Not ten seconds into her dance and Brenda found herself tit-to-tit with another buxom beauty.  As their titanic tits pushed and rubbed together, they both stopped and gawked at each other a brief second.  Two sets of blue eyes dropped to their mashed together set of twins, and they grinned at each other.  A shared wink from two members of the Sisterhood of the Sexily Stacked, and they danced away from each other as if nothing happened.

            Pushing deeper into the dance floor, Brenda alternately found herself grinding her shapely rump into the crotch of a delighted twenty year old, then turning to slap another young man in the face with her tits.  Neither man seemed to mind, though at least one of their partners gave her a Go-to-Hell look.

            <I have to go out dancing more,> she thought, totally turned on and elated.  It felt good to have beautiful people rubbing all over her on the dance floor.  All of the admiring looks from the surrounding men, and a few of the women, was a great ego boost, as were the jealous looks from the less secure young women.  <Maybe I’ll take Lydia up next time she asks.>

            Brenda writhed and wiggled, shimmied and pranced for a good forty-five minutes.  By the time she danced her way over to the guarded elevator, she had a sheen of sweat in her cleavage and a slightly aroused libido.  For a second, she seriously considered dancing back into the crowd for another fifteen, twenty or more minutes.  What was the hurry, after all?  All that arousal turned into sexual frustration, and that fueled her power belt as Ms Americana.

            But the sight of the hard-bitten bouncers made up her mind.  They stank of white slavers.  Butterflies erupted deep in her belly and her throat tightened.  It had taken her two months to trace the disappearance of beautiful young women to this club, and specifically to the super private club inside.

            “Oh!  What’s back there?” Brenda asked as she stepped up to the bouncers.  They eyed her with cold calculating eyes.  She smiled seductively, still breathing heavily from the dancing.  “Can I take a look?”

            “Only the mistress’s best friends, and a few very pretty young women are allowed up in the Inner Sanctum,” one bouncer said.  She had done her homework.  He was Lance Larcet.  Twenty-eight, ex-Ranger, ex-con.  He worked as a mob bodyguard before Wicked Wanda hired him to guard the gate.  His comrade in crime was simply called Samson.  He had no record, so no one knew his real name.  Like Lance, he worked as a mob bodyguard before hiring on at Club Ga Ga.  “You wanna go up, then you gotta show us something special.”

            “Really now?”

            Brenda stepped up close and then began to dance and display her “assets” in the most provocative manner imaginable.  She made sure her firm rump and massive tits brushed both bouncers in her little number that lasted two songs.  In fact, Candi got her invite after just fifteen seconds of posing.  For a few seconds, doubts clouded her perfect night.

            “How old are you?” Samson said, looking to be on the fence on letting her in.

            “Old enough to know better,” she said.  “But young enough to do it anyway.”

            That pushed her bid over the top.  Both bouncers glanced at each other and nodded.  She almost squealed with joy at seeing that nod.

            Samson opened the red velvet rope and Lance followed her into the elevator.

            “Ooo, an escort.  How gallant of you,” Brenda said.  There were only two floors so she didn’t see why she needed an escort, much less an elevator.  But he pushed the button, the door closed and the elevator car began the ascent.

             “You’ll have to wear this,” he said, pulling a dog collar out of the cabinet in the elevator.

            “A DOG collar?” Brenda said, eyes flashing blue fire.  “Why would I want to wear a stinking dog collar?  Do I look like a dog?”

            “Club rules,” he said.  “Anyone not in the collar is a party crasher and immediately removed, with all due force.”  He gave her a hard, condescending look.  “If you aren’t secure enough, aren’t WOMAN enough for the Inner Sanctum, then I’ll just take you back down.”

            The door opened on the Inner Sanctum.  Brenda glanced over her shoulder.  It wasn’t very crowded up here.  The room was filled with gorgeous, scantily clad young women.  She didn’t think any of those young beauties were over twenty-two.  Most looked closer to the eighteen to nineteen year old range.  This might be her only chance to get in there, ever.  The security around Club Ga Ga was too tight, virtually impregnable, thus forcing her to resort to going in undercover as Brenda Wade for her final recon before attacking as Ms Americana, and forced to act like a common slut to gain entry.

            Then the crowd parted just so, and she had line of sight straight to the back and the club’s notorious mistress, Wicked Wanda.  She was five eleven, built like a brick shithouse, with mesmerizing intense green eyes.  Like Brenda, she was crowned with a breathtaking mane of shimmering black hair, though Wicked Wanda’s hair was curly.  The mistress of the house, so to speak, was decked out in full Dominatrix style -- black leather bustier, tight leather pants stuffed into patent leather thigh boots that laced up the front.  <Jimmy Choo boots,> Brenda thought.  <Just like mine back home.>  So she was making enough money in white slavery to buy fifteen hundred dollar boots.  In addition, she wore a spiked dog collar and spiked braces on both wrists.  A leather riding crop was casually held in one hand.

            Wicked Wanda was laughing at some joke, looking gorgeous and evil all at the same time.  Brenda just knew that if she didn’t end the witch’s reign of terror more pretty young things would vanish night after night, maybe even Lydia’s friend Candi Caston, called CeeCee by her closest friends.

            “I’m game for anything,” Brenda said, turning back to Lance and lifting her chin.  She felt her hackles rise as the collar was slipped around her slender neck, then buckled.  He buckled it on too tight, with a challenge in his hard eyes.  She felt a wave of warmth quickly spread through her magnificent body.  Brenda locked eyes with him and smiled wantonly.  “Sweetheart, I’m more than woman enough for this place.”

            Brenda flipped her silky mane back over her shoulders, and spun on one tall stiletto and strode into the Inner Sanctum with a glint in her baby blues.  The crowd parted and most eyes turned to look the newcomer over.  She smiled in satisfaction as few eyes turned away, and more than a few openly gawked.  Of course, mostly they gawked at her striking statuesque body, with the 44DDs.

            Inadvertently striking a classic super heroine post, she quickly stepped out and plunged into the dancers.  Ten seconds later she bumped into Candi.  The nineteen year old heiress was rubbing her shapely ass into the crotch of a renown billionaire lecher, Lord Geoffrey Abernathy.  The seventy-five year old English media mogul BOUGHT his title, but that didn’t matter much to the gullible young women in America.  Lord Geoffrey’s age spotted hand was on Candi’s perky left breast.  She was, of course, topless now.

            “Hello, CeeCee,” Brenda said, one brow raised haughtily.

            “Oh!  Ms Wade,” Candi cried, flushing crimson and batting the lecherous hand off her naked tit.  “I didn’t see….I mean….I have to go to the little girl’s room.  Bye.”

            With that Candi vanished into the crowd.  She looked to be headed for the exit, probably afraid Brenda would tell her parents.  So Brenda gave Lord Geoffrey a self-satisfied grin.  He scowled at her.

            “I never expected to find Ms Prim and Proper Feminist here,” he said.  His dark eyes dropped to her sweaty cleavage and he immediately became flushed himself.  Tugging at his collar, he licked his lips and cleared his throat.  “I…um…my you look lovely tonight, Brenda.”

            “Thank you, Geof,” she said.  She took a deep breath, just to watch his eyes bug out.  As always, he was her puppet.  She started to dance around him, brushing up against him.  She knew he wanted her so badly it really, truly hurt.  His cock was rock hard and tenting his expensive silk trousers.  So she reached down and grabbed his cock, surprised by the length and girth of it.  “Is this for me?  Or long gone Candi?”

            “For you, Brenda, as always,” he said hoarsely.  “Name the time and place, and I’ll be there.”

            Brenda noticed Wicked Wanda was watching, as she hoped.  So she pressed up to Lord Geoffrey, pushing her 44DDs into his chest.  In her sky high heels, she was able to look him straight in the eye.  She put her hands on his shoulders, and felt his hands come to rest on her narrow waist.  He began to rub her waist with trembling hands as she cocked her head slightly to the right and sensuously licked her full red lips.  His eyes widened and his hands dropped and slipped around behind her.  She parted her lips ever so seductively as he grabbed too bold handfuls of her shapely hiney and pulled her in closer, pressing his cock into her lower crotch.  Brenda offered her lips.  He leaned toward her, his lips eager.  Just a fraction of a second before their lips met Brenda turned her head and barely brushed his lips.  Giggling, she pushed away and squirmed out of his grasp.

            The sexy heiress danced around the frustrated old English billionaire a moment then danced away into the crowd.  The sound of his frustrated groan was music to her ears.  Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Wicked Wanda look over the crowd and nod.  Glancing the direction the witch was looking, Brenda saw Candi follow someone into a side door.  She frowned, since she thought she’d scared the young beauty away to safety.  She would have to have a LONG talk with Candi and her parents.

            It made her wonder what foolish chances Lydia made when out clubbing with her girlfriends.  Young men and women were so daring, with no consideration for their own safety.  They thought they were immortal and too beautiful and rich to be anyone’s victim.

            Glancing back toward Wicked Wanda, she found the witch missing.  She started to look for her, then spotted a rare beauty.  A beautiful redhead.  The most beautiful redhead she’d ever seen was hogtied atop the table that Wicked Wanda had been beside.  With eyes only for the witch, Brenda had failed to notice the redhead.  Or the twenty odd other pretty young things bound in erotic positions scattered around the room.  Some were even hanging in elaborate bondage displays from the ceiling.

            <Great Liberty!  This is a BDSM sex club,> she thought, startled.  Turning around, she spotted Candi being led out of the door on leash and collar.  The beautiful heiress was striped of her red leather and now wore only her red pumps.  She was also handcuffed.  Then Wicked Wanda appeared out of the crowd and took Candi’s leash in hand.  <This doesn’t look good.>

            Wicked Wanda led Candi to one of the few tables without a bound and gagged beauty on it.  Candi was ordered to climb up and she did without hesitation or any other qualm Brenda could see.  Was this something Candi was into?  She just couldn’t image Candi as a willing bondage slave.  She was bright, ambitious and vivacious.  Candi Caston was no man’s, or woman’s, doormat.  But there she was, eagerly obeying Wicked Wanda’s commands without hesitation.

            Like everyone else, Brenda slowly moved toward the dominatrix witch and watched with rapt attention.  She jumped when Wicked Wanda slapped that wicked looking riding crop across Candi’s sweet bare hiney.  Her baby blues widened at the sight of the red welt that rose up, marring her otherwise perfect round white ass.

            “Who are you?” Wicked Wanda asked Candi.

            “Your sweet piece of ass candy, Mistress Wanda.”

            “What do you want, Candi?”

            “To be licked like an all day sucker, Mistress.” Candi said sweetly, innocently.  “Or, better yet, Mistress, to lick a big juicy cock like an all day sucker.”

            “Really?” Wicked Wanda said, smirking.  The witch paused, as if in thought, as her intense green eyes scanned the gawking crowd around her.  Then her full red lips curled into a wicked smile as her gaze stopped at Lord Geoffrey.  “My Lord, my friend, please, would be so kind as to fulfill this sweet piece of Candi’s sweetest, most submissive dreams?”

            “I-I would be honored, Mistress,” he said, licking dry lips as he stepped up briskly.

            “Everyone, I command you to watch as I commanded Candi to obey,” Wicked Wanda said in a strangely strong voice, that sent another wave of heat through Brenda’s body and mind.

            Brenda watched, frozen in place, as the wizened old lecher dropped his pants and Candi bent way down from her kneeling position atop the table to take his cock in her eager mouth.  She watched his huge cock thrusting in and out of Candi’s glossy candy apple red lips.  Meanwhile, Wicked Wanda wandered around behind the gorgeous heiress and pushed a bold finger deep into Candi’s sopping wet pussy.

            With a tight throat, racing heart and growing heat between her thighs, Brenda’s baby blues danced back and forth between Candi’s lips and ass.  In between, she noticed Candi’s perky tits were roused and the soft pink nipples erect and hard.  Candi was fully aroused and enjoying herself immensely. 

            She watched helplessly and highly aroused as Lord Geoffrey slowly increased the rate he fucked Candi’s mouth, until he was frantic with need and release.  By the time he shot his load into her mouth, then spewed a couple spurts on her face, Wicked Wanda had found the girl’s clit and was ravaging her libido with mind blowing masturbation of that most sensitive of spots.  Seconds after Lord Geoffrey finished rubbing his cock all over her pretty face Candi lost it and screamed a mind boggling climax.

            For the next hour Brenda watched a succession of men and women that Wicked Wanda chose at random take turns on Candi, leaving the teenage heiress a trembling, sex crazed fuck machine.  Brenda could barely breathe.  Her whole body was trembling violently as she watched, unable to break herself out of the trance like state she found herself in.  Mouth watering and pussy tingling with need and heat, she watched wide eyed as everyone else did.

            “You,” Wicked Wanda said, touching Brenda’s left tit with the riding crop.  Brenda’s eyes immediately locked with Wicked Wanda’s eyes.  Electricity passed between them.  Her voice was like a thousand watts of pure power.  “Your turn.  Eat her pussy.”

            Brenda felt the urge to obey.  Her mouth watered she wanted to eat Candi so badly.  But it was wrong.  Candi was a family friend.  Brenda knew her parents well.  She remembered Candi as a child and recalled how she grew up, blossoming into a beautiful woman.  She was a good friend of Lydia’s.

            “I c-can’t,” Brenda said, shocking Wicked Wanda.

            “What?” Wicked Wanda said, her head whipping around.  “You defy me?  How is that possible?  Freeze.”  To her shock, Brenda realized she couldn’t move if she wanted to.  How?  Then it came to her -- MAGIC!  The collar was enchanted!  Then Wanda reached out and pushed a finger under Brenda’s dog collar and looked at it carefully.  “It’s one of mine.  It is still enchanted with the spell of submission and obedience.”  The witched stepped in front of Brenda, her face just inches away.  “You are so strong willed, my pretty.  I like that.  The spirited ones are so much more satisfying to break.”

            All Brenda could do in response was close her hands into fists.  No other part of her body would respond to her will.  It had to be impossible, but the witch had captured her with magic.  It never occurred to her the collar would hold a spell, or that her willpower was not up to fighting off anything thrown at her.  But she couldn’t move!

            “What is your name, slut?” Wicked Wanda asked, caressing her face and then cupping her 44DDs.

            “Br-Bre-Brenda,” she responding, all the while screaming inside her mind at her inability to fight the witch’s vile spell.

            “Brenda what?”

            “W-Wade,” she said.  Wicked Wanda’s eyes flashed with wicked glee.  “Brenda Wade.”

            “Say you are Brenda Wade, MISTRESS.”

            “I am Brenda Wade, Mistress,” Brenda said, feeling what little will she still possessed fading away.

            “Are you my slave, Brenda?”

            “Yes, Mistress, I am your slave,” Brenda said.

            “Are you THE Brenda Wade, of feminist and philanthropic fame?” Wicked Wanda said, emerald green eyes ablaze with power and dark hunger.

            “Yes, Mistress, I am that Brenda Wade.”

            “Lift your arms high over head and cross them at the wrists,” Wicked Wanda said.

            “Yes, Mistress.”

            Brenda obeyed, feeling terribly vulnerable.  She so wanted to fight the wicked witch, but was utterly helpless.  Once she had complied with the command, Wicked Wanda started running her hands all over Brenda’s body.  She squeezed Brenda’s leather bound breasts a while, then reached down and cupped her pussy mound.  Then she reached around and fondled her shapely rump.

            “Lord Geoffrey, isn’t Brenda Wade a friend of yours?” Wicked Wanda asked at length.

            “No, Mistress, we despise each other.”

            “How delightful.”  She looked Brenda dead in the eye.  “But you really want to FUCK her, don’t you?” Wicked Wanda asked, an evil glint in her emerald eyes.  “Your balls ache to get your hands on her and fuck her stupid.  Am I right, my Lord?”

            Lord Geoffrey was trembling, eyes full of lust.  Brenda found it hard to breathe.  She didn’t like the course this conversation was taking.

            “All true, Mistress Wanda,” Lord Geoffrey said.  “I’ve wanted to taste her sweet honey soaked pussy since the first second I laid eyes on that wonderfully curvaceous body, and I’ve wanted to cram my cock into every orifice of her gorgeous body, until she begged for mercy and gave herself to me as my personal sex slave.”

            “You aim high, don’t you, my Lord?” Wicked Wanda said, chuckling.  She looked Brenda over carefully.  “Lord Geoffrey, come up behind Brenda and remover her halter top.”

            If Wicked Wanda didn’t have absolute control over her body, Brenda would’ve swoon at those words.  It was going from bad to worse.  Then all thought of Wicked Wanda or anyone else was vanquished, for she felt Lord Geoffrey’s hands in her waist length black hair, pushing through it to the fastener to her halter.  She gasped as he fumbled with it, then felt it release.  The weight of her tightly bound 44DDs caused the halter to snap forward, exposing her monster mammaries as they bounced enticingly before God and everyone.

            “Exquisite,” Wicked Wanda breathed, green eyes afire with cruel lust.

            Geoffrey reached around her body with both arms, engulfing her within his aged arms.  She felt his erect dick pressing against the thin black leather sheathing her firm, round hiney.  Then his brazen hands grabbed her tits and gave them a firm squeeze before he seized the loose halter top and pulled it over her head and away.

            Brenda felt her face burning with shame, even as the heat in her lower belly and twat burned so intensely she would’ve squirmed if she had control of her own body.  Then she saw Wicked Wanda nod at Lord Geoffrey, and he began an extremely intimate, very thorough caressing, squeezing, pinching and otherwise fondling and molesting of her 44DDs, all the while his face was buried deep within the fragrant abundance of her raven mane.

            “Ooommmm,” Brenda groaned after ten long minutes, leaving her breathless and weak.

            “My friend, remove her mini skirt,” Wicked Wanda said, tapping it with the end of her riding crop.  “The sight of it offends me.”

            She felt his hand on her hips, looking for the snap and zipper.  He found it quickly, and seconds later she felt the leather skirt, so skimpy, being pulled off her well-rounded hips and down her legs.  She was ordered to step out of them and obeyed without thought or hesitation.  She found herself in nothing but stilettos and enchanted dog collar.

            “Excellent.  Somehow I knew an obvious wanton slut like you would go commando,” Wicked Wanda said, stepping closer.  She paused a long moment to toy with Brenda’s wet pussy with the riding crop, then reached in and penetrated her vagina with a wicked finger.  Brenda’s glossy red lips parted ever so slightly as she let out a tiny gasp.  Then the witch spent a too brief moment massaging Brenda’s engorged clit, before stepping back.  “Lord Geoffrey, your cock is rock hard.  It will not sag.  It will not tire.  Ten seconds after you cum, you will feel a warmth rush through your body, telling you that your cock and balls are recharged, and ready to fuck Brenda Wade again and again and again.”

            “Thank you, Mistress Wanda!” he cried happily.  “I don’t know how I will ever repay you.”

            Turning to Brenda, Wicked Wanda said with an evil smile, “Brenda Wade, my slave.  Can you feel how sweet this night has become for me?”

            “Yes, Mistress.”

            “Good,” she said.  Then her eyes hardened.  “I command you to LOVE Lord Geoffrey.”  Brenda grunted as the magic hit her, an intense heat throughout her body, but most intensely in her groin area.  “You cannot get enough of him.”  Brenda groaned again, starting to tremble with desire.  “You need him intensely.”  Need consumed her as she began to pant.  “You will do anything for and to him if it gives him pleasure.”  She fell to her knees, panting harder as the heat of the witch’s vile magic seared Brenda’s soul.  “ANYTHING.”  She smiled, placing her spike-heeled boot on Brenda’s chest, then thrusting her to her back.  “You…are…his…ABSOLUTE…LOVE SLAVE.”

            Brenda looked up at Geoffrey above her with hungry, ravenous blue eyes, seeing the most gorgeous man alive.  And she was his loving, adoring slave.  She wanted nothing but to please him in every imaginable way, to give him intense, never ending carnal pleasure.

            “Master, I love you,” she croaked out through a suddenly dry mouth.  “I beg you, let this pathetic slave show her love.”

            She rose up on her knees as he stepped closer.  His cock was purple it was so hard and ready.  The head of his dick was just an inch from Brenda’s parted red lips.  Everyone held their breath as Brenda reached up and gently took hold of his cock.  She caressed its length lovingly, adorningly, then she leaned forward, her hot, wet tongue reaching out to swirl around the dickhead.

            “Mmmm,” she groaned low in her throat, and smiled wickedly as she locked eyes with Lord Geoffrey.  Then she slowly pressed her warm, red lips against his dickhead, and kissed it lovingly, before parting her lips and slowly sucking in that rubbery head.  “Hmmmmmgghhh.”

            “Blimey!” Lord Geoffrey cried.  “The bleeding bitch is really giving me head!”

            It only took a few minutes before Geoffrey shot his wad.  There wasn’t any reason to even try to hold out longer.  Wicked Wanda enchanted his cock.  It was better than Viagra!  He just let it go, and watched as his cock pumped a thick glob of cum into her mouth, across her tongue.  Brenda, as if reading his mind, opened her mouth wide after the second spurt and let him see all that thick, milky white jizm spreading across and down her tongue.

            “Oh, you got a good taste of me that time, bitch,” he growled with joy.  Brenda milked him dry, greedily lapping up ever drop of his seed.  “It was even better than I imagined it would be.  You don’t know how many times I jacked off to your picture, imagining you sucking my bloody prick.”

            “I will suck it as many times as you want, Master.”

            Brenda lifted his cock, and promptly started licking his sweaty balls.  She loved the urine stench and salty taste of him as she rubbed her face on his hairy balls and dick.  She reveled in her debauchery as she sucked on first one, then the other nut.  Then he gasped and shuddered, and she knew Wicked Wanda’s magic had renewed his cock, had recharged him and given him another load of cum to give her.  So Brenda sucked his cock in and took his full length into her mouth, and part way down her throat.

            “My God!” Geoffrey cried as she began to hum, and he lost it again.

            Brenda once again sucked him dry.  And the next time, and the next.  In all, Lord Geoffrey Abernathy received twenty-five blowjobs from the gorgeous multi-millionairess on her knees before him.  By the fifth blow job, the others slowly started moving away to other activities as the Inner Sanctum got back to wicked normal.

            “My Lord Geoffrey, the slave has other orifices too,” Wicked Wanda said as she passed by later that evening, as he was getting BJ number twenty-five.  “I for one would like to see her getting it up the ass.”

            With that, Wicked Wanda slapped the riding crop across Brenda’s firm, white ass.

            “Yeeooww!” Brenda cried, startled.

            “I have an idea I think will be fun and entertaining,” Lord Geoffrey said.  When Wicked Wanda arched a quizzical eyebrow at him.  “Let’s tie her up, then suspend her from the ceiling so that she is swinging and then fuck her two at time.”

            “I like it,” Wicked Wanda purred.  “Make it happen.”

            A pair of dominatrixes and three leather bound men quickly converged on Brenda.  They chose red rope, to match her lipstick and to contrast her white skin.  First, they wound one end of the rope around her narrow waist several times, then bound her wrists tightly to the small of her back.  The other end of that rope was run through a steel ring in the ceiling, and back down to wrap around her waist again.  At that time Brenda was pushed off her feet to dangle waist high and parallel to the floor, face down.  Then they took two short pieces of rope and wrapped one end several times around each ankle and the other end was tied to the short length of rope between wrists and waist, leaving her long legs bent at a ninety degree angle and her knees easily spread wide.

            “Hmm, looks like a fun ride you’ve created there, my foreign friend,” Wicked Wanda said, grinning mischievously.  She pushed her tightly leather-bound hiney in Brenda’s face, and the helplessly bewitched babe kissed and licked it.  Then she signaled to one of the men that helped “hang” Brenda.  “Damian, fuck the shit out of that sweet red mouth.”

            Damian was a six foot five, muscle bound black man.  He pulled out a thick, ten inch cock and stepped up to bat.  Brenda’s eyes widened in surprise and awe as he guided his monster cock to her lips.  She obediently opened wide and took all of him she could manage.  Meanwhile, Geoffrey stepped up between her bound legs.  He licked his pudgy finger and pushed it up her tight ass hole.

            “Uhhggghhh,” Brenda groan, partly from the finger, and partly from the too big cock filling her mouth to the max.

            “Slavegirl Candi,” Wicked Wanda called.  “Come here, sweetheart.”

            “Yes, Mistress, how may I serve you?” Candi asked sweetly as she knelt before the magically gifted dominatrix.

            “I want you to kneel below slavegirl Brenda and suck on her nipples and play with her tits,” Wicked Wanda said.  “And make it sexy, and make sure she feels and enjoys it.”

            “My pleasure, Mistress,” Candi said with perky enthusiasm.

            Seconds later Brenda felt Candi’s perfectly manicured hands on her dangling left tit, and then her teasing tongue on the hard, erect nipple.  Candi proved so adept at sucking and licking nipple, Brenda idly wondered if she was bi-sexual or even lesbian.  But then her former enemy, now temporary master, Lord Geoffrey stole her attention by pressing his cock against her sphincter.

            “Push it hard!” Wicked Wanda snapped, and brought the riding crop down across Brenda’s naked shoulders.

            CRACK!

            “Huuummmggghhhh!” she cried out around the huge black cock in her mouth as Lord Geoffrey obeyed with wicked delight.  It felt like she was being split in two.  Damian chose that moment to push through her mouth and into her overtaxed throat.  At the same time, Wicked Wanda slapped her riding crop across Brenda’s shapely hiney - CRACK!  “Uuugghhhhh!....Mmmuuughh.”

            Both men pushed deep into her, front and back, at the same time, then pulled out.  Each thrust pushed them a fraction of an inch deeper into sphincter and throat.  Brenda was helpless to do anything but pant heavily, loudly through her nose and try to obey her mistress’s commands to give pleasure. 

            Meanwhile, Wicked Wanda detailed a gorgeous brunette to suck on and play with her other tit and nipple, and a redhead to crawl up between Geoffrey’s spread legs and start eating out her sloppy wet pussy.  Of course, occasionally the redhead would pause to suck and lick Geoffrey’s swinging balls.  All this stimulation was more than any woman could stand.  Even an exquisite specimen of superior womanhood had her limits, and Brenda was being beaten into submission by her enflamed libido.  She no longer even thought coherent thoughts, just tried to give pleasure and accommodate anything they did to her.

            Geoffrey came first, filling her poop chute with creamy cum.  He pulled out, dropped his dick down a few inches and thrust past the redhead’s tongue and plunged all the way to the hilt into her vagina.

            “Uuuhhhhggghhhhhhhh!” she cried, the raging climax infusing her body with erotic heat.

            The vibrations from her screaming climax overexcited Damian, and he started cumming deep down her throat.  He spurted huge globs of cum as he slowly pulled out and, to finally spray her slack-jawed face with a couple of ounces of creamy hot jizm.  Candi and the brunette quickly rose up to lick the cum off her face, then drop back down to continue enjoying her 44DDs.

            Damian was replaced in her mouth by Fred, then John, Adam, Felix, Hector and finally Geoffrey again.  A dozen slavegirls rotated in and out to service her tits and clit.  It last a good five hours, to the wee hours of the night.  Then she was let down to be passed around by one and all, men and women until the crack of dawn and Wicked Wanda’s special guest were ushered out.

            Brenda passed out cold the moment she was freed from sexual stimulation.

#                    #                    #

            “Kneel, slavegirl Brenda,” Wicked Wanda said.  “Sit back on your legs.  Good.  Spread your knees wide…wider…good.  Now, grab your high heels and thrust out your massive chest.  Beautiful!  Chin high, and hold that position.”

            Brenda held the position as commanded.  She had no other choice.  The hot magic of the collar flowed through her with every command, leaving her helpless to do anything but obey.  Candi was brought in by Damian next, and Wicked Wanda was there to order her into the same position next to Brenda.  Counting Brenda, there was a baker’s dozen slavegirls on display in a long line down the middle of Club Ga Ga’s main dance floor.  She could hear men and women speaking quietly up in the VIP lounge.

            Once all the slavegirls were kneeling enticingly in line, Wicked Wanda invited the others down to look over the merchandise.  Being in the middle of that line, Brenda watched out of the corner of her eye as about twenty of Delta City’s meanest, most notorious pimps and madams came down to look them over.  Every single one of them she had, as Ms Americana, busted and arrested at least once.

            They walked down the line, examining the fine feminine merchandise on display.  She watched them fondle and pinch tits, and rub and toy with vulnerable, helpless pussies as they slowly made their way closer and closer.  There was no avoiding it.  Brenda Wade would be sold to a pimp and put on the street to work.  She almost swooned at the thought.  Was this the end of Brenda Wade?  Was it the end of Ms Americana?  A single tear rolled down her face as the first pimp, Da Lance, reached her and recognition dawn in his dark, cruel eyes.

            “Daaammnn, Wicked Wanda!  You got Brenda Wade?  THE Brenda Wade?” Da Lance cried, almost dancing he was so pleased.  “Sommabitch, girl, she is HOT.”

            “Oh my God, that stinking goodie-goodie Brenda, I’m So Much Better Than You, Wade is one of the girls for sell?” Mistress Tabitha said.  The beautiful redhead dropped to one thigh booted knee before Brenda and cupped her pubic mound.  “She’s wet.  In fact, she’s sloppy wet and raring to go.  Maybe she’s NOT so much better than us.”

            “Oh, she’s hot to trot, I can assure you of that,” Wicked Wanda laughed.  “She fucked nonstop from early evening until sunrise.”  She gave a wicked peal of laughter.  “In fact she vomited up three stomach-fulls of cum, because we filled her up, or overfilled her up, with cum without end.”

            The pimps and madams roared with laughter.  They surrounded her then, and commenced to stroke and fondle, pinch and squeeze every inch of her statuesque body, until she was driven mad with pleasure and need, and climaxed rather noisily.  Then they dispersed to examine all the other slavegirls to be auctioned off that morning.

            The auction went shockingly quick.  Most of the girls were sold in a minute or two, for a few thousand dollars each.  Brenda, was held for last.  Everyone wanted to bid on her.  And the bidding was fast and furious.  Wicked Wanda didn’t even have to play auctioneer.  Everyone just started shouting out offers until they reached one hundred fifty three thousand.

            The whole time, Brenda’s breathing became more and more labored, as they drew closer and closer to selling her to a despised, despicable pimp.  And all the while, she felt her libido growing more and more aroused.  The heat spread from her twat, into her lower belly, and onward.  She was sweating by the time she was pronounced sold.

            “Sold, to Da Lance, slavegirl Brenda,” Wicked Wanda cried with delight.  “And so fall the mighty!”

            “Oooohhhhhhhhhhh!” Brenda cried in terror.  “What have you done?”

            “Yes, the ONCE mighty has fallen into abject debauchery,” Da Lance said, grinning.  He locked eyes with his prize.  “I’m got myself a score to settle with Miss High and Mighty.  She held me up to public ridicule once, and sic’ed the cops, Ms Americana and Lady Midnight on me twice.  I spend twelve months once, and twenty-four months another time in county lock up because of her and Ms Americana.”  He grabbed Brenda’s jaw, his massive black hand squeezing until she groaned and tears flowed.  “You called me the scum of the Earth, and the lowest form of life.  Well, babe, being my whore makes you even lower than me.”

            He pushed her to the floor and kicked her in the belly.  Her breath exploded out and left her crying and gasping for breath.  Then he kicked her to her back and knelt between her spread legs.  She watched the hated pimp unzip and pull out is huge black cock.  He had a cruel smile of supreme satisfaction as he pushed her to her back on the cold tile and guided his dick into her pussy.

            “Uugghhh,” she cried as his cock pushed deep into her abused cunt.  She was fully aroused now, and horribly ashamed of the fact.  “Mercy.  Please, master, have mercy.”

            “I like that,” he said, starting to pump in and out of her twat, enjoying the feel of hot, yielding pussy flesh almost as much as knowing he was hammering one of his bitterest enemies.  “Master.  Has a nice ring to it.  Sounds RIGHT coming from your sweet lips.  Call me master again.”

            Brenda clutched at his massive shoulders, wild-eyed.

            “Master!”

            ‘Who’s your master?” he cried, as she was feeling her loins stirring terribly.  She was so close.
            “You are my master!”

            “Damn right, you stupid, uppity white bitch,” he said and backhanded her.  “What are you?”

            “Your stupid white slave bitch, master.”

            “Damn right you are,” he growled.

            He started fucking her faster and faster.  She cried out, starting to return his thrusts with her wildly gyrating hips.  She dug her long, red nails into his shoulder as her shapely, long legs straightened, pointing at the ceiling and forming a big V.

            “Master!  Master!” she cried. “Oh God, you are my master!”

            With that, Brenda Wade lost control of her self and felt that wonderful, wicked heat overwhelm her and rush towards a spectacular climax.  It ripped through her like nothing had before, and left her weak and helpless.

            “Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…uh..uh…Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooooowww!”

            “Brenda Wade is officially CONQUERED and TAMED,” Wicked Wanda cried to everyone’s delight.

            Da Lance was so happy about his expensive purchase, he let everyone enjoy a piece of Brenda Wade, slavegirl whore.  And they all indulged their wildest, wickedest, KINKIEST desires with her yielding, trembling, orgasmic body.  By noon they were finished with her, and she was passed out cold again.

            Da Lance picked up his exhausted and thoroughly debauched purchase and carried her out to his car.  She was driven to his home, where a trio of his girls took her and cleaned her up.  She was allowed to sleep a few, brief hours and then roused by the sexy trio again.  Then she was dolled up for work, in red leather bustier, black micro mini and red thigh boots.  They put huge silver hoop earrings on her, with matching silver bangles on one wrist.  Then Brenda was presented to her lord and master, the notorious pimp Da Lance.

            “Master, I am ready,” Brenda said, kneeling before the big black man.

            “Damn right you are,” he growled.  “You better make at least a thousand dollars, bitch, or I’ll whoop your round white ass tonight.”

            “I will try, master.”

            “No trying, do.”

            “Yes, master.”

            Brenda was taken to a street corner and put to work.  Ten other girls that belonged to Da Lance were with her, to give instructions and ensure she didn’t escape.  They didn’t realize that her enchanted collar wouldn’t allow her to escape, or disobey her new master in any way.  An order was an order, and she would fulfill it whether she liked it or not.

            They used a seedy motel at that same corner.  Brenda directed the first man to approach her in his slow moving Cadillac into the motel parking lot.  He was a middle-aged, bald, middle-management type white man.  She followed him in, had him pay for a room Da Lance had already paid for, so he could split the fee with the motel owner.  Then she took the old fat guy into the room and answered all of his kinky yearnings.  For big bucks.

            Brenda continued to whore herself with enthusiasm until well past 2 AM that night.  Same room, different men time after time after time.  She sucked cock.  Got fucked every which way imaginable, and charged extra for anything that strayed from suck and fuck missionary.  And the men were eager to pay up, too.  None of them could believe how drop-dead GORGEOUS their hooker was, and willing to do anything.  For a price, because her master wanted money, and lots of it.

            She fucked every kind of man imaginable.  Hispanic, black, Asian, white, big, short, fat and skinny.  Surly men.  Timid men.  Aggressive and abusive men.  She serviced them all, to their intimate satisfaction.  Indeed, everyone of them was supremely satisfied with her performance, for they rarely had a girl that game and eager to please.

            And that was Brenda Wade’s life.  She quickly got used to it.  She learned to accept it after two days.  Before the week was out, she truly enjoyed her new way of life, and especially all the wicked sex.  Very quickly she even stopped daydreaming of freedom.  Within a week she didn’t even have dreams that didn’t involve sex and prostitution.  Within a month she was working solo high priced call girl jobs, pulling in thousands on a bad night.

            Within thirty-eight days Brenda earned back the $150 grand Da Lance paid for her.

            After eight weeks with Da Lance, fifty-six days after walking into Club Ga Ga’s Inner Sanctum, Brenda Wade was working the corner of 69^th and Richards, deep in the heart of the notorious red light district called Sugar Town.  Business was good.

            “Hey, Puss N Boots, strut your fine feminine self on over here,” a young, rather attractive man called from a midnight blue Mercedes.  She smiled seductively and sauntered over sexily.  “How much?”

            “You looking for a date, mister?” Brenda said, a knowing smile curling her full red lips.  Her eyes sparkled with delight.  He was even better looking up close.  A hunk.  And he wanted her.  “Fifty dollars for you, sweetheart.”

            He brightened up.  “Really?  Just fifty?  What will I get for fifty?”

            “Suck and a fuck,” she said, giving him a come-hither look.  “If you want more, or something very special, we can negotiate.”

            “Negotiate this, whore,” a hard male voice said behind her.

            Before she could react, someone seized the back of her neck and pressed her up against the car’s roof.  Both wrists were seized and pulled together expertly, then she felt handcuffs tighten around them.

            “You are under arrest for solicitation,” the hunk in the Mercedes said.  He laughed and pulled away when she was pulled off the car, saying, “When are you filthy whores gonna learn.”

            “No!” Brenda cried, struggling futilely.

            She was dragged kicking and screaming all the way to a paddy wagon.  She found herself the first of twenty girls arrested that night.  Several hours later they arrived at the station, and they began to process her.  She was fingerprinted, photographed and strip-searched.

            The strip search proved life changing, because they removed the enchanted collar.  Brenda felt as if she woke up.  She didn’t recall a thing that happened to her during the course of the last eight weeks.  But it was easy enough to figure out, since her last memory was having the collar put on her in the elevator, only to find herself here under arrest for prostitution, returned to her wits the second the collar was removed.  Being freed of the collar’s magic didn’t save her from being stripped naked, bent over and given a thorough full body cavity search.  The burly police woman took her time, too.  She didn’t want to hear anything about Brenda being enchanted and sold into white slavery.  Brenda was just another whore, though an especially rich and beautiful one.

            An hour later, she got her phone call.  She called her lawyer, who called Lydia.  Within an hour she was released into her lawyer’s custody and the news stations and radios were abuzz with the news of “noted feminist Brenda Wade” being arrested as a common whore in Sugar Town.

#                    #                    #

            It was a hot late Spring night, around three in the morning.  Club Ga Ga was closed for the night.  The last staff members were departing.  But the second floor, the Inner Sanctum, was still alive.

            Ms Americana curled her full red lips in an ugly snarl as her baby blues burned into that most hated of all places.  It was the site of her greatest failure.  It had only been two weeks since she regained her freedom, and she’d only pieced together some of her activities as Da Lance’s top earning whore.  It made her nauseous to even think about it.

            After two long, torturous weeks, Ms Americana had abstained from sex and worldly pleasures long enough for her precious power belt to work.  She might not be one hundred percent, but was easily at ninety percent full super heroine strength, making her just nine times stronger that a man, instead of ten times.

            For the first time since before her capture, Brenda wore her Ms Americana costume.  Though the skimpy red, white and blue star-spangled and red and white striped bikini left most of her body bare, she found her symbol of strength and justice felt comforting to wear.  Besides the bikini, she wore red calf boots, with the red stripe up the front and around the top, finished off with a gold star on the upper outside.  Her red leather gauntlet gloves concealed her finger prints and ensured she didn’t cut the soft, delicate skin over her knuckles while pound the snot out of miscreants.  Her shiny gold power belt rode low on her well rounded hips, encircling her narrow waist.  The blue, star-spangled mask hid her secret identity, while the golden tiara let evil-doers know she was the Queen of Justice.  The red star earrings and blue choker with the golden star medallion were strictly for fashion’s sake, mostly because she liked them.

            “They’ll get theirs tonight, and good, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said with youthful enthusiasm.

            Flag Girl’s costume shared Ms Americana’s patriotic theme.  Her mask was a plain blue, accentuating her beautiful blue eyes.  She also wore a blue choker, but the top that supported her stunning 38Ds was a strapless number, half red and white stripes, half star-spangled blue.  Next came her power belt, shiny gold like Ms Americana’s, but only giving her five times the strength of a man.  Her well rounded hips were sheathed in a skin tight micro mini, decorated with red and white vertical stripes.  The perky protégé’s opera gloves were a vibrant red, as were her shiny stiletto heeled calf boots.  Unlike Ms Americana who wore her magnificent raven mane long and loose, Flag Girl pulled her silky golden tresses back in a bouncy ponytail and bangs look.

            “Exactly, my friend,” Ms Americana snarled.  Then she managed a grim smile for her perky protégé.  “Together, we will teach Wicked Wanda not to violate the law in our town.”

            “Tonight we punish that evil mistress of punishment,” Flag Girl said, blue eyes afire and silky blonde hair bouncing in her enthusiasm.

            Butterflies erupted deep in Ms Americana’s belly.  She told herself it was excitement at the prospect of finally defeating the woman that did her so wrong.  The woman who delighted in hurting others, especially beautiful women.  The bitch witch that sold her into cruel debauchery and prostitution.

            “Their vile debauchery will be in full swing by now,” Ms Americana said, though unable to recall anything while the collar was around her neck.  But she could well imagine what was happening.  The night’s gaggle of captured beauties would likely be bound and gagged up there, being prepared for sale to pimps and madams.  They were probably abusing them sexually.

            “Let’s go.”

            “Yeah!” her perky partner in crime-fighting called, pumping her gloved fist in the air.  “They are in for one big surprise!”

            “No, TWO big surprises,” Ms Americana said, grinning.  “Ms Americana AND Flag Girl!  Together, we are undefeated and undefeatable.”

            After that ego boost, they took off running towards Club Ga Ga’s front door.  At three in the morning it wasn’t guarded.  At least not outside.  She was sure there would be guards between the door and the Inner Sanctum.  The two bruisers at the elevator at the very least.

            “Hit them hard and fast,” Ms Americana cried as they raced at the front door.  “We have to get upstairs before they know we’re there.”

            Ms Americana didn’t even try the door to see if it was unlocked or not.  She just jumped up and kicked it in with a loud crash.  As expected, Samson and Lance were guarding the entrance into the Inner Sanctum.

            Flag Girl raced past Ms Americana at the door, seeing how the Queen of Justice was slowed slightly by kicking in the door.  They split upon entry, Flag Girl turning right and Ms Americana left.  They quickly confirmed that only Lance and Samson stood between them and Wicked Wanda and attacked from two sides.

            When Samson took a powerful swing at Flag Girl’s grinning face, she stepped aside with super human speed and seized his wrist.  Then using leverage and superb martial training, she threw him half across the room.  Meanwhile, Ms Americana ducked under Lance’s fierce roundhouse, then stomped a stiletto heel into his other foot.  He cried out in pain seconds before a super powered fist smashed his lights out.  When she looked up, Flag Girl was just tossing Samson against the wall, rendering him as unconscious as Lance.

            “Nice,” Ms Americana said.  “Jiu-Jitsu?”

            “No,” Flag Girl said, smiling brightly.  “Jazzercise.”

            They laughed as Ms Americana pressed the button and the elevator doors opened.  They stepped in and she pushed “2.”   The elevator car immediately started up.  Ms Americana indicated the small cabinet in the back of the elevator car.

            “That’s where they store the enchanted collars,” she said.  “Don’t touch them.  I’m not sure if they have to be buckled on, or just have contact.  The police will need them as evidence anyway.”

            “Right you are, Ms A.”

            DING!

            The elevator doors opened and the vivacious vigilantes stepped out as one.  What they beheld stopped them dead in their tracks.  Gawking, they couldn’t believe their eyes.  Four rare beauties -- a blonde, a redhead, a Latina and an Asian girl -- knelt severely bound up before them in line.  The blonde and Latina were ball-gagged.  The blonde was being butt-fucked by Lord Geoffrey Abernathy and the Latina was on her back being titty fucked by a police lieutenant in, or rather out of, civilian clothes.  Both of their beautiful faces were slimed with drying cum.  The Asian girl was being forced to eat another woman’s pussy.  While the redhead was being ravished by three men -- straddling the man in her pussy, with another up her butt and a third pumping her mouth.  As they watched the man shot his wad into her mouth, and spewed a couple in her already sloppy face.

            “Ugh!” Ms Americana cried, feeling sick and weak.  Was SHE treated so disrespectfully?  Was she so wantonly raped and abused?  And did that weasel Geoffrey participate?  “How horrible!  You vile, depraved MONSTERS!”

            “Holy Horrors!” Flag Girl cried.  “This is some kind of dungeon of DOOM.”

            Everyone just paused in mid-stroke or lick, and stared at the two patriotically costumed super heroines in their midst.  Their timely arrival was obviously the last thing they expected.

            “Halt, miscreants!” Ms Americana called with her most commanding voice.

            It had the opposite effect that she’d hoped.  The crowd panicked and raced straight for the elevator.

            “HALT!” a vaguely familiar voice called.  There was a strange power to that voice that Ms Americana couldn’t explain right away, but felt eerily familiar.  The mad rush to the elevator stopped instantly.  She wanted to obey as well, and noted even Flag Girl stiffened a bit.  “I will need you to help welcome our comely crime fighting cohorts.  Ms Americana and Flag Girl, I expected you long before tonight.  What took you so long?”

            “Traffic,” Ms Americana said, regaining her self control and allowing her anger and revulsion to infuse her.  When it came to opening a can of whoop ass on Wicked Wanda she didn’t plan on holding back one iota.  “Glad you waited.”

            “My pleasure,” Wicked Wanda said, winking.  Then she smiled with wicked delight.  “Shall we dance?”

            “Of course, and I assure you, the pleasure will be ALL mine,” Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing.

            Four goons stepped up even with Wicked Wanda, two on each side.  All were big, brawny and barely dressed in tight black leather.  In front of Ms Americana was a big black and an even bigger white man.  Flag Girl faced a set of twin Asian men, with thick necks and fierce expressions.

            Always the adventurous one, Flag Girl moved first.  She let out a wild battle cry and charged the Asian twins, Chong and Wang.  They charged with their own battle cries, which turned into squawks of surprise and pain when she did a somersaulted over them, using super powered thighs, and immediately attacked from their rears.

            Ms Americana took advantage of everyone’s surprise and lunged forward.  She feigned toward Damian, then cut right and seized Wicked Wanda’s wrist.  The Queen of Justice jerked the surprised witch off balance before running her straight into the wall.  As the wicked white slaving witch crumbled to the floor two enraged bouncers smashed into Ms Americana.  She was slammed face first into the wall.  If not for the enhanced strength and endurance her power belt granted her, she would’ve been knocked as senseless as Wicked Wanda.  But she was a super heroine now, the Queen of Justice.

            The two bouncers smirked as they stepped back, expecting to watch her crumble into a heap at their feet.  Instead she slanted an angry look over her shoulder, then snarled.  The look of surprise on their ugly faces was priceless.  She faked a left spin, but spun right, that turned into a savage roundhouse and connected with Damian’s head.  He flipped head over heels and landed face down.  He groaned, then relaxed.  Unconscious.

            “One down, only one bug ugly bastard to go,” Ms Americana said.

            She tried to kick him between the legs, but he predicted that move and caught her booted foot.  It was the striking super heroine’s turn to be surprised.  No one had ever managed that.  By his bright red face and breathlessness, it had to have jolted him to the core, and hurt twice as much.  Then he surprised her by holding onto her foot.

            “Let go, you mindless brute,” she said as he stepped back, pulling her along, making her hop after him and keeping her off-balance.  Until she regained her balance, and at least some leverage, she was effectively helpless.  But thinking quick, “Good girl!  Pound him, Flag Girl!”

            He stopped, tensed up and looked over his shoulder.  Flag Girl was across the room having fun with the twins, tossing them all over the place.  They were staggering and looked ready to drop.  But he didn’t know that.  His hesitation and uncertainty lasted less then five heartbeats.

            It was enough.

            Ms Americana did one hop towards him, them performed a backwards flip.  She knew she’d never complete it with the goon holding onto her right foot so tightly.  But he wasn’t expecting her left foot to smash into his chin, snapping his head back.  He released her foot and they both fell to the floor.  Only Ms Americana leapt back up to her feet.

            “Sweeeet, Ms A!” Flag Girl called brightly, striding towards her personal heroine and role model in all facets of life and beyond.  “I guess we showed them what a pair of superior women can do, didn’t we?”

            “Superior…ugh…pieces of whore ass,” Wicked Wanda grunted, pulling herself to her knees.  She wiped at her bloody nose, tasted the blood and glared at them.  “I will revel in your downfall.  You will pay dearly for this outrage!  No one!  I mean NO ONE lays hands on Wicked Wanda without my permission.”  She spoke a few arcane words, drew a rune in the air and locked eyes with Ms Americana.  “Good-bye super heroines, and hello costumed whore cunts.”

            Suddenly a streaking fist made of pure energy streaked from Wicked Wanda’s hand straight at Ms Americana.  The sexy super heroine dodged left, but the mystic hand grazed her.

            “Ooogggpphh,” she cried, feeling like she’d been hit by a jolt of electricity.  She fell against the wall and dropped to one knee.  “Great Liberty!”

            “Ms A!  What…!” Flag Girl said, stepping toward her.  Wicked Wanda pointed at a nearby chair, seized it magically and thrust it across the room and into Flag Girl.  She was hit in the side of the leg so hard she was flipped into the air. “Uuggghh!”

            “Get her!” Wicked Wanda cried to the assembled, gawking patrons.

            While distracted with Flag Girl, Wicked Wanda forgot the greater threat, if only for a second.  That mistake was almost the end of her, too.  Ms Americana surged straight at her.  Wicked Wanda was tackled by the big-titted heroine.  A second later the witch found herself on her back with her nemesis straddling her waist and pulling her red gloved fist back to smash out her lights.

            “No,” the witch said, no time for a spell now.

            She quickly kicked her long, black leather sheathed legs up and crossed her ankles before a startled Ms Americana’s neck.  Then she tried with all her might to slam her heels through the floor.  She didn’t succeed, but did manage to smash the stunning super heroine’s head to the hard, unyielding tile floor.

            “Ugh!”

            Wicked Wanda froze, realizing Ms Americana was momentarily stunned.  It wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.  Her power belt gave her remarkable healing abilities, as well as endurance to pain.  The witch’s mind was still too jumbled to think of an appropriate spell, but she spotted a ready made one that had been knocked to the floor close at hand -- an enchanted collar.

            Grabbing the collar, Wicked Wanda rolled up and leaped full-bodily atop the pillow titted beauty.  Leather encased 38D smashed into satin covered 44DDs.  She saw Ms Americana’s eyes widen, coherence stir.  She scrambled to wrap the loose dog collar around the super babe, now starting to realize the danger.  Ms Americana’s baby blues locked on the collar

            “No!” Ms Americana cried hoarsely as Wicked Wanda slipped one end of the enchanted collar under her neck, between her silky black mane and the satiny white skin.  Then Wicked Wanda’s other hand streaked up to seize the end of the collar as it emerged on the other side.  “Don’t!”

            Ms Americana lunged straight up, head butting the witch.  Wicked Wanda cried out in pain and distress, but hung on to both ends of the collar.  After head butting her enemy, Ms Americana’s head bounced back, into the collar and forcing Wicked Wanda’s hands together.  In a split second, learned from long practice, Wicked Wanda slipped the collar through the buckle and pulled the collar tight around Ms Americana’s neck

            “Don’t do….!”

            “Heel!  Stop struggling!” Wicked Wanda cried with Power.

            Ms Americana’s body instantly froze as commanded, but then her back arched and she let out a bone chilling scream.  Ms Americana, using the strength she gained from her power belt, reached for the enchanted collar.

            “Ms Americana!” Flag Girl cried.

            Wicked Wanda heard the protégé’s cry, but couldn’t waste time on her now.  Ms Americana could still escape divine justice if she wavered or hesitated.  Enough time for Flag Girl later.

            “Don’t touch the collar, slavegirl.  I forbid it!”

            “Ugh…uuuooonn,” Ms Americana cried, in fear and frustration as her gloved hands stopped and opened and closed several time, as if she lost control of them.  “Flag…Girl….help.”

            The dominatrix witch moved quickly.  Coming to one knee above her would-be victim, she then thrust her spike-heeled boot into Ms Americana’s slender throat and pulled the collar cruelly tight, cutting off air and blood.

            “Stop struggling,” she commanded, which caused Ms Americana’s movement to become more sporadic, less controlled.  The Queen of Justice did not want to surrender or fail.  No one had ever fought her this long and hard.  Despite herself, Wicked Wanda was impressed.

            Standing up, Wicked Wanda took her booted foot off Ms Americana’s throat and stomped down into her deep, deep cleavage.  Then she cocked her other foot way back, and KICKED Ms Americana in the pussy.  Twice.  Three times.

            The statuesque battling beauty arched her back one last time in extreme pain, and collapsed.  Wicked Wanda loosened the collar, hearing Ms Americana suck in a great breath.  Then the witch finished buckling the collar.  That done, she stepped back and looked down with supreme pleasure at her dangerously delectable prize.

            Ms Americana lay spread-eagle at her feet.  Unconscious.  Wicked Wanda gave her a wicked smile, then slanted a look over her shoulder at Flag Girl.  The sexy sidekick was struggling with the witch’s lecherous guests, all wearing enchanted collars so helpless to do anything but obey her orders.  And none of them were happy about it, she was sure, and they were taking a terrible beating.  But there were too many of them for Flag Girl to fight through quickly.  Ultimately, the super heroine would be victorious.

            If she allowed it to go that far.

            Wicked Wanda gathered up her battered bouncers and set them upon the embattled blonde beauty.  She watched the sidekick with approval.  Flag Girl was a gorgeous specimen of feminine beauty.  Her shapely body moved with grace and power, as her silky ponytail bounced all about.

            “I’m going to love bringing you to heel, almost as much as your beloved Ms Ameri-SLAVE.”

            Damian reached Flag Girl through the crowd first.  He came up on her right rear, so she didn’t see him.  Wicked Wanda smiled when he reached out a huge black hand and grabbed her bouncing blonde ponytail and jerked her straight back.

            “Yeeeooww!” she cried.  “Hey, let go you foul miscreant!”

            Then Wang and Chong arrived, both slamming a fist into her kidneys.

            “Ooofff!” she cried, dropping to her knees in shock.  Then she surprised them all by dropping to her shapely rump and kicking out all around.  Damian had to release her ponytail and jump back as well.  But he managed to kick her in the butt when she jumped to her feet.  That sent her reeling across the room.  She fell face down at Wicked Wanda’s feet.  “Ouullllgghh.”

            All four bouncers piled on top of Flag Girl.  Two to an arm, they secured her struggling body and forced her up to her knees to face Wicked Wanda.  Her beautiful face was a mask of rage and defiance as she knelt there red faced and panting from exhaustion and the drumming they had given her.

            “Ms Americana and I will NEVER surrender to the like so you, Wicked Wanda,” Flag Girl snarled.

            “Really?” she said, grinning.  She stepped over to Ms Americana and reached down and seized the collar.  The witch pulled the limp, unconscious Queen of Justice up into a sitting position, head lolling around.  “Are you talking about THIS, utterly helpless and collared Ms Americana?  Or is there another one I don’t know about?”

            She pushed the helpless heroine back to the floor.  Ms Americana groaned and started to stir weakly at her feet.  Wicked Wanda rolled Ms Americana to her side, reached to the small of her back and unfastened the golden power belt.  Flag Girl cried out in denial when the witch stood up, power belt in hand.

            “Not yet,” Wicked Wanda said, then spoke a spell that sent a powerful jolt through Ms Americana’s body.  Her captured super heroine tensed in supreme pain, and fell back unconscious again.  Then she turned back to a shocked and now trembling Flag Girl.  “Your defeat will be more personal, humiliating and painful, Flag Twat.”

            Wicked Wanda walked across the deathly silent room.  The only sounds were Flag Girl’s labored pants and the witch’s heels on the polished tile.  She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.  Then she walked back over to Flag Girl and handcuffed the wildly struggling blonde, who wailed in fear and outrage as her wrists were forced to the small of her back and cuffed securely

            The witch tried to remove Flag Girl’s power belt, but couldn’t.  Even a dozen spells failed to allow her to unfasten it and remove it from Flag Girl’s struggling body.

            “Not so easy, is it, witch?” Flag Girl snarled in defiance.

            Wicked Wanda shrugged.  “Not YET.”  Then she smiled cruelly at her newest victim.  “I am going to make you take it off for me.”

            Then the fun began.  For the victors, that is.

            “Okay, boys, this one I want tamed FIRST, then collared,” she said, laughing as Flag Girl screamed.

            Damian reached up beneath her short-short mini and ripped off her thong panties.  Then he knelt behind her as the twins each grabbed an arm and shoulder to hold her tight.  He reached down and caressed her shapely white hiney with growing lust. 

            “Help!” Flag Girl cried uselessly when she heard him unzip.  “Ms Americana!  Please, help me!”  Ms Americana laid five feet away, spread eagle and unmoving.  “Anyone, help me!”

            Flag Girl gasped and froze when she felt both of his hands on her hips, and his impossibly thick, long cock rubbing against the satiny skin of her lily white hiney.  Then the huge black cock found the crack in her ass and Damian used that to guide it down, down, down to her suddenly burning, wet cunt.  Fear, a fertile young imagination and unimaginable anticipation made her groan long and low as the heat ramped up deep in her belly and cunt, burning with intense, erotic need.

            “Please don’t do this,” she begged, with a suddenly hoarse voice.  “I’m a virgin.  I’m saving myself for marriage, like a good girl.”

            “What a waste,” Damian said, reaching down to poke and stroke her quivering pussy lips.  Those hot, fleshy lips parted almost without prompting, inviting his thick fingers to explore and delight.  Flag Girl gasped, wide-eyed, and renewed her struggles to escape.  The twins truly had their hands full holding her relatively still.  Then Damian pushed a finger into her vagina, penetrating her body for the very first time ever by a man.  The sexy sidekick froze with a tiny gasp.  “Damn, she really is a virgin.  I feel the hymen, and this bitch is TIGHT.”

            “Not after that beautiful, big black cock of yours loosens her up,” Wicked Wanda said, chuckling darkly.  “The man that breaks this super powered strumpet will get the full price of her sale at auction tomorrow.”

            The four bouncers didn’t need any incentive, but they were thrilled nonetheless.  Now they had a goal.  Each would put forth his best effort into the erotic task at hand.

            Flag Girl would be broken, tamed.

            “Meet Little Damian,” Damian said, leaning over to whisper in Flag Girl’s ear.  He thrust his hot, wet tongue into that ear.  Then he pressed the head of his cock against her cunt, pushing past the tingling, fleshy lips and stopped pushed up hard against the vagina’s wet opening.  She felt him profoundly, knowing only a tiny bit more pressure and he would penetrate her.  It would be a first for her.  Her whole body was trembling.  “Little Damian, meet Flag Girl.”

            With that he pushed.

            “Oouuuhhh!”

            Damian only penetrated in up to her hymen before her vagina muscles clamped down.  It felt like an entire baseball bat was shoved up her twat to the helpless heroine.  The butterflies in her belly spread throughout her shapely body.  He pulled back, making her gasp, then thrust again.  She screamed as he ripped effortlessly through cherished hymen tissue.  Flag Girl felt sweat begin to roll down her overheated body.  She gasped as he pushed five more inches into her.  Finding it harder and harder to breathe, to even think, as Damian slowly pumped in and out, deeper and deeper with each thrust, pulling a gasp with each stroke in and out.

            In less than a minute she realized she was building toward an orgasm.  It would be her first.  She tried to suppress it, knowing that she couldn’t handle anything so intense.  Climaxing would de-power her, and she didn’t know what it would do to her emotionally.  An orgasm might be all they need to break her, to tame her like they wanted.  She couldn’t allow herself to be tamed, to be turned into one of the witch’s simpering slavegirls.

            “Uugghh,” she cried, when he managed to push a full ten inches inside her vagina.  “Mercy!”

            “Stop.  Stay deep inside her,” Wicked Wanda said, stepping up close.  Damian obeyed, but didn’t seem happy.  Wang and Chong seemed worried their mistress would change her mind about Flag Girl.  Wicked Wanda extended her black booted foot to just below Flag Girl’s face.  “Kiss it, Flag Cunt.  Make it pretty.  Make me FEEL it.”

            Flag Girl felt her face burning, her lower lip trembling.  Her throat tightened and she shook her head.

            “I c-can’t,” she whispered.

            “Then fuck her long and hard, Damian.”

            “Wait!” she cried as she felt his massive member pulling out, sending waves of pure ecstasy flowing through her defenseless body.  He stopped with just his cock head inside her, looking up at the magical dominatrix.  “I…I will kiss….your foot.”

            The twins lowered her upper body so that her full red lips were within inches of the shiny leather boot.  Flag Girl noted five other lip prints on the boot, faint prints in purple, red and pink lipstick.

            “Lick off the other lip prints first,” Wicked Wanda commanded, emerald eyes flashing.

            Flag Girl groaned.  Then she reached out and ran the tip of her pink tongue through the middle of one of the red prints.  She was shocked by how little her lick accomplished.  Grimacing, she knew she would have to put some effort into the task, and use her entire tongue, not just the tip.  Her mouth was so dry she didn’t think she could clean off that suddenly sinister boot.

            Flag Girl quickly took stock.  She knew without a doubt now that if she let all four of those bodyguards fuck her, she would be broken.  Indeed, she knew it wouldn’t take all four.  Damian, with that monster cock of his, could easily prove all that was needed to break her will.  But just this short respite was helping her recover, given enough time, she might manage to escape them.  She glanced at the still form of her mentor, and knew she had to do anything, endure whatever they threw at her, to save Ms Americana who was already collared.  Flag Girl knew her mentor was already broken to the collar, though the witch didn’t.  Ms Americana wouldn’t be able to resist the collar’s magic.

            So Flag Girl extended her tongue and pressed it hard against the boot’s toe and licked up and cleaned a wide swath.  It took her a good five minutes, but the humiliated heroine cleaned the boot to Wicked Wanda’s satisfaction.  Then she was given permission to kiss it.

            Pressing her full red lips to the toe of the boot, Flag Girl held it a second, to leave a good imprint.  Then she pulled back and looked up at Wicked Wanda, waiting for her approval and release from brutal rape.

            “Good girl,” Wicked Wanda said, admiring the lip print with a sweet smile.  “I think you will make a wonderful slavegirl.”  She waved at Damian. “Proceed with the taming of Flag Girl.”

            “Nooooo!  I did what you asked,” Flag Girl cried.  Damian thrust all the way into her yielding body in a violent thrust that made her dangling 38Ds jostle and the flesh of her hiney ripple under the impact of his thighs and groin.  “Yyyeeeooouuuggghhh!”

            Now Damian thrust into her hard and fast.  Slow and sensual was hard enough before, but this brutal, lusty fucking was too much to endure.  She struggled with all her might, but Wang and Chong hung on with wickedly happy determination.  That incredibly intoxicating heat infusing her body surged, threatening to burst out in a massive climax.  She fought to control it.  Flag Girl knew that climaxing was her doom.

            A movement out the corner of her eye caught her attention.  The until now missing fourth bouncer stepped over Ms Americana’s body, to stand straddling it as he looked down on her.  His line of site was her titanic tits, still barely encased in red, white and blue satin.  Then he dropped to his knees, reached out and unfastened the clasp holding the two breasts cups together and released her huge globular white tits.

            Then he pulled out his cock and plopped it into that deep cleavage.

            “Stop it!” Flag Girl cried.  “Leave her alone.”

            He ignored her as he pushed those pillowy tits together and started titty fucking Ms Americana right before her eyes.  Flag Girl cried out in rage and dismay.

            Unfortunately, she realized too late she had dropped her tenuous hold over her raging hormones and body.  That heady heat inside her surged up, breached that line of no return, and came crashing down upon the hapless heroine.

            “Oh!..Gaaawwwwwwwwdddddddd,” she cried, a monster climax stealing all of her attention and searing her soul.  “Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeee!  Oh.  Oh…Aaaaaiiiieeee!”

            “Virgins never last very long around here,” Wicked Wanda laughed.  “Oh my, Flag Girl is now deflowered and de-powered.”

            Panting in exhaustion, both mentally and physically, Flag Girl tried to struggle.  The witch proved correct.  Most of her super power was stolen by the orgasm.  She whimpered in helpless humiliation as Damian continued to fuck the shit out of her pussy.  Very soon she forgot about being de-powered.  She was barreling toward another mind-searing climax.

            Damian fucked her for a good twenty minutes, ripping out half a dozen powerful climaxes, before he finally filled her vagina with hot cum.  He continued to pump her pussy for another five minutes, until his cock went entirely limp.  Then he struggled to his feet, a little wobbly and moved around to her head.  Kneeling again, he thrust his limp cock into her face.

            “Ack!” she cried, feeling the hot, sticky cock rubbing all over her face.

            He wouldn’t stop until she accepted it into her mouth, to thoroughly clean it off.  While he enjoyed her services, Chong released her left arm and shoulder and moved around behind her.  He was about to fuck her up the ass, but Wicked Wanda stopped him.  She wanted her pussy completely filled up first.  So he pushed into her pussy with enthusiasm and a cry of pure pleasure.

            As Chong started fucking her doggie style, she finished cleaning Damian and he took hold of her left arm and shoulder.  When he moved aside, she saw Ms Americana again.  The white bouncer had finished, leaving a dozen thick, creamy white blobs of cum slowly spreading and dripping down Ms Americana’s beautiful masked face, neck and tits.  The two blobs on her star-spangled blue mask were the most obvious, though the three on her slightly parted, full red lips were the largest.

            Another dominatrix appeared as if out of nowhere, in dark blue leather.  To Flag Girl’s surprise, she took a close up picture of Ms Americana with a digital camera.  Then she moved to another angle and took more pictures.  The blue dominatrix took a good fifteen to twenty pictures from a dozen angles before she turned around and smiled at Flag Girl, and started taking more pictures of the stupefied sidekick.

            “Mistress Sapphire has been photographing you the whole time,” Wicked Wanda said, and laughed.  “I didn’t know you didn’t see her.  Don’t worry, you put on a beautifully photogenic sex show.”  The witch winked at the other dominatrix.  “Super heroines are so vain.”

            They all laughed.

            Flag Girl dropped her head in defeat.  She was already at the verge of another climax.  Each one seemed to come faster and harder.  Damian almost broke her.  If he would’ve fucked her one more time, Flag Girl would’ve been broken.  She knew it, and thanked God for that small reprieve.

            “Chong will break this super bitch, Mistress,” Chong promised confidently.

            Chong proved almost as well endowed as the much taller and heavier Damian.  She groaned in misery and despair.  If felt too good from the first thrust inside.  She felt her pussy juices dribbling down her inner thighs.

            “Oh, please, Mistress Wanda, have mercy,” Flag Girl cried, sobbing.  “I will do anything you ask.  We will leave and promise never to bother you again.  I promise!”

            “Too late,” Wicked Wanda said smugly.  “You decided to attack me tonight.  You made the decision to take a chance on losing and being captured by me, knowing what I am like and what I do to beautiful young women.  And you lost.  Now you will suffer the full consequences of your mistake and supreme cockiness.”

            Those terrible words branded Flag Girl’s soul.  She knew they were the gospel truth.  Their super arrogance led them into a situation they could never survive.  And they would pay the price for failure.  They WERE paying that price.

            Wang suddenly released her.  He stood up before her and unzipped.  Flag Girl watched with wide eyes as he pulled out his cock, grabbed her by the ponytail and guided his cock to her mouth.  She opened without command and started sucking.

            “Mmmmm,” she groaned, realizing for the first time she kinda liked the taste of cock.  It reeked of urine, but tasted in a way that made her belly tingle and throat tighten up.  “Uummmmggglhhhh.”

            Getting it from both directions at once was just too incredible.  Adding the profound emotional impact of sucking her enemy to being fucked hard was more stimulating than she ever imagined possible.  She’d never known it could be so intense.  An orgasm bubbled up, and surprised her thirty seconds after Wang mounted her face.  The twins fucked her hard and fast.  It was all she could do to keep up.  And they ripped one climax after another from her yielding body, despite her efforts to control her libido.  After the fifth such climax Flag Girl began fucking them back, sucking harder, groaning sensually and hungrily.

            “Look at her now, Mistress,” Damian said, calling Wicked Wanda back over from directing men in fucking an unconscious Ms Americana while Mistress Sapphire snapped picture after picture.  “Flag Girl isn’t fighting us any longer.”

            “You’re right, my pet,” she said, eyes full of evil delight.  “She’s a regular fuck machine now.  Look at her go.”

            “Mmmpphh,” Flag Girl responded, barely conscious of the fact they were discussing her.  All she knew was if felt wonderful.  She never wanted it to end.  So good.  So sexy delicious.  “Mmmmmmmmmmm.”

            Wicked Wanda quickly cast the spell that enabled Chong and Wang to be sexually renewed seconds after cumming, over and over again.  So she left them to complete the taming of Flag Girl and returned to Ms Americana with Damian and Randle in tow.

            They watched her guests having their way with Ms Americana’s limp body for about twenty minutes.  Ms Americana wasn’t capable of waking, since she was bespelled to remain sleeping.  Wicked Wanda liked to watch powerful women made so utterly helpless they were unconscious, and then be debauched in the most profound ways imaginable.  Later, she might show Ms Americana the pictures.  If they had time.

            Every few minutes she heard Flag Girl cry out, engulfed in the hedonistic pleasure of another mind numbing climax.  Glancing at the oversexed strumpet, she enjoyed the sight of her glistening body, dripping with sweat, responding so profoundly to the solid fucking she was receiving.  There was no sign of defiance left in the once perky and arrogant blonde.

            “You know, my pets, this is even better than the night we caught Brenda Wade in our midst,” Wicked Wanda said, smiling contentedly as she listened to Flag Girl’s gasping grunts and watched a guest spraying Ms Americana’s shapely white rump with creamy cum.  “It just doesn’t get any better than this.”

            “When do we get to fuck Ms Americana?” Damian asked, dark eyes afire with uncontained lust.

            They paused to watch Ms Americana’s back arch and her hands clutch at empty air, consumed in a power orgasm.  Despite being unconscious, the costumed beauty was still experiencing multiple orgasms.  She would be exhausted by the time Wicked Wanda allowed her to wake up.

            Two hours later, all the guests were spent.  They had no more to give unless she enchanted all of them like the twins.  So Wicked Wanda sent them away.  After they’d all departed, Lance and Samson joined the four other bouncers and the witch upstairs.  She enchanted Samson, Lance, Damian and Randle with the spell to keep them hard and sexually regenerated and set them loose on Ms Americana.

            Then Wicked Wanda returned to Flag Girl.

            “Enough,” she said.  “Stop, my pets.  I want to play with this little puppet.”

            Flag Girl didn’t hear the dominatrix witch.  But she felt the twins pull out, and groaned in complaint even as she collapsed in a sweaty heap.  Wicked Wanda removed the handcuffs and stepped back and smiled down at the utterly helpless, debauched and tamed sidekick.

            “Flag Girl, crawl to me and kiss my boot,” Wicked Wanda commanded.

            “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, exhausted and needing sleep so badly.

            Flag Girl shakily rolled to all fours.  She slowly crawled to Wicked Wanda and bent low to plant a lingering kiss on the toe of her shiny black boot.

            “Good girl,” the gloating dominatrix purred.  “Now, be a good little slavegirl and remove your shiny power belt.”

            The bone weary super heroine sat back on her long, shapely legs and looked up at her new mistress.  Flag Girl’s mind wasn’t working real well, but she understood the significance of the act.  She would be acknowledging Wicked Wanda as her conqueror and mistress.  She would be admitting that she considered herself Wicked Wanda’s absolute and obedient slavegirl and property.  That would be the final act of Flag Girl, and the first of slavegirl Lydia.

            She glanced at Ms Americana, with Samson ramming her mouth and Lance raping her butt hole.  The Queen of Justice couldn’t save herself, much less her sidekick.  Her beloved mentor had already lost her power belt and been collared.  This was Brenda’s second capture.  She didn’t think she would be given another opportunity.  Neither of them would be.

            Flag Girl reached around to the small of her back with trembling hands.  She unfastened the power belt.  The usual feeling of Power leaving her body, of becoming “normal” again, wasn’t there.  Damian had stolen that from her, had de-powered her hours ago.  Wang and Chong finished the job of taming her.

            “Give it to me,” Wicked Wanda said.

            Flag Girl lifted that most special of belts up to her mistress, offering it to her willingly.  The witch reached down and plucked the legendary belt from her trembling hands.

            “I am your slave, Mistress Wanda.”

            “I know you are, slavegirl Flag Girl,” Wicked Wanda said, elated by such a profound success with one of the terrors of criminals in Delta City.  Once so proud and strong, now a trembling slavegirl at her feet, begging for approval with big blue eyes.  Then her fierce green eyes hardened.  “Now, give me your mask.”

            The six bouncers all stopped, including the pair fucking Ms Americana.  They gawked at Wicked Wanda, their admiration burning in their eyes, then they glanced at Flag Girl, and finally at Ms Americana.  Then everyone turned their full attention to Flag Girl.

            “Y-yes Mistress,” Flag Girl said, feeling light-headed.  Her delicate hands were trembling terribly now.  She sucked in a deep breath, seized both sides of the mask, the ultimate symbol of her position in society as a super heroine, and pulled it off.  “Your words are my life, Mistress.”

            Everyone stared, including Wicked Wanda.  Then Flag Girl lifted the mask up, offering it t her mistress and broke the trance.

            “Well, that was anticlimactic,” Wicked Wanda said, scowling.  “I don’t recognize you at all.  What’s your name?  Bambi?  Brandi or some other bimbo name?”

            “Lydia, Mistress.”

            “Whatever,” she said, not pleased.  “Are you anyone important or the least bit famous?”

            “I’m Lydia Wills, Brenda Wade’s ward and heir,” she said.

            Everyone gawked at her.  First they captured Brenda Wade, and now her ward.

            “Brenda escaped from….,” Wicked Wanda started, then realization hit her.  Her head whipped around.  The six foot one Ms Americana, with the magnificent 44DDs DID have the same spectacular body as Brenda Wade.  “By Satan’s Flaming Balls, remove Ms Americana’s mask.  Now!”

            Samson reached down with one hand and ripped off the star-spangled blue mask of legend.  He pulled her off his erect cock and tilted her face toward Wicked Wanda.

            “Brenda Wade is Ms Americana!” Wicked Wanda, Damian and Lance all said at once.  Lydia nodded and dropped eyes submissively.  “I’ve defeated and conquered the world’s premier super heroine….TWICE.”

            The bouncers all cheered and high-fived each other. 

            Wicked Wanda stepped over to Ms Americana, waving the two bouncers away from her.  The helpless heroine fell back to the floor, face down.  Wicked Wanda flipped her over to her back and smiled down into that familiar face.  Then she squatted beside her slavegirl and placed her right hand between her mammoth mammaries, and spoke a short spell.  Ms Americana’s stunning body tensed up, back arching, then she collapsed and Wicked Wanda stood up with a cruel smile spreading across her beautiful face.

            “Wake up, sleeping beauty,” the witched purred softly.  “Time to pay the piper for past GOOD deeds.”

            “What?” Ms Americana groaned.  “What happened?  Where…Great Liberty!”

            She tried to rise up, shock on her beautiful face.  Wicked Wanda quickly stomped own on her chest, between her titanic tits, forcing the stunning beauty back to the floor.

            “No so fast, BRENDA,” Wicked Wanda said with wicked delight dancing in her too green eyes.  Ms Americana’s hands went to her face.  “Looking for this?”  She held up her mask.  Then she dangled Flag Girl’s mask in the other hand, while Flag Girl’s power belt was draped over her forearm.  “I’m afraid Flag Girl dropped a dime on your sweet round ass?”

            “Great Liberty, no!”

            “Oh, but yes, my little slavegirl, I own you AGAIN,” Wicked Wanda said.  “Believe me, you won’t escape again.”

            “You won’t get away with this, witch,” Ms Americana snarled, baby blues defiant.  “If not Flag Girl and I, then another super heroine will put an end to your evilness.”

            “I’m eager for them to try,” Wicked Wanda said.  She waved Flag Girl over.  The once perky blonde beauty rose sensuously to her feet and walked over slowly and stopped close up to her mistress.  “Because capturing you two was amazingly easy.”  Wicked Wanda cupped Flag Girl’s left tit, then patted her pussy mound.  She lifted Flag Girl’s chin with one finger and they shared a lingering open-mouthed kiss that pulled a low groan from the sidekick.  Then the witch pointed at her foot and Flag Girl dropped to all fours, and bent over the boot….and kissed it lovingly.  “And it is proving fun, profitable and extremely satisfying.”

            Ms Americana couldn’t take her eyes off her sidekick as Lydia obeyed Wicked Wanda’s commands without protest or hesitation.  And she WASN’T collared.

            “Great Liberty, you’ve tamed Flag Girl!”

            “Of course.  Was there any doubt I could?” she said, laughing.  “You were tamed first, and now we get to enjoy doing it again.”

            “Mistress,” Lance said from across the room.  “The clients are arriving.”

            His words froze Ms Americana’s heart.  They would be auctioned.  It would be Flag Girl’s first sale.  It would be her second.

            “Lance, take Samson and make our guests comfortable,” she said.  “We will start once they have all arrived.”

            After the two downstairs bouncers departed she ordered the other four to take the four girls they captured and tied up before the super heroines interrupted them down stairs and put them on display.  The witch and two captured super heroines watched as they each picked up a sexily bound beauty and carried her away.

            Once alone with Ms Americana and Flag Girl, Wicked Wanda looked them over with relish.  This was her finest moment.  Her greatest coup.  It felt good to silence and tame two of the most goodie-goodie, stuck up super heroines in the world.  It felt very good, indeed.

            Neither super heroine had moved.  Ms Americana still lay on her back and Flag Girl knelt submissively at the witch’s feet.  Neither had been given permission to move.  She doubted either was even considering the possibility of disobedience, much less escape.  Walking across the room and picking up another enchanted collar, she looked at Flag Girl.  The sexy sidekick looked at her with apprehension and expectancy.

            “Come and kneel before me, slavegirl Lydia,” Wicked Wanda said.  She watched the beautiful socialite walking toward her.  She had a sexy strut that bounced her silky blonde hair and firm 36Ds.  Hips swaying and arms swinging, she walked up to her mistress and dropped to her knees with sensual grace.  Wicked Wanda immediately slipped the enchanted collar around her slender white throat and buckled it tight.  Flag Girl gasped and shuddered, then relaxed.  “What a pleasure it has been breaking you on the cock, Flag Girl.  Now your life as a white slave, a prostitute, will begin in earnest.”

            Wicked Wanda ordered Ms Americana to her feet, then had Flag Girl go stand beside her former mentor.  After looking their stunning nakedness over a few minutes, she commanded them to put their costumes back on and clean up the best they could.  Cum was toweled off and make up applied to restore them to their pre-capture pristine beauty.  Then she returned their masks.

            The black leather sheathed dominatrix witch stood before them with feet shoulder width apart and hands on hips, what some might consider a super heroine pose.  She looked her most precious prizes over with wicked glee in her emerald eyes, a wide smile curling her full red lips.  She had to admit they were two of the most spectacular women she’d ever dreamed of capturing and enslaving.  In a way, it was a disappointment because she knew this was the pinnacle of her success as a white slaver.

            “Perhaps I should start specializing in capturing and taming super heroines,” she said.  Both of her slaves nodded solemnly.  She laughed and commanded, “Okay, slavegirls, crawl to me and each take a foot.  I want you each to lick an entire thigh boot clean.  You may start now.”

            Obediently, both patriotically costumed super heroines crawled to her and started licking.  Lydia started at the toe of her right boot, while Ms Americana started licking her five inch stiletto heel first.  They took their time, doing a meticulous job of licking off the numerous lip prints and specks of dust, from toe to heel to boot top.  Once the witch was satisfied, she ordered them to plant a single kiss each on the toe of her boots.  Ms Americana left her lip print first, then Flag Girl.  Then she turned around and command them to each kiss a butt cheek.

            “Good girls,” Wicked Wanda said, grinning.

            Wicked Wanda collected two long black leather leashes and snapped them onto their collars.  Then she led her slavegirls to the waiting elevator.  She had the slavegirls precede her into the elevator, turn around and kneel.  Then she stepped in and turned around before pressing the button for the first floor.  Seconds later, the doors opened up on the sight of four gorgeous young women sexily display for auction in the middle of the dance floor.

            “Heel,” she barked and stepped out sharply.  The two sexy super heroine slavegirls leapt to their feet and followed obediently.  A startled gasp from the VIP lounge greeted them.  “Okay, slavegirls, strike a super heroine pose.”

            Ms Americana and Flag Girl obeyed without hesitation.

            The assembled pimps and madams rushed over to encircle Wicked Wanda, Ms Americana and Flag Girl.  They gawked with open astonishment and pleasure.

            “Is there a problem?” Wicked Wanda asked pleasantly, then grinned wickedly.

            They broke into celebration.  Laughing and throwing cutting remarks at the enslaved super heroines, they moved in close and started poking and prodding, caressing and fondling the two captured “superior” women.

            “Are they really, REALLY tamed and totally under your control?” Mistress Tabitha said, though no doubt clouded her jubilant and beautiful face.

            “Of course.  I accept nothing less than one hundred percent obedience from my slavegirls, and don’t offer them up for sale until they are broken and tamed,” Wicked Wanda said.  “Let me demonstrate.”

            The dominatrix released the vivacious vigilantes from their leashes.  Stepping back, she commanded, “Ms Americana.  Remove your top.”

            “Yes, Mistress Wanda,” the statuesque super heroine said.

            Ms Americana understood she was supposed to put on a show.  Her mistress wanted her to impress those pathetic pimps and madams. Ms Americana wanted to please her mistress, so she wanted to put on a good show, too.  She made a dramatic turn, so everyone could get a good view of the “before” and then reached between her monster breasts and unleashed them on the world.  The second she unfastened her bikini top the pressure of her 44DDs' confinement snapped the breast cups apart and dropped.  She felt them bouncing enticingly before the awestruck group, then made another dramatic turn to show everyone her naked tits.

            The pimps and madams applauded, congratulating Wicked Wanda on her triumph and her slaves’ excellent training.  Ms Americana smiled with pleasure to see her mistress smiling and accepting the accolades of her illicit sex industry associates.

            “Ms Americana,” Wicked Wanda said in a commanding voice.  “Flag Girl has spent the past several hours being fucked stupid by my bouncers.  I see cum dribbling down her shapely legs.  Lick off that cum.”

            Ms Americana smiled brightly.  “My pleasure, Mistress.”

            The Queen of Justice stepped before her sexy blonde sidekick and knelt.  She looked up and down the inner thighs and legs of the other super heroine, noting the lines of cum and reached a finger out and wiped off a little bit, then stuck that leather gloved finger in her eager mouth.

            “Mmmmmm, delicious,” she said and dropped to all fours.

            The cum dripped all down Flag Girl’s legs, then down her red calf boots.  One line of cum even dripped down her left stiletto heel.  So the raven-maned super heroine started at the tip of Flag Girl’s stiletto and started licking her way up her left leg.  By the time she reached her knee, Flag Girl gasped and tensed.  Ms Americana licked her way up and up, until she licked up under Flag Girl’s skirt, then she gave the pubic mount a few hard licks.  With the left leg cleaned, she started on the right.  Once again, she ended by giving Flag Girl’s twat a firm and thorough licking, cleaning it of all dribbling cum.

            “Oooohhhhh,” Flag Girl said, sighing loudly.

            “Ms Americana, on your feet and strike a pose.  Hold it,” Wicked Wanda said.  “Now, Flag Girl, I see cum dribbling down Ms Americana’s legs, too.  Lick them clean, slavegirl, and make it even sexier.”

            Flushed from the too brief twat licking she’d just received, Flag Girl smiled enthusiastically.  “Yes, Mistress Wanda!”

            Flag Girl more than exceeded Ms Americana’s erotic display.  She didn’t just lick the dibbling cum off her mile long legs, she made love to Ms Americana’s leg in the process.  She licked it, caressed it, rubbed her spectacular body and tits up and down and all around them.  And when she worked her way up to Ms Americana’s red, white and blue satin, scantily sheathed cunt, Flag Girl licked the clothe, then SUCKED the cum out of the saturated bikini crotch.

            Everyone was more than pleased by this little sex show.

            Everyone was so excited, their eyes bright with lust and carnal need, Wicked Wanda decided it was time to start the auction.  The Asian beauty, Mai Liu, went on the block first, selling for twenty thousand to the top pimp in Sugar Town, King Pimp.  Other than Brenda Wade, Wicked Wanda had never gotten more than ten thousand for one of her slavegirls.  The redhead was next.  The witch had her suck off Damian during the auction, and she went for twenty-eight thousand, sold to redheaded Mistress Tabitha.  The blonde was next, with her spectacular bedroom blue eye and knee-length golden tresses and impressive 38Ds.  She had the twins, Wang and Chong, double team her during he auction.  She sold to Kid Rotten for thirty-one thousand.

            “Ms Americana, Flag Girl, I want you to put on the next show with the lovely Latina, Thalia,” Wicked Wanda said.  The gorgeous Latina was a noted actress and singer south of the border, and a bit older than the dominatrix witch turned white slaver normally caught and sold.  But like Brenda Wade, she was a rare beauty and men LOVED her.  She just oozed sex.  “Ms Americana above the waist and Flag Girl below.”

            Thalia wore only the enchanted collar and a pair of black thigh boots, with finely wrought silver spurs above the five inch stiletto heels.  She wore silver hoop earrings and silver bangles on both slender wrists.  The dark patch between her shapely legs was bikini waxed to leave just a thin line of closely cropped pubic hairs above bubblegum pink nether lips.  And her beautiful brown eyes smoldered with fiery passion and insatiable sexual desire and need.

            The two super heroines each swallowed hard, feeling their own twats start to tingle and felt the first stirrings of moisture oozing out.  They turned to gaze down on the fiery Latina, kneeling submissively as she held onto her long stiletto heels as ordered.  As they looked, Thalia locked eyes with each in turn, electricity erupting between them, taking all of their breath away.  Her satiny legs spread even wider as her warm, red lips parted and her chin dropped.

            Mesmerized by Thalia’s smoldering eyes, Ms Americana was the first to move.  She knelt next to the Latina slavegirl, they embraced passionately and their red lips melted into each other with low groans of abject pleasure by both women.  Everyone watching groaned too, as did Flag Girl.

            While the two dark-haired beauties shared a deep, passionate lipstick kiss, Flag Girl knelt between Thalia’s spread legs and lowered her lips to that sweet puss.  Thalia groaned and arched her back as the sidekick spread her labia open and started to lap up her love juices.  Soon, she pushed a finger into Thalia’s vagina and started to suck on her clit.  She felt the Latina’s body start to quiver.

            Wicked Wanda watch with the same rapt attention as the others.  Then as Ms Americana began kissing her way down Thalia’s sun-kissed throat, down to her pillowy 36Ds.  She realized the time was perfect, and started the auction.  It went slowly, because no one wanted to take their eyes off the sexy threesome.  Ms Americana moved around, to lean over Thalia’s head, so they could suck and lick on each other’s massive tits, while Flag Girl lost herself within the Mexican superstar’s perfumed cunt.  The bidding picked up when Thalia had her first convulsive climax.  At that point the bid was eighty-five thousand.

            “Amor!” Thalia cried.  “Ooohhh, mi amor!”

            By Thalia’s third, screaming climax, the bidding was at one hundred and twelve thousand. 

            “Ayyyyyyyiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried, her whole luscious body arched in glorious carnal pleasure and arousal. 

            “Mui calente!” Wicked Wanda said, finding herself strangely aroused and overheated.  “Do I hear one hundred twenty?”

            “One hundred twenty-five,” Da Lance cried.

            Wicked Wanda laughed throatily.  Why didn’t she think if this earlier?  What better way to fire the libido and loosen the purse strings than a hot, wicked sex show during a slave auction.  But just shy of an hour, the auction came to an end.

            “Sold, to Madam Tabitha for two hundred and ten thousand,” Wicked Wanda called.  Tabitha whooped with joy and rushed in to claim her prize.  Taking a deep breath, she watched the crimson clad dominatrix/madam kiss and fondle the still smoldering Latina, then lead her away by the hand.  Then she noticed Ms Americana and Flag Girl were both still on the floor, panting and eyeing each other lustfully.  “Now for the crème de la crème.  Ms Americana and Flag Girl.”

            Wicked Wanda looked around.  She spotted Kid Rotten watching the proceedings while his new purchase gave him great head.  King Pimp had his newest sex slave bouncing up and down his huge black cock.  While Mistress Tabitha had both of her purchases kneeling before her and taking turns licking her twat.  There were still a lot of pimps and madams without a purchase and eagerly eyeing the remaining slavegirls, Ms Americana and Flag Girl.

            “It’s time to make history,” she said, grinning.  “First up, Flag Girl!”

            “One hundred thousand!” Da Lance called hungrily.

            “We’ll start with one hundred thousand,” Wicked Wanda said.  She looked at the costumed crusaders.  “Go at each other like this is the last night of love and sex you’ll ever know.  Make each other cum a thousands times and then do it again.”

            Ms Americana and Flag Girl leapt into each others’ arms.  Their full red lips kissed desperately, hungrily.  They couldn’t get enough of each other.  Both suddenly knew, deep down, they had wanted to do this for years.  This was their last chance to love and make love to each other.

            “I’ve wanted you for so long,” Ms Americana admitted.  “So long it hurt to watch you dressing and undressing.”

            The pimps and madams whooped and hollered, high-fiving each other and the bidding jumped up by fifty thousand within seconds.  Very quickly, Flag Girl’s hands found Ms Americana’s 44DDs.  She finally, after years of seeing and longing to touch them, had her chance to play with the most spectacular set of tits she’d ever seen.  She sucked a rock hard nipple into her eager mouth as Ms Americana unfastened her protégé’s strapless top and stripped her titties.  After letting her beloved ward and sidekick suckle and rub her face in her rack a few minutes, Ms Americana pulled away to remove Flag Girl’s skirt.  Then Flag Girl returned the favor by pulling Ms Americana’s bottom down and off.

            The bidding reached two hundred twenty thousand.  Some of the less wealthy pimps and madam were hastily trying to form purchasing syndicates, to buy and share the captured super heroine whore slaves.  Then Ms Americana stood up and spread her legs wide.  Flag Girl knelt below her, her beautiful masked face upturned, and began to eat her mentor and guardian out with relish.  Ms Americana groaned and arched her back, played with her own tits and thoroughly enjoyed the hot cunnilingus.  Flag Girl slurped noisily, raking her red gloved hands down Ms Americana’s shapely white rump and killer thighs.

            Ms Americana watched the pimps and madams watching her and Flag Girl.  They were ecstatic to watch their worse enemies’ downfall and reduction to white slavery and wet, wicked debauchery.  It frightened and excited her to see their fiery eyes, their glowing faces as they bid huge sums of money for her sidekick.  And next bid on her.

            That, along with Flag Girl’s enthusiastic and expert cunnilingus fired up her already overheated libido, and pushed her over the top.  The climax was a long time building with first Thalia, and now Flag Girl.  The Queen of Justice was ready for the sweetest release.

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

            When she climaxed, Ms Americana’s powerful vagina muscles contracted.  There was no penis to plug her up, so there was nothing to hold back the creamy tide.  Flag Girl was startled by the sudden, heavy flow of previously accumulated cum.  The pimps and madams gasped, then cheered as she lapped it all up, gulping and gulping, not letting a single drop escape her greedy mouth and tongue.

            “SOLD!” Wicked Wanda cried.  “For two hundred and ninety-six thousand to King Pimp!”

            When the black giant of a pimp pushed the gorgeous slavegirl off his foot long cock and started to rise, Wicked Wanda stopped him.  Everyone paused, caught off guard by this unexpected development.

            “A boon, sir,” Wicked Wanda said.  “May I borrow Flag Girl a bit longer, so Ms Americana can return the favor?”

            His fierce, dark eyes brighten.  “Of course!  Far be it for me to bring an end to this delightful entertainment.”

            “Thank you,” she said, then turned back to the two super heroines.  They were huffing and puffing, Flag Girl still snuggling Ms Americana’s left leg.  “Slavegirls, please continue fucking each other stupid.”

            Ms Americana and Flag Girl traded places, with a long five minutes intermission to suck face and tits.  Then Ms Americana couldn’t take it any more and pushed Flag Girl slowly to her booted feet, as she kissed her way down her shapely body.  By the time Flag Girl was standing, legs spread wide and hands pulling her own nipples and caressing her own tits, she was gasping and groaning.  Soon her head was whipping around, as her silky blonde ponytail started coming loose.

            “Oh…wait…Ouuuuuiiiiiioooooooooooohhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee!” she cried, with a monster climax, that sneaked up on her only seconds after Ms Americana nibbled on her aroused clit.  “Oh….oh!....please…..again!  Again!  Ah-Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!”

            “Who will start the bidding at two hundred thousand?”

            “Two hundred thousand,” Mistress Tabitha cried.

            “Two ten!” King Pimp called.

            “Two fifty,” Kid Rotten yelled, looking like he was about to cum too.  Then before anyone else bid, “Two Hundred sixty!”

            Wicked Wanda was on cloud nine.  She didn’t know how she would ever recreate this night again.  Maybe if she captured Green Spectre and Spectre Girl?  Or Got Gal and Got Chick?  Maybe even mix them up, like Lady Midnight and Azure Angel?  But then Flag Girl screamed another climax, and collapsed into a heap.

            <Oh no, I pushed her too far,> she thought, angry this would kill the bidding frenzy.

            “Someone toss me a strap-on,” Ms Americana called.

            A big black, ten inch strap-on dildo was produced and given to her.  Flag Girl was given a ten inch red strap-on dildo.  But Ms Americana was first, putting on the strap-on and rolling Flag Girl to all fours…Then Ms Americana moved up behind her beloved ward and sidekick, and mounted with wicked glee.

            “Wahoo!” Ms Americana cried.

            “Aaaiieee!” Flag Girl cried, suddenly coming back to life and rising up on her knees.  Ms Americana’s right hand left the blonde’s shapely hips and grabbed a handful of titty meat.  “Oh, sweet mercy, ride me!  Ride me all damn night!”

            Suddenly the bidding spiked again.  In no time the bidding passed three hundred thousand.  Ms Americana enthusiastically fucked Flag Girl through three more mind bending climaxes.  Then Flag Girl pulled herself off of the strap-on and turned on Ms Americana with a burning lust, a deep, wicked need burning in her deep blue eyes.

            “My turn, Ms A,” she said.  She put on her strap-on while Ms Americana giddily removed hers.  Then Ms Americana dropped to all fours facing away from her former sidekick.  “Hold onto your tiara, my beloved Queen of Justice, because I’m going to make you my BITCH.”

            With that, Flag Girl thrust the full ten inches of the thick, studded dildo into Ms Americana’s quivering cunt.

            “Uuuuggghhh!” Ms Americana cried, then gasped with wide, disbelieving eyes.  It was near instant climax.  “Oooo -Uuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Greeeaaattt Liiibeeeerrttyyy!”

            “IT’S A VIBRATING DILDO!” Flag Girl cried in triumph.

            Everyone laughed and cheered.  The bidding started up again, with King Pimp bidding three hundred fifty.

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”

            Flag Girl, whipping her flowing blonde tresses all around, seized Ms Americana’s magnificent black mane and jerked her personal heroine’s head back, giving the impression she really was riding Ms Americana like a horse.

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwww!”

            Purchasing syndicates started merging to keep in the competition with the richest pimps, brothel owners and madams.  Ms Americana heard the bidding.  It stunned her it was so high!  She wondered what she sold for, as Brenda Wade.  Each bid thrilled her more and more, stoking her sizzling libido beyond comprehension.  Soon it was between three bidders: King Pimp, Mistress Tabitha and Kid Rotten’s syndicate of street pimps from the north side of Sugar Town.

            “Aaaiiieee!  Oh!  YES!” Ms Americana cried out, bucking and starting to have machine gun orgasms.  “FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!”

            The bidding went over four hundred thousand like a bullet.  Every time Ms Americana screamed, it jump another ten thousands, and when she went into another FUCK ME! frenzy, they topped five hundred thousand.  Wicked Wanda was starting to believe a million wasn’t out of the question, but Ms Americana gave out one last scream -- and passed out cold.

            Moments later, “Sold, to Mistress Tabitha for five hundred and seventy thousand dollars!”

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            Six months later.

            Ms Americana walked into the Presidential Suite at the Delta City Hilton.  She looked around at all the celebrities, and other rich and powerful guests in the room.  As Brenda Wade she knew them all very well, considered many of them friends.  It was the after party of a big Black Tie charity ball.  Lord Geoffrey Abernathy was hosting.

            “Lord Geoffrey, you asked for me?” Ms Americana asked pleasantly.

            “Why yes, I did,” he said, positively beaming with pleasure.  And well he should.  “You are the REAL Ms Americana?  Right?”

            She smiled knowingly.  They always had doubts.  “Of course.  Would you like me to tear a phone book in half?  Or bend a steel bar?”

            “What?  Me?  Oh no, I believe you,” he said, picking up a thick phone book.  “But some of my guests expressed doubts.  If you wouldn’t mind too terribly much?”

            Ms Americana smiled warmly and took the phone book.  She felt the tension in the room as everyone paused to watch raptly.  She smiled wickedly and pretended to struggle.  Worry clouded Lord Geoffrey’s age-spotted face.  Then she laughed and promptly ripped it in half effortlessly.

            Every laughed at her joke and many toasted her prowess and strength.

            “Excellent,” Lord Geoffrey said.  “Once Flag Girl arrives we can get started.”

            As if the gods were listening, a knock at the door delivered Flag Girl in full costume.  Like Ms Americana it was her true costume, with one change.  Instead of the blue choker with the golden star, they wore enchanted blue dog collars with golden stars.  Strangely, no one noticed.

            “Flag Girl has arrived,” Ms Americana said, walking over to take her former sidekick and protégé by the gloved hand.  She led the perky blonde to the middle of the room while Lord Geoffrey called for everyone’s attention.  “This will be fun.”

            “I know.  I can’t wait,” Flag Girl said breathlessly.  Then whispering, “I’ll bet they jump us in less than half an hour.”

            “Really?” Ms Americana said, glancing around.  It was a more reserved group than their last party.  Of course, that was a party of rich frat boys.  “I’ll take that bet.”

            “Ten climaxes?”

            “Make it twenty,” she said.  “I’ll not take one less than my full twenty after the party, and after I win this bet.”

            “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, as promised the real Ms Americana and Flag Girl here for our pleasure,” Lord Geoffrey called out with practiced geniality.  “They will perform an erotic sex show, then move around the room to give pleasure as needed.”

            There were twenty men and twelve women.  All in their thirties or late twenties.  All rich and powerful.  Jaded and unconcerned how they got their pleasures, and always pushing the envelope.  Ms Americana and Flag Girl’s capture six months back started the newest fantasy party.  Then when Lady Midnight was captured a month later.  And Green Spectre and Spectre Girl two months after that, it had really come to life.  Ms Americana did no less than two and up to five parties a week, with about half of them with Flag Girl.  Occasionally they would pair her with another enslaved super heroine.

            “Let the contest begin,” Ms Americana whispered to Flag Girl just before they began kissing in the middle of the room.  Between kisses, “I bet another twenty climaxes that I fuck more men and women than you tonight.”

            “I’ll take that bet,” Flag Girl said with fiery eyes, slipped her hand under Ms Americana’s bottoms and thrust a finger up her cunt.  Ms Americana’s back arched and she gasped loudly.  Many of the other women, and a few of the men, gasped as well.  “To the victor go the spoils, babe.”

            And the fuck fest was on.  That night, unlike most, belonged to Flag Girl.  After a night of debauchery, where they groveled, sucked and fucked the beautiful people of Delta City, put on a dozen sex shows, and sated every sweet or depraved request with gusto, they collected their money and retired to another room.  Then they spent the next four hours, where Ms Americana gave Flag Girl the forty climax she won that night.

            “I love my life with King Pimp,” Flag Girl said, signing.  “It’s good to get fucked.”

            “Over and over again,” Ms Americana finished for her.  “I know what you mean.  Mistress Tabitha is the greatest thing that ever happened to me.  Why did we waste so many years chasing criminals?  I was such an idiot!”  She glanced at the clock and sighed wearily.  “I’m late.  My mistress has rented me out by Kid Rotten.  He likes to work Ms Americana as a common street whore.  Gets his rocks off.”

            “I know, I worked for him yesterday.”

            They laughed.  The joke was on the pimps and madams.  They LOVED their new jobs.

THE END