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MS AMERICANA: THE CONTRACT
By Dark One
Ms Americana smiled roguishly.
“Finally, after all these years I have her!” the Queen of
Justice said, smiling victoriously. “She
will know my wrath.”
Across the street, through the large front window, Ms
Americana watched the dark figure quickly and efficiently clean out the display
cases of the jewelry store. The store
had super hard shatterproof glass on all external windows, and on the display
cases. Indeed, the display cases were
reputed to be second only to steel safes.
With those display cases they weren’t supposed to have to put up their
highly valuable merchandise every night.
They were proof against most thieves, but Esha was not most thieves.
Ms Americana sneered at the sight of the notorious cat
burglar. Esha wore her usual black
leather bikini, matching mask and stiletto pumps. She also wore black leather opera gloves. Her silky, bouncy golden locks fell in
shimmering waves across her bare shoulders and halfway down her back. The sexy arch villain possessed a magnificent
body -- 5’9” tall, with a statuesque 39-24-38 figure. The shapely super heroine had captured her
once, several years earlier, and knew her secret identity was Barbara Cummings,
internationally renowned bikini model.
But the wily cat burglar had turned it around on the Queen of Justice,
with the help of the US Government, she suspected, and made it look like she
was framed by the real Esha.
Ms Americana knew better.
The sexy super heroine shifted on her stiletto booted feet
and glared at her hated foe. Esha had
chloroformed and stripped the statuesque super heroine several times in the
past, leaving her naked and trussed up for the police to find and free. She was fond of humiliating other beautiful
women, especially super heroines.
Fortunately, Esha hadn’t captured her since the super heroine unmasked
and arrested her, otherwise her secret identity would also be known.
Ms Americana licked full red lips, her heart rate ramping
up. Esha had bested her, outwitted or
outmaneuvered the Queen of Justice every single time, except their last
encounter. Truth be told, Esha tended to
win with shameful ease. Ms Americana had
to be on her toes when dealing with her.
Touching the golden tiara crowning her raven-maned head, Ms
Americana next adjusted the matching power belt cinched around her narrow waist
and resting comfortably across her well rounded hips. That belt made her a super heroine, giving
her super strength, speed and endurance, while providing other necessary
services, like stopping projectile weapons.
Her bikini costume was as legendary as the Queen of Justice herself --
red, white and blue, one half blue with white stars and the other half red and
white stripes. Her blue mask was star
spangled, and she finished out her costume with red star earrings, blue choker,
red gauntlet gloves and red stiletto calf boots.
Seeing that Esha was nearly finished cleaning out the
display cases, Ms Americana slipped back into the night shadows and circled
around to the back of the jewelry store.
Thanks to her golden power belt, the stunning super heroine could run
long and fast, even in five inch stilettos.
She arrived at the jimmied open back door before Esha emerged, with just
a touch of sweat glistening in her deep cleavage. She found a black nylon sports bag beside the
door, filled with advanced electronics and other insidious devices for breaking
through locks and security systems. The
beautiful cat burglar was always well prepared.
“Not prepared for me,” she muttered, grinning.
Hearing the soft clatter of heels on tile from inside, Ms
Americana moved to the side of the door and waited with bated breath. Tonight she would finally end Esha’s reign as
the world’s top cat burglar. Her breath
caught as Esha emerged into the dark alley from the darker interior. A second later, Ms Americana reached out and
seized Esha’s left upper arm.
“Gotcha!” the exultant Queen of Justice cried. She jerked Esha hard, staggering her
briefly. It was enough. She pounded a fist into the cat burglar’s
rock hard belly, then backhanded her brutally.
Esha cried out as she spun completely around, staggering on her feet
before the joyous baby blues of Ms Americana.
“I caught you red handed, Esha.
You are going down for real this time.”
“Red handed?” she said.
“But it is your hands that are all red.”
Ms Americana hesitated.
She glanced down at her hands. Of
course they were red. She was wearing
red gloves. But that was all Esha
needed. She lashed out with a savage
roundhouse to the side of the super heroine’s head. Ms Americana grunted and staggered back, hurt
but not down. Thanks to her power belt. But instead of running away, Esha followed
and kicked the sexy super heroine in the left tit next.
“Yyeeoow! Bitch!” Ms Americana cried, grabbing and
rubbing her tortured tit. “That hurt.”
“Good, super slut,” Esha growled. “Fool.
You know you cannot defeat me.”
“Not true. I have
your number now, Esha. I defeated you
the last time we tangled,” Ms Americana said, assuming a super heroine pose and
glaring arrogantly at the gorgeous blonde.
“This time, though, I will ensure no one comes to your rescue.”
“That’s right. You
unmasked me and told the world my secret identity,” Esha said, bright blue eyes
blazing. “You will pay dearly for that
insult, Ameri-bitch.”
Ms Americana looked the smaller woman over contemptuously. At six one, Ms Americana was a good four
inches taller, shapelier, with bigger tits and rounder hips. She was bigger and stronger. Just a fact.
And on top of that, she had a power belt to give her super strength,
speed and endurance.
How
did she ever allow THAT pathetic piece of feminine fluff to defeat her? If it wasn’t for her terrible susceptibility
to drugs, especially to knockout drugs like chloroform, Esha would never defeat
her. But she’d learned her hard lessons
well. Esha would not be allowed to get
the drop on her. Not ever again.
Esha was easing closer and closer. Ms Americana
pretended not to notice. Then the
attack came, sudden and violent. But not
unexpected. Esha tried for a swift and
brutal kick to the most sensitive spot on the statuesque super heroine -- her
clitoris. Esha was exceptionally gifted
at finding that most intimate and sensitive spot on other women when she fought
them, whether she wanted to masturbated the other woman into submission or she
wanted to kick it. She rarely
missed. The sexy cat burglar fought
dirty.
“Ha!” Ms Americana cried victoriously, catching the
anticipated kick. She held onto Esha’s
foot, forcing the beautiful blonde to hop on one foot before her. “Oh, problem, don’t you think?”
“Let go of my foot, so I can kick your fat ass,” Esha
commanded, blue eyes blazing.
“I kind of like it like this,” Ms Americana said,
chuckling. “You look so helpless and
frustrated.”
“Really?” Esha snarled, reaching for Ms Americana’s gloved
hands around her ankle. Ms Americana
forced her back a few hops when she touched her hands, to keep her off balance
and helpless. Then her eyes flashed in
fury, and she reached out and ripped off Ms Americana’s strapless costume
top. “You look NAKED.”
Sometimes girl instincts trump survival instincts. Ms Americana released Esha’s ankle with a
startled gasp, and promptly crossed her arms over her exposed chest. Instantly, the Queen of Justice realized her
mistake. But it was too late. Esha was too fast, and a second later a
brutal foot connected with her chin.
“Ugh!” she cried, falling back two steps. Esha followed up with that promised kick to
the cunt. As usual, her aim was
flawless, and the kick savagely hard. Ms
Americana’s knees slapped together, both hands dropped to cup that most abused spot
and her baby blues went wide in surprise and fear. “Yeeooowww!”
Esha seized the vivacious vixen's silky, shimmering black
hair and jerked her into a run, and ran her straight into a brick wall. Ms Americana collapsed at the base of the
wall, moaning and groaning. Esha
laughed, reached down and ripped off her mask.
“No!” Ms Americana cried, whipping her head around. Glossy black hair wrapped around her face as
she rolled to her feet and lashed out with a foot.
Esha leapt back so fast she stumbled into the wall across
the narrow alley, Ms Americana’s blue, star-spangled mask clutched greedily in
her hand. But her little victory brought
frustration as well, since it was so dark in the alley she didn’t get a look at
her foe’s face. She still didn’t know Ms
Americana’s true identity.
“Such a pretty face, Ms Ameri-twit. Why cover it up?” Esha mocked.
“You are so not funny, miscreant,” Ms Americana
growled. She glanced around, noting the
few spots where moonlight seeped down into the alley. She would have to avoid those like the
plague. Esha would go on the talk show
circuit if she had to just to crow the true identity of Ms Americana, if she
learned it. The fact she wasn’t calling
her Brenda Wade meant Esha hadn’t gotten a good look. Point to Americana. “Give me my mask, or I’ll beat you stupid
before I toss your sleazy, criminal butt in jail.”
“You don’t scare me, Americana,” Esha sneered. “I’ve defeated you five times to your
one. Odds are in my favor, sweet
tits. Remember the first time I captured
you? I played with those monster tits for
a whole hour, bring you to five orgasms.
Then I tied that wonderful vibrator between your legs and left you tied
to a chair, experiencing machine gun climaxes, for the police to find.”
Ms Americana felt her face flame up. Oh, she remembered it vividly. For that Esha would pay as well.
“I should charge you with rape for that, Esha, but I don’t
care to allow your sleazy lawyer to rip me to piece on the stand,” Ms
Americana. “Or to besmirch my good
reputation.”
“Good reputation?
Ha! So funny. You’re street rep says you are a frustrated
WHORE in denial,” Esha said, laughing maliciously. “And I agree.
I’ve PROVEN it five times already.”
Then she pointed and laughed.
“Look, even in the dark I can see your nipples getting hard and erect at
the memory of my firm, demanding hands on your eager body. I think you are here for more of that same
naughty treatment, BEGGING to be dominated and exploited. You sleazy slut.”
The legendary Queen of Justice gasped, her breath sucked
out at that most biting accusation. Her
red gloved hands reached up to cup her 44DDs and cover her vulnerable nipples. Her shock forced her to retreat two steps,
heart racing, baby blues wide and shaking her head in denial. Those vile words stung, and she didn’t
understand why.
Esha moved at the same time, charging the confused super
heroine. She smiled cruelly as she
closed in on the sexy super heroine.
She’s waited a long time to get her revenge for the insult of being
unmasked. As usual, she was dominating
and would quickly take out the arrogant goodie-two-shoe super slut. As Ms Americana reeled back, startled by her
unexpected attack, Esha kicked out and caught her red booted ankles. But Americana surprised her by reaching out
and grabbing her bikini top.
“Bitch!” Esha cried, her black leather bikini top ripped
off and damaged as the super heroine fell before her.
“Nice tits, Babs,” Ms Americana sneered.
Esha kicked at Ms Americana’s chin, but the raven-haired
beauty rolled aside and back to her feet, dangling the tattered top in one
hand. Esha kicked at that hand, and Ms
Americana again caught her foot. This
time, though, she immediately pushed the sexy cat burglar straight back,
forcing her to hop furiously, until she slammed into a brick wall. Then Ms Americana punched her in the face
once, twice….Esha ducked….and the third fist slammed into the wall.
“Yeow!” Ms Americana cried, stepping back and shaking her
hand.
Esha smashed a brutal roundhouse to Ms Americana’s head,
then swept her feet away. The hapless
heroine hit the concrete with a gasp and grunt.
Esha snapped a hard foot into her chin, then two more into her side. Ms Americana groaned miserably, trying to
roll away, but Esha was on top of it.
She pounced upon the sexy super heroine, grabbed her thick, silky black
hair with both hands and started slamming Ms Americana's head over and over
into the unyielding concrete until her baby blues rolled up into her head and
her incredible body went limp.
“Whew! Ameri-bitch
was tougher to take down this time,” Esha said, sitting back on Ms Americana’s
taut, flat belly and wiping the sweat off her masked face. Feeling the mask upon her own face, she
grinned wickedly and looked around. Ms
Americana’s mask was across the alley, next to the wall. The sexy super heroine was unmasked! She now OWNED her. “Let’s see who she really is.”
Esha crawled forward and pushed her face up to within
inches of the unconscious super heroine's unmasked, naked face. But it was just too dark to make out any real
detail. Looking around, she spotted the
closest pool of dim moonlight. Of
course, there was her van further away.
The gorgeous cat burglar was too eager to know the truth to waste time
dragging the limp body all the way over to her van, so decided on the pool of
moonlight just ten feet away.
“Ugh,” Esha groaned as she rose up to her feet above Ms
Americana. She’d taken a worse beaten
than she thought. Now that the adrenaline
was gone, she was feeling all of her aches and pains. She would have to relax the next few days…maybe
a week. Of course, she’d be busy
TRAINING her new sex slave during that time.
Nothing too physically demanding.
She laughed, reached down and grabbed Ms Americana’s wrists and started
dragging her toward the light. “Ugh, you
could stand to lose a few pounds.”
As she neared the moonlight, Esha’s butt ran into something
warm and cloth covered. Pants. A man!
“Oh!” Esha cried, standing straight and starting to turn
around. But a hard fist slammed into her
back, right over her right kidney. The
pain was incredible. A second later her
arms were pulled back and twisted up to hold her firmly. “Oh!
How dare you touch me!” Her silky
blonde hair was yanked hard, jerking her head painfully back. Blue eyes wide, she saw the dark shadowy
man’s face descend upon hers. A second
later she was trapped in a passionate lip lock.
“Mmmmmmm!
Uuuummmmggghhh!”
Esha heard other men shuffling around as another pair of
hands grabbed her naked tits with some enthusiasm. Seconds later a hot, greedy mouth clamped
down on one of her nipples as he mauled her big breasts. The rancid stench of unwashed men assaulted
her nose at that time, and she realized with distaste and horror that she’d
been captured by homeless men. Men who
hadn’t fucked in years, and were probably desperate to get their hands on a hot
young babe like her.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, desperately
struggling to escape. The man mauling
her tits stopped long enough to pull her bikini bottoms down and off. Then she was dragged to the ground and he
forced her legs wide, with the man sucking face with her never losing sweet
contact. When he mounted her, she
grunted loud and wantonly, “Uuugggghhh!”
Once the second bum was well mounted and happily humping
her, the kisser released her lips, unzipped and promptly shoved his cock down
her throat. Esha, body awash with erotic
heat and already panting and gasping, suddenly found herself sucking dick while
upside down, on her back in the alley.
Hairy, rancid smelling balls slapping her face, Esha sucked cock with
some enthusiasm. She was a lesbian, but
not fanatical about it. She enjoyed the
occasional romp with a bad boy. Of
course, she liked to be on top and in control of any session, whether with a
man or a woman.
“Great Liberty! I’m
being molested!” Ms Americana suddenly called.
“Oh, Goddess, save me…so good.”
<SLUT!> Esha thought, amused to hear her despite her
own sexually submissive situation.
Ms Americana couldn’t believe what happened. She’d been unmasked and defeated in personal
combat with Esha. Shameful! Esha probably knew her secret identity now,
and would blackmail her into submission.
On top of that, she awoke to find a stinking bum between her legs and
fucking her for all he was worth. Her
oversexed and underused body was already sweating with erotic heat. The butterflies were being burned away to
make room for that searing buildup to orgasm when she came around, so the bum
between her legs was going at her for at least several minutes before she
woke. She could hear Esha off in the shadows
also being royally reamed, which pleased her for some reason.
“He’s cumming inside me!” Ms Americana screamed a second
later, feeling the bum’s hot seed spurting deep inside her body. Her back arched and she lost it. The climax ripped through her shapely body. “Sweet Goddess! No! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! Oh, my Goddess! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeee!”
“Ooooooooooooogggggggghhhh!” Esha
cried. Hearing her hated enemy climax
was more than the sexy cat burglar could handle. “Son of a b --aaaahhh…Oh,
no, not again!….aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!”
The bums all started laughing. Ms Americana realized there were a good ten
men abusing them, or waiting their turns in the dark. To prove her point, she was flipped over to
all fours facing Esha’s dark, doubled teamed figure a few feet away. Then two men mounted the Queen of Justice
from both ends. The man mounting her
doggie-style was huge, but the man shoving his cock into her mouth was only
average. Still, to be forced to give oral
pleasure to an unwashed bum was beyond disgusting and humiliating. Worse still, her body quickly took over and
she found herself enthusiastically sucking on that nasty cock, licking, kissing
and sucking on his balls, too. It was
small consolation to hear a bum comment on how eagerly Esha was doing the same
for him.
The two women were passed around and around for the next
six hours. Every orifice of their
luscious bodies were reamed out multiple times.
The bums, to Ms Americana’s chagrin and surprise just sort of started
wandering off as they were sated. She
noticed before Esha, and when they were down to just two bums, the Queen of
Justice jumped up and started kicking butt.
She kicked Esha in the head, too, leaving the cum covered cat burglar
sprawled unconscious on the concrete.
Then she chased off the remaining bums, reclaimed her mask and
costume. In short order Ms Americana was
back in full costume.
Esha was handcuffed and then secured to the door of her
van. Ms Americana called the police on
her cell, and soon ten patrol cars raced up.
Esha was prompted turned over to them.
As she was held between two cops, Ms Americana walked up, smiled at her
smugly, and pulled off her mask. In the
bright lights from the patrol cars, everyone got a splendid view of Barbara
Cummings beautiful face.
“Ah, it would seem I was correct the first time. Esha IS Barbara Cummings,” Ms Americana said,
baby blues afire as the sexy cat burglar sputtered and spewed
ineffectually. She’d defeated Esha twice
now. “This time, I intend to ensure no
one comes to your rescue, Babs. Rot in
prison. Take her away, boys.”
“I will have my vengeance, Americana!” Esha cried as they
dragged her away. “Mark my words,
slut! I will OWN you one day. Own you!”
“Not today,” Ms Americana said, smirking.
#
# #
Esha glared balefully at the cell door three days
later. Thanks to the testimony of Ms
Americana, Flag Girl and half the other super heroines of the city, including
such notable citizens as Brenda Wade, Axanna Morgan, Tanya O’Donnel and Dana
McQueen, Esha was denied bail. She would
not be allowed out of jail pending trial.
They said she was a threat to society, and that she was a flight
risk. Hell yeah, but still.
“Brenda Wade? Axanna
Morgan?” she muttered. Okay, she did rob
both of those women. And she did tied
them up and sexually molest them…but, both women actually really enjoyed
everything she did to them. They denied
it, but she knew when one of her victims was having a good time and when they
weren’t. Those two stuck up society
whores were as big of closet harlots as most super heroines. “It’s all Ms Americana’s fault. I know she spoke to them and encouraged them
to testify against me. She bragged about
it to me outside the courtroom. Bitch.”
“Excuse me? You have
a problem with me?” a pretty Latino woman said.
She was about Esha’s height and body type, big breasts, small waist and
flaring hips. But she had long dark
brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and lovely brown eyes. She showed little concern with her
incarceration, too.
“Not you. The bitch
that put me in here. Ms Americana,” Esha
said.
“Oh, HER,” the woman said, face screwed up in anger. “I despise that woman. She broke my nose once, back in my streetwalking
days. One of these days I will get her.”
“Why are you waiting?” Esha said, not really expecting an
answer. “No time like the present.”
She shrugged. “No
profit in it. Unless you want to hire me
to take her down.”
Esha was suddenly alert.
Could that woman really take down Ms Americana? She seemed confident she could.
“You really think you could take out the Queen of Justice?”
“Sure. No problem.”
“And yet you haven’t tried, have you?”
She shrugged. “I
only do what I do when I’m well paid,” she said. “I was well paid to take out Ms Confederate
and Southern Girl two months ago. I got
Puritan by sheer luck and threw her in as a bonus.” She smiled wickedly. “Three months before that I captured Power
Lass and Champion Girl for a client.”
“You’re responsible all of their disappearances? Wow! I
am in awe of you,” Esha said, blue eyes bright.
"I am Esha, and you are…?"
“It’s a job,” she said.
“I have many names, none of them my real name.” She smiled at Esha. “But I’m called Savant by most of my clients.”
“What if I wanted to hire you, Savant?” Esha said, licking
full red lips. “What would I get, and
how much?”
“It depended on what you wanted. If you simply wanted me to assassinate her –
one hundred thousand for a super heroine,” Savant said. “It you want her to suffer, it’ll be more.”
“Suffer?”
“Sure. Anything you
want. Torture. Public humiliation. Destroy their secret identities very
publicly. Reduce them to pathetic
wretches, then kill or capture them,” she said, shrugging. “Whatever you want.”
Esha’s shapely body began to tingle and she felt wet warmth
between her legs. She was dressed in a
bright orange jumpsuit and flip-flops.
To be forced to dress so atrociously was paramount to torture. Ms Americana had to suffer even worse.
“I think I can afford to pay whatever you charge,
Savant. I’m very wealthy,” she said,
smiling and bright blue eyes flashing.
“I want you to publicly and privately vivisect Ms Americana and her
alter ego. Then I wanted her broken and
delivered to me to serve as my personal slave and cunt candy.”
In less than ten minutes they worked out the details and
the price. Esha wrangled a phone call
from the jailor, by giving a very long blowjob.
She had the requested funds transferred to Savant’s numbered
account. Two hours later Savant was
released on bail. Esha watched the
beautiful Latina depart with growing excitement, starting to rub her thighs
together in her arousal. The jailors
noticed, leering hungrily at her. Then
she got up, gave the horny guards a sultry look, then headed over to the other
women. One of them had to be a
lesbian.
#
# #
The Queen of Justice pursed full red lips as she studied
the street below. She was in a warehouse
district between the city's largest university and Sugar Town. No one was to be seen anywhere. No unusual sounds, either. Where were the smugglers her best informant
told her about? Erica Sambino smuggling
the sex drug Climax out of the country was just the thing she needed to bring
the city’s Boss of Bosses down, for once and all time.
A late model panel truck slowly came down the street. The sexy super heroine stood atop a nearby
warehouse, striking a daring super heroine pose as she watched it approach slow
and cautiously. To her great pleasure it
stopped in front of the warehouse she stood atop. Moments later a long, black limo started down
from the opposite direction. It was
followed by another panel truck.
“Ah, Erica,” Ms Americana said, her pleasure rising. Her heart raced as she considered the
possibilities. She’d had an incredible
streak of luck since she captured Esha two weeks back. King Pimp was in jail. Kid Rotten and Mistress Tabitha, too. Sugar Town was rocked to it’s foundation by
those arrests. Plus, she and Got Gal,
with their sidekicks, captured a notorious heroin smuggler a week back, along
with fifty million is heroin. And now
she was about to shutdown all Climax production and shipments with the capture
and arrest of Erica Sambino herself.
“This is going to be a month for the history books.”
The sexy patriotically clad super heroine watched with rapt
pleasure as the two groups got out of their vehicles and met in the bright
glare of the headlights. Erica did not
get out of her limo, though. But when
the doors opened and her agent got out, Ms Americana spotted the long legs of a
woman in a mini skirt through the tinted windows. From her angle and the windows tint, it was
impossible to prove it was Erica. So she
would have to make sure she caught the beautiful boss of bosses.
Ms Americana felt lucky.
A suitcase was pulled from the Sambino panel truck and
brought forward, then opened. They
opened it up and one of the men squatted to check it out. That was all the sexy super heroine needed to
see. She turned and moved a small ways
back, then took off running full tilt.
She launched herself off that roof, legs together, arms wide like wings,
and back arched. She gave every
indication she was doing a nose-dive into the pavement, when she suddenly
shifted and ducked. The back of Ms
Americana’s hands hit first, she curled them under and her whole body just
“rolled” over and launched her into the air again. Her power belt allowed her to absorb the hard
contact with the ground without pain or penalty.
“The gig is up, miscreants!” Ms Americana cried, landing in
the middle of them. Fists and feet
lashed out all about as the Queen of Justice started beating the vile smugglers
to a pulp. One of them pulled an Uzi,
and pulled the trigger point blank. She
grinned at him, as he gawked at her. Her
power belt protected her from the bullets.
“Idiots. You cannot stop Ms
Americana with bullets!”
“No, drugs work better,” a female voice said.
Ms Americana whirled around to find herself facing a pretty
Hispanic woman in back latex mini dress with a plunging neckline and no
back. Very tight and sexy. She promptly lifted an aerosol can and
sprayed it into Ms Americana’s face.
“Eeagghh!” Ms Americana cried,
staggering back. Then a monster climax
RIPPED through her shapely body. “Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She dropped to her knees, legs too weak to
support her as she felt her suddenly overheated and utterly aroused body, baby
blues wide in shock. “Great
Liberty! I’ve been dosed with CLIMAX!”
Ms Americana knelt in the middle of all those men, afraid
to move because every movement was unadulterated erotic pleasure. Her heart was thundering in her ears, and her
blood pressure was high. She took a deep
breath, to steady herself, and the feel of her 44DDs rising within that satin
stop was amazing.
“Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty,” she cried. Without thought, her hands rose up and
squeezed her 44DDs together. Hard. She squeezed her breasts through her top a
long moment, moaning and groaning, eyes closed and full red lips slightly
parted. Her head rolled back, back
arched and her left hand dropped between her legs. "Ooooooggghhhh,
Great Liberty, so horny…oooohhh, I need…I need….I
need."
One of the thugs stepped up before her and unzipped. She didn't hear him approach, but her baby
blues popped open at the sound of the zipper.
Her mouth began to water and it became even harder to breathe.
"This is…so wrong," Ms Americana said, eyes
locking on the man's exposed cock. As it
grew hard before her eyes, her desire and need grew as well. Ms Americana rose up on her knees, took the
cock in hand, and licked it hard. "Mmmmuugggh, delicious."
Cameras flashed and she saw a man with a video camera, then
another. Ms Americana didn't care. She was cock starved. Hungry beyond belief, and she wasn't giving
up her cock. The sexy super heroine
licked that cock from head to balls, sucked and licked the balls, then licked
her way back to the head. Then she
gobbled it down, and started sucking in earnest. The thug groaned as her head started bobbing
up and down his hard shaft.
"I love Climax," Savant said, grinning as she
watched her pretty prey performing better than they anticipated. They were getting some damn good porn footage
of Ms Americana having sex. One of the
other men went up behind the sexy super heroine, dropped to his knees and
removed the strapless top, releasing her titanic tits at last. He ripped off her bottoms in his eagerness,
rendering them useless. So Savant picked
them up to send to Esha in jail, to show her it was all going according to
plan.
"Uummmggghhh," Ms
Americana groaned, regaining Savant's attention. The thug had shoved his cock up her ass. The shapely super heroine was groaning and
grimacing as she sucked cock, indicating some pain, but at the same time she
was grinding her butt against her rear-end assailant. "Uuuuummmmmmm-uuggghhh."
The henchman reached around and starting squeezing
Americana's huge tits. The Queen of
Justice groaned and moaned, writhing in pure pleasure. And then, she obviously lost it.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"
The man fucking her face suddenly gasped and thrust deep
into her mouth. Ms Americana redoubled
her sucking, and he exploded inside her, ballooning her cheeks. Her throat worked hard, sucking it all down
greedily. He was replaced by another
man.
They spent two hours recording the Great and Mighty Ms
Americana getting joyfully fucked in every orifice of her gorgeous body. Once all of the men were sated, and Savant
had all the video they needed, those wicked men and woman piled back into their
trucks and limo, and left. They left the
Queen of Justice writhing, moaning and groaning on the ground, slathered in sticky
cum.
Staggering to her feet, Ms Americana looked around for her
clothes. Both her top and bottom were
missing. She saw the pretty Latina take
the bottoms, but didn't know who claimed her top as a battle trophy.
"No bother," she groaned, rubbing her aching
pussy. It ached from overused and abuse,
and from need for more. She staggered
away, heading for her car. She had extra
costumes in the trunk. "Oh,
Goddess, what did I do?"
The problem was she was still horny as hell. The men that dosed her with Climax got all
that they wanted, but she was still wanting.
Without men around, or constant stimulation, Ms Americana could start to
think rationally. She had to get home, where
it was safe and she could wait for the drug to finally leave her body.
"Hey, look there!
A drunk hooker," a male voice called.
Ms Americana turned and staggered a few steps
sideways. She blinked and squinted at
the approaching young men. College
age. They were coming from the direction
of the nearby college. She didn't even
realize her hands were caressing and massaging her own tits as they watched
with growing hunger.
"What do you want?" Ms Americana said, looking
back and forth as the young men surrounded her.
"God, she's one skanky whore," one of them said.
"Ha! She's
trying to look like a super heroine."
"Yeah, if Ms Americana catches her, she's toast,"
another said, laughing. "But I like
her version of Ms Americana's clothes!"
"I agree! Much
better."
"Maybe she should call herself, Ms Naked
Americana."
"Or Ms Naked Justice."
They all laughed as they reached out and cupped her 44DDs,
pinched her ass and tits and otherwise acted like chauvinistic pigs. Normally, Ms Americana would have been
outraged and gone off on them very violently.
But at the time, all Climaxed up, she thought it felt great.
"How much for all of us?" one of the young men
said.
"What?" she said, stumbling and barely keeping
her feet.
"How much to fuck us all?" he said. "Five dollars each?"
"Five dollars?" she repeated, confused and getting
horny at the mention of fucking.
"You want to fuck me?"
"Yes. Five
dollars."
"Oooh, okay," Ms
Americana said, grinning stupidly.
"Fuck me."
One of the college boys stepped up behind her, stuffed a
five under her power belt and unzipped.
A second later, she relaxed her sphincter as he pushed in deep. She groaned and fondled her own boobs. Then another young man stuffed five under her
power belt and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to bend over, knees locked
straight, and she immediately began sucking on his cock.
"Mmmmmm," Ms Americana
groaned, sucking that cock all the way in on the first stroke. Everything felt right with the world again as
the two college boys began to fuck her hard.
Soon, the only sounds were the slapping of flesh on flesh and her loud
slurps as she sucked cock with relish.
Being young, and her incredibly enthusiastic, the two young men quickly
lost their wads inside her eager body.
The feel of their cocks spewing inside her pushed the oversexed and
Climax dosed super heroine over the top as well. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeee!"
Two more college boys stepped up, each stuffing a five
under her golden power belt. The one in
front paused long enough to fondle her titanic tits. While he played with her tits, sending wave after
erotic wave of pure sexual pleasure through the loopy Queen of Justice, his
compadre moved up behind her and impaled her butt upon his cock.
"Ooooooo, yes," Ms
Americana sighed. "Fuck me hard,
boys. Harder and harder."
After a minute or so of that, the man behind her reached
around and grabbed her monster tits. He
pulled her back, so that her feet came off the ground. The man in front grabbed her shapely thighs,
spread her knees wide and immediately thrust his cock deep into her pussy.
"Uuuuggghhhh," she
groaned wantonly. "So good."
Neither Ms Americana nor the college boys realized
cameramen were atop nearby buildings video taping everything with powerful zoom
lenses and powerful microphones. They
got a perfect view of her firm, globular white tits bouncing and jiggling as her
luscious body was bounced up and down upon those two cocks, front and back. They got incredible shots of her beautiful
masked face glowing with wanton delight as the college boys took turns fucking
her willing body.
Savant smiled.
"This is working out better and better. Ms Americana accepted payment for sex. Five dollars a man, too. What a CHEAP slut she turned out to be."
#
# #
Sneering contemptuously, Ms Americana strode down the
hooker infested street deep in the heart of Sugar Town. In the week since her most humiliating
defeat, where she was fucked stupid and ended up turning tricks for the rest of
the night, she'd been spending every night in Sugar Town chasing off hookers
and beating up pimps.
After the college boys finished with her, she forgot about
her car and going home. She headed into
Sugar Town and ran into some bums. They
had their way with her, and they unmasked her, too. Fortunately, none of those five men recognized
her. Afterwards, they stripped her down
to boots and earrings. She completely
lost her power belt, and had no idea where it was. Probably tossed in a dumpster. Fortunately, she had spares.
Anyway, the bums sold her to a small time pimp for a case
of beer. The pimp made her whore the
rest of the night. He took her home
"after work," where the pimp and his friends passed her around for a
few hours before bedding down. She
escaped by waking up before the pimp early the next morning, and slipping
away. Naked. A phone call home before she left his
apartment got Lydia there in less than an hour.
"The hookers aren't nearly as afraid of us as they
should be, Ms A," Flag Girl said, not pleased at all. Her lovely blue eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled. "We're going to have to stop being nice
to them, and start kicking their butts, too."
"Yes. Even the
pimps are getting braver," Ms Americana said, eyeing an especially vile
pimp up ahead. Kid Rotten was the
district's top street pimp. He was tall
and blonde and arrogant in the extreme.
And worse, he was OUT OF JAIL.
"How did he get out so fast?"
"Holy Injustice!
They let Kid Rotten out on bail?" Flag Girl said, shocked. "Even after your testimony? That just isn't right."
"And he went straight back to exploiting women,
too. Filthy pimp," Ms Americana
snarled. "Maybe catching him
pimping while on bail will be enough to convince the judge to deny
bail." She smiled wickedly. "Let's go get him."
They strode off purposely, straight at the pimp surrounded
by his girls. Kid didn't look too
concerned, but wariness started to creep into his eyes. His hookers, though, took on belligerent
postures and looks. They looked pissed
and defiant. But the two sexy super
heroines were not concerned with those inferior women, since a mere man had
cowed them all and forced them to sell their shapely bodies for his profit.
"Kid, you are going down!" Ms Americana called as
she approached. "You should never
have come back here, perv."
"Leave Kid alone!" Baby Blue called. She was an older hooker, in her late
twenties, and dressed in all blue (blue latex mini dress and thigh boots) with
electric blue hair. "He's not
hurting anyone, Ms Ameri-jugs."
Ms Americana's baby blues flashed. Ameri-jugs?
Suddenly, her wrath was focused on that hooker. Kid wasn't the only one going to jail that
night, or the only one getting his ass beaten.
"You're going down too, Blue," Ms Americana
snarled.
Instead of running away in fear, the tall, shapely hooker
balled her dainty fists and marched out to meet the sexy super heroines. Indeed, she was joined by ALL of Kid's
hookers, all angry and defiant and not backing down. The two super heroines had dealt with mobs of
hookers before, and were confident they would prevail easily.
Seconds later, Ms Americana and Baby Blue met. Flag Girl rushed past, deep into the midst of
the unhappy hookers. The Queen of
Justice grinned as she backhanded Baby Blue, causing the hooker's knees to
buckle. The blue clad and maned beauty
dropped to her knees with a yelp of pain and surprise. Before Ms Americana could finish off the
hooker, though, her coworkers surged around her.
Delicate feminine hands grabbed at her hair, arms and
breasts. Tiny, dainty fists beat at her
back. None of it meant anything to the
statuesque super heroine, not with her power belt resting atop her well rounded
hips. She grabbed two of the girls by
their hair, and slammed their heads together.
The two hookers collapsed atop Baby Blue, and she started kicking hookers
with her powerful legs.
"Having fun yet, Flag Girl?" Ms Americana said,
kicking another hooker into the nearby wall.
She collapsed atop the other three already laying unconscious there. Between her and her pretty protégé, they had
taken out ten of the twenty hookers in less than a minute. It was going well. "I know I am."
"Having a blast, Ms A!" Flag Girl called
joyously. She really loved to
fight. "We'll be through them in
another minute, and then we can take turns pounding Kid."
A car slowed beside them.
Ms Americana ignored it. Rubber-neckers! Probably
men getting horny by watching girl-on-girl fighting. Catfight royale. Let them watch, they would spread the word to
fear the super heroine duo.
Poof! Sssssssssssssssss!
"What?" Ms Americana said, looking around as a
thick cloud of purple smoke blossomed in the middle of the fight, over near
Flag Girl's feet. Her first thought was
that Lady Midnight had arrived.
"Who did that?"
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"
Flag Girl cried, lost from sight within that growing cloud of purple.
"Flag Girl!" Ms Americana cried, forgetting her
battle and rushing into the cloud to save her sexy sidekick. Just before she entered that thick cloud of
smoke, she heard numerous feminine voices cry out in ecstasy. Then she was engulfed, and realized her
mistake. "Climax!" she cried,
smelling the distinct, powerful aroma of roses too late. The Climax was thick in the smoke, and powerful. She climaxed immediately. "Aaah…aahhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Flag Girl climaxed again, and again, and so did the sexy
super heroine as she dropped to her knees on the sidewalk. All around she heard the hookers falling to
their knees and climaxing over and over.
She even heard Kid and other men cry out as they came in their pants. Ms Americana couldn't stop her own hands from
starting to feel and fondle her own magnificent body, pushing her over the top
again.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The smoke drifted away on the wind within minutes, causing
sexual havoc all down the street. Ms
Americana found herself facing Flag Girl on the sidewalk, just a couple feet
away. Flag Girl's eyes were closed, her
head back as she masturbated vigorously, sending herself into orgasm after
orgasm. Her erect nipples pushed at the
satin of her top, obvious and enticing.
Her full red lips were slightly parted and quivering, begging to be
kissed and enjoyed.
Without thought, Ms Americana crawled over and seized her
pretty protégé's beautiful, masked face.
Her beautiful, bouncy, silky pigtails framed her face perfectly, and
still those trembling red lips called to the Queen of Justice's most base
heart. They locked eyes, then Ms
Americana pressed her sweet red lips into Flag Girl's.
'Mmmmm," they groaned
wantonly as one.
Within seconds Flag Girl had Ms Americana's top off, and Ms
Americana had the sidekick's top pushed up and over her perky 36Cs. They sucked face for five minutes, when Flag
Girl broke contact, and sucked in one of her mentor's rock hard nipples.
"Oooh, yes!" Ms
Americana cried, and climaxed again.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieee! Don't stop, please don't stop."
As Flag Girl reached down and pushed her hand under Ms
Americana's costume bottoms, to go at her sopping wet pussy, the Queen of
Justice noticed all of the hookers had paired off as well. Some were with male bystanders, but mostly it
was girl-on-girl.
<Great Liberty, we're in a lesbian orgy in the middle of
the street,> she thought, but lost that train of thought as another climax
claimed her. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeee!"
Suddenly wanting a taste of Flag Girl's twat, Ms Americana
maneuvered her sexy sidekick around. Ms
Americana laid on her back, and Flag Girl crawled atop her -- 69 achieved as
they both pressed their hungry lips to the other's quivering pussy. The statuesque super heroine spread Flag
Girl's bubblegum pink nether lips, all glistening with sex juices, with her
thumbs. She licked those wet lips clean
for a few minutes, then plunged her tongue into that hot slit, eagerly lapping
up her flowing love juices.
Flag Girl did the same to her mentor, and they were quickly
turned into moaning and groaning, wantonly wicked sex machines, eagerly eating
each other out. After about fifteen
minutes of licking pussy and sucking on clit, a man knelt over Ms Americana,
straddling her head. He promptly shoved
his cock up Flag Girl's ready ass, his stinky balls bouncing on Ms Americana's
face. So she alternated between eating
pussy and licking and sucking on balls.
That went on another ten minutes, until he came. When he pulled out, a flood of hot, sticky
cum flowed into her face and mouth. Ms
Americana eagerly lapped it up, then sucked greedily when he shoved his cock
into her mouth. She sucked him clean so
hard and eagerly, he came again in her mouth.
A pair of big, fat black men pulled Flag Girl off, and forced
the sidekick to bend over at the waist, while one pushed up her pussy from
behind and the other made her suck his cock.
She accepted that eagerly, and Ms Americana looked at the scene with
lust and envy. Fortunately, Kid walked
up, forced her legs wide and knelt between them.
"I'm really going to enjoy this," he said, eyes
filled with dark lust.
Ms Americana took his huge cock in hand, guided it to her
pussy as she lifted her hips off the ground to accept him more easily. She locked eyes with the once hated pimp,
smiled as she licked cum off her lips and groaned as she pushed deep inside her
body.
"So am I. Oooooooh, soooo good," she
said. "Great Liberty, you're big,
Kid."
"The better to tame you with," he said.
"Ha!" she said, back arching. "I'm already tamed."
He rose up on his knees, pulling her up with him. Impaled on his cock, she started bucking and
gyrating her hips, to maximize her pleasure.
Her Climax-dosed, sexually super charged body was soon having climax
after climax. Kid, also dosed but not
nearly as lost in it as her, savored his victory over his enemy, savored cementing
his claim to her body and soul as he pounded her stupid with his bitch taming
cock.
Finally, after he emptied his cock into her body, and she
collapsed in exhaustion on the sidewalk before him, Kid leaned over her and
grinned wickedly. Then he reached down
and pulled off her mask.
"Brenda," he whispered in awe, then pushed the
mask back down.
"Oh no," she gasped, suddenly frozen and
frightened. "You recognized
me?"
"Oh yeah, Miss Wade," he said quietly. "Shall I tell the world? Or will you be nice and cooperative?"
She gawked up at him a long moment. "Do I have a choice?"
"No."
Her throat tightened.
"W-what are you…you going to do?"
"I'm going to put your fat tits to work for me,"
he said. "Any problem with
that?"
She looked at Flag Girl, five feet away and sucking face
with Baby Blue and getting her ass reamed by a big Hispanic man. She would also be under Kid's power now. The impossible had happened, the Queen of
Justice and her sexy sidekick had fallen victim to a mere pimp.
"I-I don't have a choice," she said
miserably. "You have me over a barrel."
"Good," he said.
"You'll do what I tell you, or else."
She nodded. Truth
was, even though realization and fear had won out over the drug, it was proving
a short lived victory. Her mind was
beginning to drift, to think about sex.
As a hooker she would get LOTS of sexy sex. That thought pushed her over the top again.
"Uuuuuuugggggghhhh, Great
Liberty, I've been tamed by Climax and Kid," she groaned. Misery and arousal warred in her shapely,
overheated body. And she came again,
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeee!"
Kid managed to get his libido under control long enough to
get Ms Americana and Flag Girl into the back seat of his pink caddy. Then he drove away, across Delta City to
another red light district. It was
called Lower Saxony, because it was deep in a depressed area, in a flood plain
and the main street was Saxony Avenue.
Lower Saxony was the place the really poor went to buy pussy from crack
whores and hookers in the twilight of their illicit careers. Kid ran a couple dozen crack whores down
there, kept in line by a junior pimp in his employ.
The super heroine duo had no idea where they were going,
either. In fact, they quickly forgot
their predicament and Kid. Once alone in
the back seat together, they locked eyes and went to town on each other. It was pure torture for poor Kid up front
driving, his newest whores lesbian fucking like sex crazed minx in the back
seat, gasping and groaning, moaning and panting, and softly begging for more,
more, more!
Ms Americana found herself yanked out of the back seat
suddenly. Seeing Kid, she remembered her
problem. His victory over her. She stood straight, topless and her bottoms askew,
and spotted the hardest eyed men and women she'd ever seen. They were truly amid the dregs of
society. Then she glanced at the corner,
at the street sign.
"You brought us to Lower Saxony!" she cried,
incredulous. "We can't sell our
bodies here. They'll eat us alive!"
"Oh, yes they will," Flag Girl said with a sultry
voice. She was eyeing a big, burly black
man as he walked up. "Hey big boy,
looking for a good time?"
He ignored her, looking at Kid instead. "These the real thing?"
"Yep," Kid said, chest puffing out. "I cock tamed them. They belong to me, now."
He looked them over with hard, fierce eyes. Then he sniffed and grinned. "Yeah, with the help of Climax."
Kid shrugged.
"You have a problem with that, Big John?"
Ms Americana's eyes went wide. She'd never met Big John, but knew of
him. He was the founder and president of
a very vicious street gang that all but owned Lower Saxony -- the Savages.
"Genius," Big John said. "I'm surprised someone didn't think of
that before."
"Do you want me, or not?" Flag Girl said,
glancing at the other men approaching.
She bit her lip, seeing that she would be very busy. And liking it. "Otherwise….."
"Pick me," Ms Americana said. She thrust out her 44DDs, pressing them
against the big gang banger. Then she
grabbed his cock through his pants, and squeezed. "I'll give you the ride of your life,
Big John."
So Big John chose the Queen of Justice. He handed her twenty dollars, which is what
the top girls in Lower Saxony made for a trick.
The average girl charged five. He
took the sexy super vixen by the hand and almost dragged her into an alley,
where some of his gang banger cohorts watched with a glint in their dark eyes
as she was prompted forced to her knees to suck him off.
Ms Americana sucked that ten inch cock until he creamed her
mouth, then pushed her to her back and fucked her into la-la land. After him, the members of the Savages all
took their turns, but they only gave her five each. Ms Americana barely cared if she was paid or
not. She was in sexual heaven.
Ms Americana and Flag Girl enjoyed their life of debauchery
well into the night. But the next day,
the Climax had worn off. Reality set in,
and they had to obey Kid stone sober.
And obey they did. There was no
other choice. After waking up, per Kid's
directions, "Brenda and Lydia" officially left on a suddenly,
protracted vacation. So no one would
miss them, leaving all that time open for Ms Americana and Flag Girl to turn
tricks in Lower Saxony.
The first week was the hardest. Their luscious bodies adapted right
away. They really were capable of
tremendous amounts of sexual abuse without problem. It was the utter humiliation of being CHEAP
whores, and servicing the worst sort of men, that hurt the most.
Their power belts relied upon their abstinence from
sex. The belts were fueled by their
enormous amounts of sexual frustration and need. Working as cheap whores ensured they were
climaxed dozens of times on a daily basis.
They had no super strength or endurance.
They remained Kid's property, and his playthings.
After two weeks, they walked the streets of Lower Saxony by
day, and worked high paying call girl gigs by night. Some of the richest, most respected men in
Delta City were hiring their erotic services -- either as a team or
individually -- or to put on rousing sex shows for parties.
That lasted another month, until Kid had the idea of
forcing Brenda Wade to ruin her reputation by holding an orgy. That night Brenda and Lydia officially
returned home. The next day the
invitations went out to all of Brenda's friends, both male and female, in her
precise, feminine handwriting, to attend her first any "Bang Cock
Orgy" at Wade Manor. Word was
"leaked" that she and Lydia spent their vacation in Bangkok, and
developed a taste for kinky sex while there, and that they were ready to have
their friends come over and "Bang Cock" into their shapely bodies.
Over a thousand men and women showed up. Okay, three hundred fifty were male invited
guest, with a surprising fifty-two of the women accepting. The rest were hookers and other sex industry
professionals who were eager to participate in and watch the descent into
debauchery of Delta City's most respected goodie-two-shoe. Since there were almost three women to every
man, it was a rousing success.
Both Brenda and Lydia were fucked stupid, flipped over and
fucked stupid seven more times that night.
They put on sex shows with friends and business rivals, male and female,
and each other, and with sex show professionals. Brenda sucked so much cock she had to go to
the bathroom at least once an hour to purge her stomach.
But afterwards, once everyone had either left or passed out
in some corner, Kid took Brenda and Lydia upstairs to Brenda's master
bedroom. There he fucked them both on
Brenda's huge bed. They fucked until
they passed out.
"Oh, my aching body," Brenda groaned, sliding out
of bed in the wee hours. She glanced
back up on the bed. Kid was awake. Barely.
He smiled, grabbed Lydia's silky blonde hair and made her start to give
him head. "You've ruined me as Ms
Americana and as Brenda Wade. What more
do you want?"
"I'm thinking…oh, yes, keep it up Lydia," he
said, then turned back to Brenda.
"I want you to sign over your fortune. I'm going to make Wade Manor a high class
cathouse, with you and Lydia the main draw.
We'll call your lawyers to write up the paperwork later this
morning. After you have your breakfast
cock."
"Wonderful," Brenda muttered and headed for the
bathroom. The secret door into her
secret Americana dressing room was inside the closet, next to the bathroom. Kid was distracted, so she veered into the
closet. Minutes later, she was in her
secret room and standing before the open refrigerator in nothing but red
stiletto heels. She pulled out a small
bottle of a clear drug, and a syringe.
"The gig is up, Kid."
Returning to the bed, the syringe hidden behind her back,
Brenda slipped up beside him while Lydia continued her intense head. The sexy blonde didn't like sucking Kid off
every morning, first thing. But she was
good at it. Better than Brenda, if truth
were told. That fact strangely annoyed
Brenda.
"Oh, yes," Kid cried, clutching desperately at
Lydia silky locks.
"This is better," Brenda snarled, stabbing the
syringe into the street pimp's body. She
injected him with the serum, which acted almost immediately. He tensed up, then went completely limp. "It is over Kid. You will forget all about pimping Ms
Americana and Flag Girl off, of having sex with Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Brenda
Wade and Lydia Wills. By the time I'm
through with you, the last six weeks won't even be a memory, and we'll be out
from under your thumb."
"Thank the Goddess," Lydia said, sitting back and
breathing a sigh of relief. "I was
afraid he would find the secret room and take away the memory drugs. We'd be doomed forever then."
"I know. But we
got him, and life will go back to normal shortly," Brenda said. She frowned.
"It'll take years and a lot of work to repair our sterling
reputations."
#
# #
"Ms Wade, a Maria Alcala here to see you,"
Brenda's secretary said through the intercom.
"She's with CNN, and wants to interview you on film."
Brenda smiled. The
last week had been more successful than she anticipated. While everyone seemed to LOVE the fact she
had an orgy, that she was a bad girl deep down, they also seemed eager to
accept her explanation. A true tale of
woe and betrayal. They were eating that
elaborate lie up with gusto.
"Send them in, Nancy," she said.
She rose up and walked out from behind her desk, to meet
her guests halfway. The reporter was a beautiful
Hispanic woman, with long dark brown hair and sharp eyes. She wouldn't be easy to fool. There were three men with her, a camera man
and two assistants. All three men were
tall and muscular, and really kinda dangerous looking.
"So pleased to meet you, Ms Alcala," Brenda said,
shaking her hand firmly.
"And you, Ms Wade," Maria said. "Please, call me Maria."
"Only if you call me Brenda."
"Deal," Maria said, looking her over. Brenda fought the urge to strike a super
heroine stance. She never dressed sexual
as Brenda, but she'd even toned it down more since her debacle. Brenda wore a starched white blouse, high
collar, with a red jacket over that to try and hide her titanic tits. Her skirt was woolen, black and dropped to
below her knees, while black hose sheathed her shapely legs, ending shiny black
high heeled pumps. "You look
perfect."
"Thank you, though my appearance is not an
issue," Brenda said.
"Of course it is," Maria said, an evil glint in
her dark eyes now. Brenda sucked in her breath. This wasn't an interview. She knew bad things were about to
happen. Then Maria pulled a DVD out of
her pocket and walked over to Brenda's office TV. She put the DVD in the player and turned it
on. "Let's uneven the playing field
first."
Video of Ms Americana being banged that night in the
warehouse district, after being dosed with Climax. Then it changed to video of her accepting
money from the college boys, followed by a night of turning tricks without
coercion. That was followed by her Climax-dosed
capture by Kid, and more video of her and Flag Girl being pimped off in Lower
Saxony. Then the kicker, a clear as day
shot of her with Kid, on the hood of his car in an alley, while he removed her
mask and she fucked him. THEY KNEW FOR A
FACT WHO SHE WAS!
"You're going to blackmail me," she whispered,
heart hammering and frozen in place.
"Yes, Brenda 'Ms Americana' Wade, we are going to
blackmail you," Maria said.
"How much?" Brenda asked bitterly. She raised her chin, trying to be brave and
not act defeated and pathetic.
"Give me twenty-four hours, and I'll have your blackmail
money."
Twenty-four hours was more time than she needed. Later, Ms Americana and Flag Girl would hunt
them down, and use their memory drug to erase their memory of their secret
identities. By the next morning the
blackmailers would be clueless, and probably in the hospital from the ass
beating she planned for them.
"We'll talk about that later," Maria said. The lovely Latina really wanted to tell her
she was Savant, and hired to bring her down.
But that would have to wait. She
didn't want Brenda to bolt and go into hiding.
"First, we want to give you a lesson in humility, an object lesson
in power."
Brenda's baby blues widened. That didn't sound good.
"I…I don't understand."
"I know.
Bimbo," Savant said.
The men set up the camera, aimed at Brenda's desk. That looked like they still wanted to do the
interview. She found it very confusing.
"I have a text message on my phone," Savant
said. "Addressed to a dozen
men. All I have to do is push SEND, and
those men will get the message to give the large envelope containing ALL of the
video we shot, including your unmasking.
They will delivery them to people like King Pimp and Erica Sambino, and
other mobsters, pimps and drug lords.
Anyone with a grudge against you or Ms Americana, or both."
"I'll be dead by lunch," Brenda murmured.
"And so would Lydia/Flag Girl," Savant said,
grinning victoriously. "Unless you
do exactly as told. Exactly."
Brenda grimaced and nodded.
"What do you want from me?"
"We are going to make a porno, starring Brenda Wade
and Lydia Wills," Savant said.
"Then, tomorrow, Ms Americana and Flag Girl are going to star in
another, called Super Lesbian Lick Down."
"Oh, my," Brenda whispered, rubbing her thighs
together under the skirt as her twat started to ache and go all hot and wet. "You're going to finish us off. Destroy us completely. Why should we cooperate in our further
debauching and ultimate destruction?"
"Actually," Savant said smoothly, prepared for
that argument. "We only want to
destroy and put out of commission Ms Americana and Flag Girl. The Brenda and Lydia porno is to keep you in
your place. It won't be released. We want you to regain your status, power and
prestige, so you can keep paying up lots of blackmail money for years to come."
Brenda nodded. She'd
have to accept the defeat and vanquishing of Ms Americana. It was bound to come about one day, but she'd
hoped to retire with honor. So few super
heroines do, so it would've made that accomplishment all the sweeter.
Brenda was handed a script she had to memorize. There weren't a lot of lines. Basically, a short exchange and then get down
and dirty on camera. Soon, she was
seated behind her computer, tapping as she stared at the monitor through her
glasses, black hair piled high with a couple artistically arranged wisps
falling about her beautiful face as she pretended to be harried and frustrated.
"Ugh!" she cried, and pounded the keyboard. "So frustrating." She reached up and tugged, and then whipped
her head around. Her freed black tresses
tumbled down and then were whipped about.
"It's not easy being me.
Brenda Wade is always so prim and proper. How am I expected to keep that up, AND have
any fun in life?"
There is a knock.
She looked up, annoyed. She
crinkled her nose and narrowed her baby blues.
"Who is it? I'm
busy," she called.
"Contractors," came the muffled response.
She sighed gustily.
"Come in."
The camera panned around the office until it picked up two
blue jean and t-shirted men walking towards the beautiful businesswoman. Then another camera zoomed in close to catch
the hunger in Brenda's face and eyes, watched her lick full glossy pink lips. She moaned wantonly as her baby blues ran up
and down the two men.
Her voice dropped an octave as she rose sensuously from her
chair and walked around to the front of the desk. She paused to let the camera rake up and down
her shapely body.
"Hello Hank," he said, then glanced at the other
man. "Billy Bob." She bit her lower lip sexily, then her voice
dropped another octave as she sat back on the desk and leaned forward. "How can I help you?"
"The job you hired us for is done, Ms Wade," Hank
said.
"Yep, we're here to get paid," Billy Bob said.
"Oh yes, I saw that.
You boys did a splendid job," she said, eyes teasing and
mischievous. "So good, in fact, I
think you deserve a bonus…a big thank you."
"On, that isn't necessary…," Hank started to say,
then stopped when she smiled wantonly and removed her jacket. Brenda loosened her high collar and
unbuttoned the blouse down past her bulging bosom. "Um….ugh."
She laughed and stood up, then walked around the two
men. Her bold hand trailed behind,
across their crotches and butts as she circled them once. Then she stepped between them, reached down
and squeezed both of their dicks through their jeans.
"I have something special in mind, it you boys are UP
to the job," Brenda said.
"Oh, yes," they both said, and leaned into her.
And the scripted dialogue ended. It was all "action" after that, so
to speak.
Brenda let them strip her to her lacy garter belt, black
house and stiletto heels. All of which
she'd been wearing all along that day.
Her blackmailers thought that funny.
In short order she was on her knees and alternating their cocks in her
mouth. She eagerly sucked and licked
cock and balls until they both creamed her face and tits at once.
"Wow, what a great money shot," Savant
called. "I love cum-shots in super
heroine faces."
On camera, Brenda had to moan and groan wantonly as she
scraped off the cum with a finger and gobbled it all down. Then they moved to the couch and the two men
double teamed her for the next hour.
After that, they moved production to Wade Manor.
Savant had twenty porn actors lined up. Brenda filmed a sex scene with each of them,
in different rooms of her mansion.
Finally, she finished her day in her own bed, with four cameras filming
her in bed with a pair of over-endowed men.
She was screaming her tenth climax when Lydia walked in.
"What's going on here?" she cried.
Savant cleared the room, except for her three
associates. Everyone else went
downstairs for dinner break.
"Lydia, they have us," Brenda said. "They have us being unmasked by Kid, of
us hooking….everything."
"Oh my Goddess!
No!" she cried, then looked over Brenda's cum stained sheets and
body. "They were filming you having
sex in your own bed?"
"We are making a porno," Savant said. "In fact, we are almost finished with Brenda
Wade's fourth porno film today. We
thought we'd do some Ms Americana and Flag Girl porno scenes
tonight." She looked at Brenda and
winked. "You know, start Super
Heroine Lick Down."
"I thought you said the movie was called Super Lesbian
Lick Down?"
"Oh, did I?
Hmmm, maybe Super Heroine Lesbian Lick Down?" Savant said, eyes
glinting.
"You agreed to this?" Lydia said, shocked.
"Yes," Brenda said, face burning with shame. "I agreed we would both do porno, both
as Brenda and Lydia, and as Ms Americana and Flag Girl. In return, they will use the super heroine
porno movies to destroy our alter egos but we'll be allowed to continue on as
Brenda and Lydia."
"But we'll be their sex slaves."
"I know, but it is still better than being dead."
Lydia had no choice.
They were both sexed up prettily in the sexiest clothes from their
closets, and then forced to have sex on film in Brenda's bed, Lydia's bed, the
living room couch, the back of the limo, the front yard and finally in the
pool. That ended their day on film, and
began their personal service to the men and woman that owned them.
The two top society beauties starred in a dozen films over
the next week, and Ms Americana and Flag Girl twice that many. It was eighteen hour days of constantly
fucking, in every position conceivable, sometimes in bondage, with men and
women of every shape, size, race and description.
"Oh my Goddess!" Lydia cried, staring the
TV. "They released the Brenda and
Lydia movies yesterday!"
"What?" Brenda cried, jumping to her feet. "They were supposed to leave us
alone! We've been ruined!"
It got worse. As the
day progressed and word spread, Wade Enterprises stock plummeted. By the end of the week she was ousted as
Chair of the Board of Directors, her personal fortune laying in ruin. Stockholders were suing her, her friends
abandoning her. Even her lawyers wanted
nothing to do with them. The next day,
the bank demanded she pay off her mortgage, or move out.
Brenda's small, remaining monies were frozen by court
order, so she couldn't pay. They moved
out and into a house off Saxony Avenue, in deep Lower Saxony. An hour later there was a knock at the
door. When Brenda opened it she was
smashed in the face.
"Uaagghh," she cried,
falling straight back. She looked up to
see Kid Rotten. "Rotten! What do you want?"
"You," he said.
"You've lost everything. No
friends to help you. So I'm taking what
I want. You and pretty little Lydia now
work for me."
"Well, we lasted an hour before a pimp took control of
us, Brenda," Lydia said miserably, falling to her knees with teary eyes.
Kid and four of his men came in, and spent the next four
hours "initiating" the two women into his world. They were completely cowed and tamed by the
time the sun went down, and they emerged from their rented house in short
skirts, high heels and way too much makeup
Oddly enough, Brenda's first paying customer was Ms
Americana's first, Big John. With no
choice any more, the two women worked long and hard for Kid. They gave it their all, and as superior women
they excelled at whoring. After a week
learning the ropes in Lower Saxony, they were moved to Sugar Town, and business
picked up for the gorgeous duo. Not more
customers, but better paying customers.
Brenda walked out of the hooker hotel around midnight, her
luscious body still tingling from the sound fucking she'd just
experienced. The man was so good she
almost gave his money back and then some.
"Hmm, Lydia must be upstairs," she said, not
seeing her friend. Then a long, black
limo pulled up and the door opened.
"Oooh, big money for little ole me. Kid will be thrilled."
She might hate and despise the street pimp, but her number
one priority in life was to keep him happy.
When Kid was happy, everyone was happy.
When Kid stopped being happy, Brenda got beat up. So she headed for the limo, expecting it to
be one of her old friends or rivals, eager to get their greedy hands on the
fallen star.
"Hey, Honey, looking for a date?" Brenda said,
poking her head in the door. She froze
at the person smiling at her.
"Esha!"
A pathetic noise brought her gaze around to find Lydia
hogtied behind the front seat, across the back from Esha. She froze again. Bad.
Very bad.
"Hello, Brenda, long time no see," Esha said,
grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into the limo. The door closed and the car pulled out. "I've been waiting a long time for this
day, Ms Americana."
"No!" she cried, horrified. "How?"
"Babe, do you think your life went down the shitter without help?" Esha said, laughing merrily. "No, I HIRED Savant to destroy your life
and reputation as Ms Americana, discover your secret identity, and then destroy
your secret identity as well. It worked
out wonderfully -- for me!"
"I don't understand," Brenda said. "What do you want with us?"
"Oh, that's easy.
I want everything you have to give," Esha said. "I want YOU." She smiled cruelly. "Remember, when you arrested me and gave
me over to the police, I told you I would own you one day. Today is that day. You are mine now."
Esha took them to her new home -- Cummings Manor. Formerly, Wade Manor. She got it cheap at auction. Completely furnished and decorated. Everything that once belonged to Brenda Wade
and Lydia Wills now belonged to Barbara Cummings, except for all their jewelry. Savant took that as a bonus. But their old designer clothes were there,
and more important, their NEW clothes were there.
First thing, Brenda was forced to show Esha her secret
room, with all of her costumes, masks and spare power belts. Esha had plans for all that
"memorabilia."
"Now what?" Brenda asked bitterly.
"You work for me now," Esha said. She handed each of them a large white
box. "Put those on."
They opened the boxes to find tight, black latex
"French maid" costume, which left their tits exposed. The skirts barely dropped down enough to
cover their naked twats, with latex garter belts that held up black fishnet
hose.
Before their minds could wrap themselves around their new
station in life, the sexy duo were in their new uniforms, kneeling at Esha's
feet. With a signal, then both leaned
forward and starting licking her black booted feet.
It would prove a long, hard and humiliating sexual slavery
for the once proud and respected super heroine duo. A fate that Esha relished.
THE END