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MS AMERICANA: THE DIRECTOR

By Dark One

Ms Americana and Flag Girl walked through the side door liked they owned the place. All activity, all sound stopped immediately as every eye turned to gawk at them.

"Take a picture," Ms Americana said, smiling knowingly. "It'll last longer."

They were quite a sight to behold, posing in classic stances in their brazen and sexy super heroine costumes. Both wore red, white and blue patriotic themed costumes, with blue masks and red stiletto calf boots. Of course Flag Girl's boots and mask were unadorned, while Ms Americana had a star-spangled mask and red stripe up the front of her boots. Ms Americana wore a gold trimmed strapless bikini top, with the sexy sidekick wearing a more conservative, blue top with white stars and a large round cutout over her impressive cleavage. Ms Americana's bikini bottoms were also gold trimmed, and exceedingly skimpy by any measure, while her sexy blonde protégé wore a super tight, red and white striped micro mini. Golden power belts encircled their narrow waists, above a pair of flaring hips, and gave them super strength, endurance and other benefits.

"Wow," a man's voice muttered softly.

Soundstage 13 was cavernous, but crammed packed with equipment and set backgrounds. Most of the men there were packing up equipment and leaving. They found that curious, since they were scheduled to film a public service message there in just a few minutes.

"Where's everyone going?" Flag Girl said, frowning and a little nervous. This was her very first time to record such a message. She was very excited and eager to begin. She turned worried blue eyes back to her mentor. "What's happening? Is this the correct soundstage?"

Ms Americana glanced around with a self-satisfied smile. She'd filmed dozens of public service messages over the years. The last four in this very soundstage.

"Don't fret, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said confidently, smiling warmly. She stroked Flag Girl's long silky soft blonde locks, pausing to admire how perfect her silky, bouncy pigtail style fit her perky personality. "It's usually like this when I arrive for one of these things. The day crew's leaving. A special team from the charity will film us."

"Oh," she said, her infectious smile reclaiming her beautiful face. "Sweet."

"Over here, Ms Americana!" a young, harried looking woman called, waving them in deeper. As the super heroines approached, she said, "We're almost ready. Would you like to meet your director?"

"I know Stan Resnik," Ms Americana said.

"Oh, no one told you?" the woman said, looking wary. "Um, there's been a charge in directors."

"What? Stan's not doing this?" she said, crinkling her nose at the young assistant. "I know Stan. I trust him."

The assistant's eyes lit up.

"He had an emergency and had to cancel," she said. "But we got lucky. Real lucky, and the most amazing director agreed to step in and help us. He is THE public service director. Everyone wants him first and foremost."

"And he is?" Flag Girl said.

"Call me The Director," a male's voice boomed from behind them.

The vivacious vigilantes' turned as one and looked him up and down. He was tall and slim, with dark eyes, pale skin and a neatly trimmed goatee and mustache. His hair was dark, stringy and looked unwashed and greasy. The director was looking at them with utter disdain.

"So you are the WOMEN they saddled me with on this production?" he sneered.

Both super heroines sucked in a sharp breath. They were not used to being belittled and looked down upon. Especially by such a pathetic looking man. Ms Americana figured she could kick his butt five times over WITHOUT her power belt.

"We are Ms Americana and Flag Girl," Ms Americana said, more than a little annoyed by his superior airs. "You will treat us with the respect our gender and status as super heroines deserve."

He waved a dismissive hand at them and turned to the assistant.

"Heather, are Veronica and Timmy ready?"

"Yes, Sir!" she barked. "I'll go get them."

Heather raced off. Ms Americana frowned after her retreating form. She looked to be in her early twenties, with big brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. The assistant could be pretty if she took the time to fix herself up. The statuesque super heroine didn't like how subservient she was to the director.

"Who are Veronica and Timmy?" Flag Girl said.

He arched a haughty eyebrow at her, worthy of a super heroine, "Veronica Vars is an internationally renown actress and model. Timmy is an up and coming actor."

"The Veronica Vars!" Flag Girl said, slack-jawed. "The world's top rock groupie Veronica Vars?"

"The same," Veronica said. "But I prefer to be called an actress and model. After all, I've starred in two sitcom and two syndicated action adventure shows. And I was the Centerfold of the Year and appeared in more Men's magazines than any over model."

Veronica approached them with a smugly confident smile. She wasn't particularly tall at five foot four, but she had a set of silicone hooters to rival Ms Americana's and a body to match. Veronica didn't become and maintain the unofficial title of top groupie by shunning the gym or plastic surgeon. She was all platinum blonde, blue eyes and puffy lipped perfection. Her sexy strut set her titanic tits to jiggling enticingly, too.

The world's top groupie and actress wore a scandalously brief "super heroine" costume. Like Ms Americana, she wore a golden tiara. Her choker was crimson, with a big golden V front and centered. She wore white leather opera gloves and white thigh boots. Her super skimpy crimson "costume" was like a giant V, going up in two strips from her crotch to barely cover her nipples and over she shoulders. Any sudden move and she was titty stripped. Even walking in those sexy five inch stiletto thigh boots jostled her titanic tits dangerously.

"Well, someone's glued into her costume," Flag Girl muttered, making Ms Americana grunt with disapproval.

"Of course, sweetie, after all glue is a girl's best friend," Veronica said, then turned to the director. "I'm ready to start. Is there a script?"

"What's her purpose in this? You planning on amping up the SLUT factor?" Ms Americana said, barely able to keep the contemptuous sneer off her face and out of her voice. "Flag Girl and I are here to make a public service message aimed at girls and young women." She gave Veronica a once over with her baby blues, then turned to the director and locked eyes with him. "We're not here to make one of Veronica Vars' infamous PORN movies."

"Hey! Is it my fault my idiot third husband didn't lock our private home movies up and someone stole one of them?" Veronica cried, now angry. "I just made the best of a bad situation after it hit the internet."

"And made millions," Ms Americana sneered. Turning back to the director, "Well? What's she doing here?"

"She's the star, babe," the Director said.

"I'm the star," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing dangerously.

"Hmm, yes, tentatively," he said. "But I warned them you aren't up to the job. I need a professional actress for the message to pack the emotion punch necessary. I don't think you, Ms Americana, and your pretty little sidekick are up to the job."

"How hard is it to stand there and tell them to be strong, and not take drug and not engage in unsafe sex?" Flag Girl said, confused and a little troubled. She really wanted to do this public service message.

"Nothing to it," the Director said scornfully. "And you'd be fine, IF that is what we are going to do today. No, this production will be a little more dramatic than that." He indicated a very smug Veronica standing there in a pretty good super heroine pose. "Thus the need for a professional. And who makes a better looking super heroine than Veronica Vars and her superbly spectacular body."

Veronica smiled, very pleased.

Ms Americana was shocked. This had never happened before. Flag Girl would be heartbroken if they failed to do a public service video that evening. Besides, who was that moron of a stuck up man to tell her she couldn't act? She was a fine actress. A great actress. It wasn't easy pulling off two distinct people and personalities, and convince the whole world, on a day in and day out basis. Besides, Veronica Vars was all tits and ass, no depth as an actress at all.

"Flag Girl and I can perform anything you come up with," Ms Americana said. "Though I don't see why we are changing it. The old way is tried and true."

"It's boring!" the Director cried. "If it was working, you wouldn't need to keep making new messages every year, now would you? No! So, they asked me to make this video POP! Make a public service message that would reach out and grab their sick little minds for sixty seconds and make them REMEMBER it."

"Huh?"

"You can't pull it off, so why bother?" he said. "You uppity heroines are all stuck up and fearful. God forbid you look anything but absolutely fabulous at all times. My public service videos the heroines get down and dirty, like real life. I use them to scare straight those naughty little girls."

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, then shook her head to clear it. "What?"

"Bimbo," he muttered and turned to Veronica. "Ok, today you are playing Victory Girl, hence the big V shape of your costume."

"Cool costume," she said, caressing it. "Much more comfortable than that latex catsuit I had to wear last time."

"Wait!" Ms Americana cried. "WE are doing this video, not Super Silicone Girl over there."

The Director gave her an utter exasperated look. They argued for ten minutes, until he finally conceded he was hired to film Ms Americana and Flag Girl, and Veronica was officially a backup actress.

"Excellent," Ms Americana said, grinning at an outraged Veronica. "Now, what do we do?"

"Yes! What?" Flag Girl piped in enthusiastically, blue eyes a-sparkle.

The Director sighed dramatically, then looked at Veronica apologetically. All the platinum blonde could do was frown and shift about nervously.

"Ok, then, if you insist on doing this….?"

"We do."

"Ok, then, this is what I want," he said. "We'll open with the two of you just captured, hands held high. My villains, Veronica and Timmy, will remove your power belts, then tie you up. You will be threatened with dire circumstances….and then you break free and vanquish the vile criminals. That's when you will do the preaching, telling the young women no situation they find themselves in is so dark and hopeless they can't escape and triumph in life…and to stay in school, don't take drugs and don't have sex. Whatever nonsense you want to yammer about."

Ms Americana and Flag Girl just gawked at him in stunned silence.

"We can't do that," Flag Girl said.

"Exactly!" he cried angrily. "God Above, why must I deal with such morons."

"You want to tie us up?! You want to remove our power belts?!" Ms Americana cried. "Are you mad?"

"No, I'm a genius," he said smugly. "I knew you were too narrow-minded, too self-absorbed and image conscious to even try it. Now, if you will be so kind as to leave, so the professionals can get to work, I'd thank you."

Ms Americana couldn't believe she was dismissed like that. How did he manage to humiliate and belittle who and what she was, and then make her feel it was her fault for not being "good enough" to pull it off?

<I am good enough! I am a superior woman, and can pull this off far better than that silicone bimbo,> she thought, getting angry.

"We'll do it," Ms Americana declared, baby blues flashing. "BUT afterwards, we film a normal public service message. Just in case your cinematic masterpiece is unsuitable for airing."

She had no doubt it would be declared unsuitable.

"Agreed," he said, frowning and looking disappointed. That pleased her to no end. He sighed dramatically and started barking order, getting the crew busy for the first shot. "Places everyone! Places!" He looked around. "Where the Hell is Timmy? Is he on set?"

"I'm here, Director," a seven foot Chinese American said, lumbering towards them. He was massively built, with bulging muscles and a fierce expression. He wore a black leather vest and pants. "Not my fault. The traffic was TERRIBLE this morning. And my makeup boy, dreadful."

"The villain is gay?" Flag Girl muttered.

"Don't worry, Chickie Girl, I can play straight," he said.

The two heroic heroines rolled their eyes at each other, then took their places in front of the five cameras. The set looked like the inside of a brothel, all gaudy in red and pink and black. There was a reclining couch and a few chairs.

"Hands up and fingers locked behind your heads," the Director commanded, in that booming voice so strange coming from such a scrawny man. "I want looks of supreme defiance with chins high and chests thrust out."

That was easy enough to do. Defiant and chests thrust out was standard super heroine fare. The crew sucked in their breath at that super sexy sight. Ms Americana smiled knowingly.

Timmy moved up behind them as Veronica took her place a few feet before them, and facing them. She gave Ms Americana a withering look, then a smug smile claimed her face as the Director gave them all their lines and final instructions. Ms Americana was a bit pleased to find he would allow for some improvisation on their part.

"Action!"

"You want get away with this, Vicious Vixen," Ms Americana said defiantly. "Justice always prevails."

"Not this time, Ms Americana," Veronica sneered. "Tonight I have captured Delta City's most illustrious super heroines, the Queen of Justice and her sexy sidekick, Flag Girl. Prepare to meet your doom!" She threw her head back and laughed evilly. "Bwhahahaha! Remove their power belts, Wang Chung, and their defeat will be final."

"Yes!" Timmy cried.

He took hold of Ms Americana's power belt and tried to unsnap it. It didn't release. Ms Americana froze, fear of being de-powered overwhelming her. It couldn't be removed unless she allowed it. Veronica frowned, hesitated. Then the Director slipped out of his director's chair, anger blossoming in his dark eyes. He was about to say 'CUT' when she relaxed and the power belt came unsnapped in Timmy's huge hands. She would NOT allow herself to be belittled and berated by him again.

"Oh," escaped from Ms Americana's beautiful, full red lips. It was a tiny sound, but profound. She felt her super strength bleed away quickly, leaving her with normal strength. "Umm."

She suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. Helpless even. A chill rolled up her spine and she felt hot wetness forming in her crotch.

"Ugh," Flag Girl grunted as her belt was removed.

Ms Americana saw Flag Girl's shapely body tremble a second as she felt the same sensations of being de-powered and made helpless. Then the sexy sidekick swallowed hard and licked her full red lips. The Queen of Justice noted her protégé's nipples had hardened, as had her own.

"Bind them good, my evil henchman," Veronica commanded. Strangely enough, Ms Americana noticed Veronica's nipples were fully aroused and thrusting to a pronounce points through her thin costume. Then she saw a hint of wetness seeping through the actress's costume's crotch. "Handcuff them both tightly, and make them utterly helpless before us."

Ms Americana allowed her right arm to be pulled back and twisted around to her back by Timmy, then handcuffs snapped on. A second later her left was secured within the painfully tight cuffs. Out of instinct, she struggled and tugged at the hated cuffs.

Suddenly, her knees felt weak and butterflies erupted deep in her belly. It was hard to breathe and a lump formed in her throat that she couldn't swallow away. She panicked, afraid she wouldn't be able to deliver her lines and incite the Director's contempt again.

"Eeks!" Flag Girl squealed and fell to her knees.

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, then felt Timmy kick the back of her knees. She fell to her knees painfully hard. "Ugh! Bastard!"

"That wasn't in the script," Flag Girl blurted out angrily.

"Still rolling," the Director said.

Timmy stepped between the two kneeling super heroines and seized their hair at the back of their heads, holding them tightly in place. Then Veronica stepped closer, licked her puffed up lips and grinned evilly down at them. Then she reached up and pulled her costume open, releasing her giant tits.

"What script?" she said. "This is real. You have been tricked and captured."

"Yeah, thanks for all your willing cooperation, stupid bimbos," Timmy sneered and laughed.

"Great Liberty! NO!"

Veronica reached down and unsnapped Ms Americana's red, white and blue strapless top. Those tightly bound 44DDs popped out and bounced deliciously as her top fell to the floor. Then she did the same to Flag Girl, releasing her smaller but still spectacular 36Ds.

"You tricked us!" Ms Americana cried, baby blues wide in shock.

"Duh, criminals," Veronica sneered.

"How did Ms Americana have such a long and illustrious career?" Timmy asked. He reached down with a pair of scissors and snipped off Ms Americana's bikini bottoms. Then he cut off Flag Girl's micro mini and lacy read thongs. "She's as dumb as dirt."

"This is, uh, like wrong," Flag Girl said, gulping nervously as cool air washed over her nether regions. The dampness of her pussy made it cool fast, sending a thrill of pleasure through her shapely teenage body. "I'm a good girl. I'm a super heroine, so you can't do this to me."

"You vile monsters," Ms Americana growled, baby blues flashing hotly. "You will not get away with this outrage."

"What about getting away with this," Timmy said from behind her. He reached around and grabbed her 44DDs, and gave them both two quick, hard squeezes. "Honk! Honk!"

"Hahahahahaha! Good one, Wang Chung," Veronica said. "Those monster honkers NEEDED to be honked."

"Oooohhhh! You….you….foul miscreants!" Ms Americana cried, trembling with rage and impotence. "I will hunt you all down and have my vengeance."

"Not until after we have our fun," Veronica said, and turned on a sharp stiletto heel and marched over to a table. A white sheet was draped over it, hiding what was arranged on top. She whipped away the sheet to reveal BDSM paraphernalia: whips, riding crops, cuffs and shackles, ropes of red, white, blue. And, more frightening than all others, various sized dildos and cock shaped vibrators. The super sexy international sex kitten picked up a black leather harness and buckled it over and around her well rounded hips. Then she picked out a large red dildo and attacked it. "Let's get this party started."

Timmy seized Ms Americana and lifted her up easily. The giant, muscled bound Asian quickly plopped her rump on the velvet couch. Veronica and Timmy each grabbed an ankle and pulled the statuesque and stunned super heroine's mile long legs wide and locked her booted ankles in shackles attached to the front corner legs. Ms Americana tried in vain to break free and pull her legs together, but she was weak and helpless, her sopping wet pussy laid bare and revealed in all it's close cropped, bikini waxed glory to the five cameras. Then Veronica buckled a black, spiked dog collar around the helpless heroine's slender neck, which allowed Timmy to pull her back and fasten a waiting chain to the collar.

The Legendary Queen of Justice found herself utterly vulnerable to sexual exploitation, unable to close her legs or even sit up. She struggled with all her might, but all she accomplished was to tousle her long, silky black mane and jiggle her 44DDs for the cameras. She expected Veronica to quickly mount her with that insidious ten inch strap-on, but instead the two "actors" seized Flag Girl.

"Ms Americana! Help!" Flag Girl cried as she was bodily lifted off the floor.

"Be strong, my brave friend," Ms Americana cried. "They can tie us up and rape us all day and night, but they can't break our indomitable will. We will prevail. I promise."

"Aaauggghhh!" Flag Girl cried as she was stood up and bent over.

A chain was hanging down, and Timmy attached it to the sexy stripped sidekick's handcuffs, and pulled it tight. That forced Flag Girl to remain bent over, shapely legs straight and rigid. Veronica kicked the bound blonde's booted feet wide, where they attached waiting shackles.

"Oooooo, Ms Americana," she groaned. She was on fire. Her libido was super charged and she felt pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs. "I'm not strong enough to endure this. My body…ohhh, my body aches."

Ms Americana closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. Flag Girl's sad words, spoken in dismal acknowledgement of her weakness, struck a cord within the super sexy super heroine. Ms Americana's overheated body was betraying her as well, but she knew she was a superior woman. She HAD to be strong and endure everything they dished out that night. For herself, for Flag Girl and for all the young women that looked up to her as a role model.

Glancing down her spectacular body, Ms Americana noted her tingling, fully erect nipples. Looking between her titanic 44DDs, she saw that her closely cropped triangle was glistening with moisture, with some pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs. The butterflies were rioting within her belly, and sweat was starting to form on her naked body.

"I cannot be tamed, Vicious Veronica," she declared as the super shapely celebrity whore approached her, that obscene red strap-on dildo sticking out with a slight upward curl. There were bumps and knobs all along its bitch taming length. "You're wasting your time with me."

Veronica smiled down lustfully as she leaned over the helpless heroine. She placed her white silk gloved hands on Ms Americana's tits and leaned down until they were nose to nose. Ms Americana felt the cold plastic of the dildo's head touching her wet pubic patch, rubbing across her hypersensitive pussy lips.

"Oh, you are wrong, Ms Ameri-bimbo," Veronica purred prettily. "Just fucking you on camera, to be distributed to millions of internet porn sites, seen by tens of millions, maybe hundreds of millions of horny men and women, makes it worth my time and effort."

Veronica Vars' full crimson lips pressed down into Ms Americana's bright red lips. They kissed long and hard, before Veronica pushed her tongue deep inside her prisoner's mouth.

"Mmmmm," Ms Americana groaned, torn between disgust and arousal. She fought desperately against kissing back. All the while, Veronica expertly fondled and squeezed her monster tits. "Hmmmm, mmmmm."

"Mmm, you taste as delicious as you look," Veronica said, licking her lips. With her right hand, she reached down and guided the bright red dildo to the heroine's aching twat. A slight push, a gasp from Ms Americana, and the dildo was past the protective lips and up against her vagina. "You accused me of being a porn star, as if that was BAD. Guess what, I'm going to MAKE you a porn star. Right…NOW!"

"Uuuuggghhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, feeling that long, thick dildo thrust deep inside her snatch. "STOP! You're ripping me in half!"

"Good."

Veronica started pumping that huge red dildo in and out of the hapless heroine. Ms Americana stared up at her wide eyed. She knew this was an occupational hazard, that most super heroines eventually were captured, raped and DISPOSED of. But she never believed it would happen to her.

<Only a set back,> she thought, and it wasn't easy to think with that damn dildo scrambling her brains and libido. <Got Gal has be nailed many times, and she's always managed to escape and continue on. I can, too.> She looked at Flag Girl, just as Timmy pulled out his own monster cock and mounted her. <We can both bounce back. I'm sure of it.>

In less than a minute after Veronica mounted her, Ms Americana knew she was in trouble. The pain her virgin vagina experienced quickly evaporated, replaced by intense pleasure. The pleasure she'd never experienced, or known could exist. She didn't even realize it when she started making tiny animal noises and panting.

Cameras were zooming in on those 44DDs, bouncing and jiggling as Veronica rammed it home over and over, wildly riding the defeated Queen of Justice. Zooming on wet, red lips, slightly parted and beautiful to behold as she secretly enjoyed her ravishment. Zoomed in on that long, thick dildo as it squished in and out, squish-squash.

Ms Americana groaned long and low, feeling her body change. That hot, tingly heat changed to a burning need, then exploded deep within. To her shock and shame, she felt the mad rush to climax begin.

"Great Liberty! I…can't…stop…..Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, her body convulsing and back arched. "Oh, Great Liberty! What have you done to me? Oh, wait…stop…uuhhh-aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"The Queen of Justice is dethroned!" Veronica cried, long platinum hair flying wildly as she shook her head in erotic joy. "And she is cast down into the sordid gutter of debauchery where she belongs!"

"Iiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" Flag Girl cried, then gasped loudly for breathe. Ms Americana looked to find Timmy butt-fucking Flag Girl. She'd been so consumed by her own ravishment, she'd forgotten her sweet, innocent protégé. "I can't handle this….Uuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiooooooowww!"

"You will all pay for this!" Ms Americana cried defiantly, angrily.

"Brave words, Ms Ameri-fucktoy," Veronica said, panting from her own efforts. "Let's see how much defiance you have after this."

Veronica reached down and pushed a button. Ms Americana's back arched and her eyes rolled up in her head as that vibrator came to life deep within her sensitive sex.

"Yyeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwww!" she cried, coming to an almost instant climax.

Veronica grinned with evil glee and began to slowly pump that vibrating dildo in and out of the profoundly fucked super heroine. The Queen of Justice was no longer capable of coherent thought. Her entire world was one climax after another, coming about every minute at first. Within five minute, she was having machinegun orgasms.

After fifteen minutes, Veronica and Timmy switched heroines. Like Ms Americana, Flag Girl experienced instant orgasm when Veronica mounted with the vibrator running. Flag Girl achieved the machinegun orgasm stage within two minutes, having been well primed by Timmy's monster cock up her ass the whole time. She seemed to prefer the vibrator up the cunt much more.

"Great Liberty, not up the ……Aaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssss!" Ms Americana cried. "Yooouuu'rree….riippping me…a…a…aaaaaaapart!"

"Duh," Timmy said. "I'm gay, remember? I like anal."

"Big cock, tight ass," Veronica laughed. "Hurts good."

They spent another fifteen minutes fucking the helpless heroines seven ways to Sunday. Then the cameras were locked into position and the crew lined up to gangbang the delicious due. By the time the crew started running their train on them, the vivacious vixens were insatiable sex machines.

Six hours later, after everyone had the oversexed super heroines in every orifice as often as they wanted, and everyone was sated, the Director had them deposited before the cameras. They knelt there without restraint, too weak to put any semblance of a fight. The fight had long since been fucked out of them. Cum dripped off their noses, chins and tits.

"We're live on the internet now, ladies," the Director said. "Most of the last seven or eight hours has been uploaded to about fifteen hundred sites. And now it is time for the coup de grace."

Veronica took her place beside Ms Americana and Timmy stood across and facing her, next to Flag Girl. They grabbed the super heroines spunk soaked hair and yanked their heads back so hard both women came to their senses and gasped.

"Ms Americana is…," Veronica said and pulled off the blue, star-spangled mask with a flourish. "Brenda Wade! Yes! How sweet is that! Brenda Wade is Ms Americana!"

"Really?" Timmy said, then he looked down at Flag Girl with an evil glint. "Then this can only be…," the mask was ripped off, "her sexy ward, Lydia Wills!"

The statuesque super heroines were too shocked to move. They gawked at the cameras recording their doom.

"Great Liberty! We're unmasked!" Ms Americana cried. "You've destroyed us completely."

"Ms Americana, what are we going to do?" Flag Girl wailed.

"Run for your miserable lives," the Director said smugly. "Timmy, toss them out on the street. Let the criminals and riffraff deal with them."

"What? You're not going to protect us?" Ms Americana cried.

"You can keep us hidden to make more porn movies," Lydia offered eagerly.

Ms Americana nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh no, I never keep anything from my projects," the Director said, dismissing them with a haughty wave. "In case you didn't realize it, I did call all known criminal organizations earlier in the evening, after I captured you, and now I am putting up a scroll telling them the address where we will be releasing you two back into the wild, wicked concrete jungle."

"They'll kill us!" Ms Americana cried, now wild-eyed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and a pimp will capture you first," Veronica said. "Couple of raging whores like you two would really enjoy being prostitutes."

With that, Timmy dragged both women away, kicking and screaming for mercy. They were dragged into a standard express package truck, and driven to an unknown location. When the back doors opened, they were shoved out onto the cold street, deep in the night-shrouded city.

"Sugar Town!" Ms Americana said, looking round.

"There they are!" a mob down the street cried.

With nothing on but their chokers, gloves and boots, the terrified super heroines turned and ran for dear life. The Director's minions watched and laughed as the mob surged past them after the desperate duo.

"I think that's a wrap," the Director said, well pleased as he watched his latest super victims chased by a mob down the street.

THE END