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SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
Ms Americana/Brenda Wade and
Lydia Wills/Flag Girl are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.
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MS AMERICANA: THE PALACE
By Dark One
“Hello, Jimmy,” Ms Americana said softly, baby blues
narrowed.
The legendary Queen of Justice stood in the mouth of the
dark alley. Her head
was held high, 44DDs jutting out.
Red gauntlet gloved hands rested on well-rounded hips. Long shapely legs were stuffed into red calf
boots, with a white stripe up their fronts and a gold star on the sides. Her costume was better known then the
President: red, white and blue star-spangled and red and white stripped bikini. She finished out her costume with blue
choker, red star earrings, and a golden tiara.
Of course, the most important parts of her costume were the golden power
belt -- that gave her super strength -- around her narrow waist and the blue,
star-spangled mask hiding her true identity.
“Ms Americana!” he yelped. “I-I didn’t see you walk up.”
“When it comes to me, Jimmy, you only see and know what I
want you to see and know,” she said, taking a step deeper into the alley. She looked the smaller man over with disgust
written across her lovely masked face.
He was one of her best informants, when she could find him and if she
paid him enough. The more she paid, the
more reliable the information. “I have
questions.”
His eyes bugged out and he looked all around.
“Are you crazy?
This isn’t our agreement, or how you contact me. If I’m seen talking to you, I’m
mincemeat. This is
“A singular honor, I’m sure,” she said. He looked ready to bolt. She couldn’t have that. The sexy super heroine needed him. She needed him like she’d never needed him,
or any man, before. “We’ll be
careful. Besides, I didn’t have time to
go through regular channels. So, tell me,
what went down last Saturday night at the
“What? The society girl slumber party?”
“Yeah, that’s the one,” she said, desperate to keep her
raging emotions in check and sound reasonable.
“Uh…well, a bunch of stuck up society girls decided to be
‘bad girls’ and go to a
“Where are they now?”
No one outside of
“Working their tight round asses off, Ms Americana, as
they should be,” he said.
Ms Americana moved like greased lightning. In a flash she covered the ten feet
separating them. The six foot one inch amazon lifted the rat-faced informant off the ground by his
shirt collar, holding him high overhead with one hand. At only five foot five, he had a lot of air
between him and the ground.
“I know each and everyone of those beautiful young
women,” Ms Americana snarled between clenched teeth. “Their parents are loyal supporters of super
heroine activities and support groups.
One and all are pillars of
“Jesus, Ms Americana!
I didn’t do nothing,” he squealed.
“Where…are…they?”
He swallowed hard and looked around in terror. They were alone. Whether he was looking for succor or
witnesses, she didn’t know. But there
was no one around to see him give information, or come to his rescue.
“The Andrews, Johannson and Wellborn girls are working in
Mistress Tabitha’s House of Joy,” he said.
“Good start,” she said, blood boiling. All three were perky blondes with big
boobs. Like
“Ok…uh…oh Jesus, I can’t think straight,” he whined. Then, “The red-head…Heidi Hermann, yeah, well
she got snatched up by Mr. Notorious, so is streetwalking with his stable of
hotties on Cummins. Oh, she’s a natural
redhead, by the way.”
Ms Americana shook the little weasel. Violently.
“The fact you know that disturbs me, Jimmy,” she
growled. “Keep talking.”
“Oh, yeah…uh, that Willis girl…”
“Wills. Lydia Wills,” she interrupted.
“Oh. Ok, so she
ended up with King Pimp at the Palace, along with the Hong and Ledbetter
girls.”
Ms Americana dropped Jimmy. He hit hard and stumbled back against a
wall. He gave her a crafty, rat-faced
look that she didn’t care for. He was
always considering angles, trying to make a profit out of everyone’s misery and
misfortune. He was a born and bred Sugar
Towner.
“That was a lot of primo info, Ms Americana,” Jimmy said
with a mercenary glint to his beady eyes.
“It was worth a lot, dontcha think?”
She eyed him with open distaste. He was small and greasy, vile and
repulsive. And she was sure he partook
of at least Heidi Hermann’s erotic pleasures after she was forced into
prostitution. She wanted to thrash him within
an inch of his life.
“What did you do to the Hermann girl?” Ms Americana
said. When he tried to bolt, she grabbed
him by the balls, and squeezed. He
squealed like a 10 year old school girl.
“Tell me.”
“Nothing bad, just missionary! And a little BJ,” he gasped desperately.
“And which other girls?” she asked, heart pounding. <Please not
“T-The Hooong girl,” he groaned
in agony. She squeezed harder
still. “And
the…oh…Willis girl….aaaaaaaiiiiiieeee….and…and…the
Ledbetter girl.” He paused to
retch to the side, careful not to get any on her. “That’s all.
Mistress Tabitha don’t like me, so…”
“Pig,” Ms Americana growled and tossed him aside, to plow
into a pile of rancid trash. Flag Girl
had dealings with Jimmy, so
“Hey, I had rights,” he said. “All’s fair in
When she lunged for him, Jimmy scrambled out of the trash
and raced down the alley. She watched
him vanish into the nightshadows. For a
brief instant she wanted to chase him down and punish him for molesting
Then she heard him calling back to her, voice tainted
with anger, “You owe me, Ms Ameri-bitch.
And after what you just did to me there is no more info until you pay me
triple.”
She slanted a haughty, dismissive look back his way.
Walking back out to the street, she paused at the end of
the alley. If she went right she could
walk to the House of Joy in less than two minutes. It would be easy to rescue those three young
society beauties. Heidi was working
Cummins, which was a long street running through the middle of
<
Of course, she understood that if she rescued
Hookers, pimp, pushers and other clandestine shapes
vanished as she approached them. The
furtive shapes and movements at the edge of her vision were the most troubling. They annoyed her whenever she visited
The news Jimmy gave her was the worst imaginable. The Palace was
As Brenda Wade’s ward, perky blonde beauty
Ms Americana covered the fifteen minute walk to The
Palace in ten. In her dark mood, she
rather enjoyed watching the frightened Sugar Towners scatter at her determined
approach. Soon, she approached the ten
story former hotel.
The statuesque super heroine stopped a block away,
studying the infamous brothel from the night shadows. It was barely 10 o’clock, so still early in
the brothel’s night time business.
Indeed, The Palace never closed.
It was open for business 24 hours a day.
The girls inside each had their own room.
She scowled. King
Pimp was reputed to have over two hundred girls working in the Palace at any
given time, with close to five hundred living and working The Palace. He also had a baker’s dozen other brothels
scattered across
And now
“You’re going down, King Pimp,” she growled.
The building was a former ritzy hotel, with a ten story
central tower and two side wings of five floors each. King Pimp’s personal residence occupied the
top three floors of the tower. The two
wings were where the girls plied their ancient trade.
“Damn,” she muttered, angry with herself. Jimmy had “visited”
The alarm would be spread the instant they saw her
coming. The especially valuable girls
would likely be ushered away into secure rooms if not out of the building. Ms Americana doubted she would find
So she only had only one choice.
Ms Americana smiled.
She had to strike straight at the man himself. King Pimp.
Captured him and she could negotiate the release of
Moving a half block closer, she was able to discern much
more about the crowd in front of The Palace’s main entrance. And she was shocked.
“Green Spectre?” she muttered in confusion. “Wait, isn’t that Solar Woman? What is she doing in
And it wasn’t a very good imitation, either. First off, the whore’s hair was brown and too
short. Secondly, her costume was WAY too
skimpy. Even super heroines had limits
to the skimpiness of the costumes the public would accept, and they would
accept a lot of exposed skin, too. But
that was too much. Besides, she did not
wear red thigh boots, or opera gloves and the tiara was all wrong. Then she spotted another Ms Americana whose
costume was close to perfect, except the girl was African American.
“So, it’s super heroine day at the Palace,” she said,
grinning. “How lucky am I? And how unlucky is King Pimp?”
It took Ms Americana another twenty minutes to slip
around to the side, and ease up, and then casually blend in with the super
heroine themed whores. The girl she
slipped up next to was a petite Asian girl dressed as Azure Angel. She gave a double-take when she first noticed
the newcomer, but before she could dwell upon the oddity of another girl
appearing out of nowhere a junior pimp directing things called her over. She started gushing over an elderly white
man, who was apparently one of her regulars.
There were ten girls on Ms Americana’s side of the main
door, including herself. She was
horrified to discover she was one of three Ms Americanas in that line. And the two she’d spotted earlier were over
on the other side. So there were four whores
pretending to be her while they whored themselves. The thought made her ill.
CLAP! CLAP!
“Listen up girls!” a tall redhead in a white Playboy
bunny costume and bunny ears called. She
alone wasn’t wearing a super heroine costume, but was dressed just as sexy as
the others. She recognized her as the
Playboy Playmate of the Year from two years back, Bethany Beavers. Born and raised in
The men cheered that pronouncement. The whores all smiled and giggled and some
even jumped up and down clapping their hands happily. Ms Americana was barely able to plaster an insincere
smile on her masked face as she followed the other girls through the main
doors.
The opulent entry surprised her. This was her first time to enter King Pimp’s
domain. That thought surprised her. He’d operated this facility for over ten
years, becoming filthy rich and very influential. He had enough city and police officials in
his pocket she didn’t think it practical to tear into him and cripple his
operation. Her time and energy was best
used elsewhere. Until
<He won’t be able to buy his way out of the ass
whipping I’m going to give him,> she thought with a true smile as she passed
the redheaded Playmate of the Year turned head whore at The Palace. Rumor said Bethany Beavers was also King Pimp’s
girlfriend.
The Grand Stairs were twin curving white marble stairs to
either side of the entrance. The floor
was checkered black and white marble, with an enormous crystal chandelier
above. The room was packed with scantily
clad women, not all in super heroine attire.
Only the hookers were super heroine costumes. The wait staff and such wore mostly black
uniforms - women French mail uniforms and men tuxedoes.
“Get your tails moving,” Miss Beavers called, swatting Ms
Americana’s firm round hiney. “Stay in
character and make His Majesty proud!”
Easily ninety percent of the whores turned either left or
right and headed for the “parlors.” From
her understanding of The Palace’s operation, the girls congregated in one of
eight parlors, four in the first floor of each wing. Each parlor had a different theme - SM
bondage, stripper club, Catholic school girl, etc. But apparently they were all super heroine
themed tonight. But a line began to form
at the elevators, while some girls with rooms on the second and third floors
headed for the stairs.
Ms Americana headed for the stairs as well. She was a superior woman, more than capable
of walking up the stairs to the tenth floor if necessary. But she figured she’d go up to the third or
fourth floor, and then take the elevator to King Pimp’s residence. Of course, she was tempted to visit each of
the parlors looking for
The shapely super heroine considered it too
dangerous. She needed to separate
herself from The Palace’s debauchery as quickly as possible. She would stand out if she was forced to
start declining men’s offers to go upstairs.
And of course, she had no place to take them if she accepted. No, the security within The Palace was too
tight to risk exposure.
Ms Americana paused at the top of the Grand Stairs and
looked both ways. First thing she
spotted, and it surprised her, was a mirrored dome. A security camera dome. Security was tighter than she realized. Then she spotted the tuxedoed pimps huddled
between the stairs. And she recognized
two of the four pimps from the streets.
She’d chased both off the streets, never realizing they just went to
work for King Pimp.
“Heh,
It was Jerome Johnson, street name JJ Rod. JJ Rod was six four, two hundred fifty pounds
of muscle. He was very dark skinned,
with a shaven head, though back when he worked his own girls he had a big
Afro. Like the other pimps, bouncers and
even Bethany Beavers, he wore a headset with boom mike.
“Who? Me?” she said, mind racing to come up with a
suitable excuse why she couldn’t go with him.
She started backing away toward the nearest stairs next to the elevator
on the south wing. “I’m on my…uh…way up
to His Majesty. I can’t dally down here
with clients.”
“His Majesty?” he said, surprised. He suddenly paused, then tapped the
headset. “Gotcha, Your Majesty. Oh, I have a girl here in Ms Americana
costume coming up to see you. Mind if I
borrow her for a job? Thanks.”
Ms Americana stared at him in horror. Her baby blues darted up to the silvered dome
hiding the security camera. Was security
zoomed in on her now? Was she acting
suspiciously? How quick could King Pimp
evacuate The Palace if her presence was discovered? And would she ever find
“His Majesty said I can use you,” JJ Rod said, grinning.
“Oh…I…I see,” she said.
All four pimps were looking at her curiously. So she decided to pretend to comply, but not
actually go to the waiting client. “What
room?”
“The Honeymoon Suite,” JJ Rod said, walking up and taking
her by the upper arm. “Let’s go. He’s waiting, and not very patient.”
He walked Ms Americana past the other three pimps and
into a hallway behind them, straight into the heart of the central tower. The central tower held all of the specialty
rooms. She had no idea what it meant for
a client to be in the Honeymoon Suite, especially how that connected to the
super heroine theme of the night.
“His name is Clyde Clements,” JJ Rod said as they walked
at a brisk pace. “He just got out of
prison this week. Ms Americana sent him
there fifteen years ago, and he wants her tonight.”
“I don’t know about that,” she said, seeing a way
out. “He sounds dangerous. He’ll hurt me.”
It wasn’t easy for her to act the weak, helpless
bimbo. But it was her only hope. She couldn’t prostitute herself. And she couldn’t defy King Pimp’s minions
either. She had to go undetected until
she struck. It was hers, and
“Don’t worry,” JJ Rod said. “He understands he cannot hurt His Majesty’s
women. He just wants to satisfy his
fifteen year old burning desire to put Ms Americana back in her proper
place. He just wants to fuck Ms
Americana, but he’ll settle for a whore dressed like her.”
“No,” she said.
They were outside the door now.
Her heart was racing. She was
being forced into something she just couldn’t do. It wasn’t part of her psyche. Ms Americana wasn’t some bimbo fuck toy. She was a superior woman, and could not
belittle herself by whoring herself to a man, much less to an ex-con she’d sent
to prison. “It’s too dangerous.”
A cruel smirk crossed his dark face. He thrust her at the door, then
opened that door. Ms Americana spotted
the middle-aged man sitting at the edge of the bed. His face lit up when he saw her, then his greedy eyes raked her shapely body head to toe,
several times. His prison issued street
clothes were ill-fitting, and he hadn’t shaven in days. Mostly, his disheveled hair and stubble was
grey. He kinda looked like a vagrant. She didn’t recognize him. Fifteen years was a long time, and she’d sent
thousands of men to prison in her crime-fighting career.
“I’ll be right here listening to everything,” JJ Rod
said, plugging into a jack. “If he goes
too far, I’ll be inside in an instant and toss him out. He paid for a full hour, anything goes. You just make sure he has a good time, bitch.”
With that, JJ Rod placed his hand at the small of her
back and shoved her inside. She was left
horrified and mind spinning. If he was
listening in, then she couldn’t use her superior wits to outwit the hapless
ex-con and get out of having sex.
“Hello, sir,” Ms Americana said, throat tight. She had to stall him, while not sounding like
she was stalling, until she could figure out how to get out of this
predicament. “I’m Ms Americana.”
“Damn, you make a great Ms Americana,” he said. He looked her over again as he stepped up to
her. She stepped back until her back was
pressed against the door. Then he
reached up and caressed her bikini clad tits, very gently. She gasped nonetheless. “Of course, I wish you were wearing the costume
she had fifteen years back, when she sent me away. But the newest costume will do.” He laughed cruelly. “It ain’t going to stay on long anyhow.”
Her baby blues dropped to his hands as they reached up
and took hold of the fastener between her 44DDs. Her mind shut down completely. She couldn’t think of anything to get out of
his dark sexual desires without betraying her true identity and jeopardizing
“Oh!” she cried as he seized both titanic tits and sucked
her left nipple into his mouth. A jolt
of pure pleasure ripped through her body, going from nipple to groin. Even the abrasive feel of his stubble on her
silky soft breast skin was a turn-on. Seconds
later, she felt her pussy starting to moisten.
Then he swirled his tongue around her nipple and pinched the other. “Aaaiieee…ooohhh.”
“I like a whore who clearly enjoys her job,”
She felt her face flame.
So shameful.
So terribly shameful to enjoy such sexist, such disrespectful
treatment.
At the end of the first twenty minutes Ms Americana was
panting. Her knees were weak. Then he reached one hand down, and slipped it
up under her bikini bottoms, and found her hot, wet twat.
“Great
“You have no choice, Ms Americana,” he whispered in her
ear, then curled a finger up deep into her
vagina. She gasped and groaned, eyes wide.
He smiled as her knees buckled. “Ah, good idea. Suck
me, Ms Americana. Eat my dick, bitch.”
She couldn’t take any more breast or pussy fondling,
caressing and such. Ms Americana
understood that completely. She doubted
she’d last another minute before he ripped a debilitating climax out of her
treasonous body, and that could possibly totally de-power her belt. The sexy super heroine needed time to
recover. So red-gloved hands reached out
and unzipped the ex-con.
<Ack,> she thought, hit by the stench of his
unwashed cock and balls. <Just the
stench of this ought to kill my growing ardor.> She pulled both cock and balls out,
surprised to find his cockhead sticky and dripping
with pre-cum. Even his hairy balls had
pre-cum smeared on them. She felt her
ardor dissipating, but knew if she hesitated she wouldn’t be able to do it. And if she couldn’t suck him, then he would
return to stimulating her breast and pussy, if not go strait to fucking. So Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice,
reached out with her tongue and guided his rancid cock into her mouth. “Uummmmggghh.”
Ms Americana fought desperately to suppress her gag
reflex. Whores were professionals, so
didn’t gag on cocks. But how many cocks were
that foul and disgusting? So the Queen
of Justice spend long minutes concentrating on giving him intense head, not so
much to give him pleasure but to CLEAN off his toilet-tasting, skanky cockhead. By the
time she considered him cleaned,
Realizing if he came in her mouth now, he would still
have more than half an hour to molest her tits and pussy, Ms Americana pulled
away from his cock head and smiled sultrily up at him. He was panting and sweating, and smiled back
down at her. Then she lifted his rock
hard cock and starting licking his balls.
Licking led to sucking balls, which led to
“Suck me,” he gasped.
“Suck me all the way in. Now.”
“Okay,” she said, displeased. He still seemed rather too excited to handle
that much stimulation. But she did as
ordered and took him into her mouth.
He looked lower, and saw her nipples were rock hard and
fully erect. She was the only woman in
his life to ever become fully aroused by sex with him. He decided right then to stay in Delta City
and become a regular at The Palace, and one of this whore’s regulars too.
<No!,> Ms Americana
screamed in her head. She felt his body
change and knew he was about to climax. About to cum in her mouth.
“Hhhmmmmmggghhhh.”
His fingers tightened in her hair, and held her still as
he thrust deep into her throat. A second
later, his milky cum started spurting down her throat. After two spurts, he relaxed his hold and
pulled halfway out, releasing more cum across her tongue. That allowed -- forced -- Ms Americana to actually
taste his jizm. She swallowed as he
pulled completely out, and shot another wad cross her glossy red lips.
“Mmm,” she said, licking off the cum and swallowing without thinking first. A second later, she felt her face burning as
she realized what she’d done. “Great
“I noticed,”
That was like a gut punch. Ms Americana knew she was feeling wanton. She didn’t want to admit it, even to
herself. It was too disgusting and
distressing to contemplate.
“Take off your panties and lay down on the bed,”
Ms Americana removed her red, white and blue bottoms with
dread and walked over to the bed. She
climbed onto the bed and lay on her back.
Without thought, her mile long legs spread and her gloved hands crept up
to gently squeeze her breasts.
His faced plunged into the deep crevasse of her cleavage.
The naked super heroine’s beautiful face screwed up in
distaste and discomfort. His course
stubble was very abrasive, very painful, on her soft skin. She groaned and writhed beneath him until he
was satisfied and then he slid lower. Much lower.
“Oh! Gentle,” she
said when his rough fingers plunged into her vagina.
“Gentle my ass, bitch, you like it rough,” he said. “You’re cunt’s sopping wet already.”
There was nothing deft or skillful in
Despite his ineptitude,
<Must be strong,> she repeated to herself over and
over. <For
The clock showed he had another twenty-five minutes. She began to despair. Even her desire to fight off the climax was
starting to melt away. Part of her
really wanted that climax, to feel that almost forgotten thrill of
ecstasy. It had been so long, so
terribly long.
<Great
Her first thought -- the stench and taste of his cock at
the very beginning. Unfortunately, that
thought had the opposite effect, making the burning tingle flare up and
spread. She could feel sweat beading and
dripping off her body.
“I think you are ready,” he said, and knelt between her
legs.
“Ready?”
“To be properly fucked, Ms Americana,” he said, grinning
lecherously down at her body. “I’ve been
waiting 15 long years for this moment.”
Her hot, pink tongue licked her upper lip as her baby
blues locked on his cock. She watched in
morbid fascination as that cock was guided straight to her needy cunt, pushed
past the engorged lips and plunged a good six inches into her vagina.
Ms Americana’s eyes rolled up and her back arched. Her hands clutched the brass headboard and
she wailed.
“Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“I’m going…going to….cuuummmmm,”
she cried. Then, the orgasm exploded
between her legs and ripped through her shapely body. “Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”
Her pussy muscles clenched and quivered, sending
incredible sensations of pure pleasure to
A minute later, Ms Americana climaxed again. “Uuuuaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
During the second climax, and
immediately afterwards, she felt her super strength bleeding away. She was barely able to have a coherent
thought, but her mental state was too discombobulated to accurately judge how
much super strength she retained after two climaxes.
“Great
He grinned wolfishly.
“Viagra.”
With that, he pulled out.
Flipped the stunned super heroine over onto all fours atop the bed, then mounted her doggie style. Two minutes later, Ms Americana climaxed
again. Twice in quick
succession. Then he seized her
titanic tits and pulled her upper body up so he could play with his new toys.
“Uuuhhggghh-aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwwwww!”
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Time’s up,
“Give me a second to clean up,” he called, and FINALLY
pulled out of the devastated super heroine.
“Ooooooo,” she moaned,
exhausted. “I’ve never…..Ooooo.”
“Get dressed,
Ms Americana crawled off the bed and got to wobbly feet. He handed her a damp hand towel to clean up
with. She never felt so dirty and
disgusting in her life, but she was grateful for that scant help from the sleazy
pimp. Then she pulled on her bottoms and
finally her top.
“Good enough,” JJ Rod said when she paused to plump her
44DDs just right. Then he grabbed her
left wrist. She rolled her eyes,
expecting to be dragged to her next “john,” but instead he snapped on a pair of
handcuffs. Shocked, she didn’t respond
fast enough, and he got her other wrist cuffed as well. “Ah, Ms Americana never looked better.”
“What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded, heart
pounding so hard she could barely hear, much less breathe. She tugged on the steel cuffs in vain. Before
“Next client,” he said, dragging her out of the room and
heading straight across the hall. They
stopped outside that door. “Okay,
“Roll playing?”
“Yep, you are, of course, the mighty and undefeated Ms
Americana brought down,” JJ Rod said quickly.
“He is playing a powerful crime lord.
I will present you to him, to do with as he pleases. Now, he’s hired two other girls -- Mai Ling
and Courtney. He’ll have them molest you
while he watches.” He opened the door,
“Boss, I have Ms Americana here for you.
We just captured her.”
Ms Americana was horrified. It was Lieutenant Jason Hardgrove, head of
the Vice Department. He was big and
burly, with no neck and a gray-speckled flat top. She’d had many, many run-in with him and his
men. They were reputed to be on the take, and if not on the take then at least incompetent. Vice was rampant within
“Very good, Igor,” Jason said. “Mai Ling and Courtney will take her from
here.”
Mai Ling was about five six, with long arrow straight
black hair, parted down the middle. She
wore a red silk “Chinese” gown with high collars and golden dragon
designs. Courtney Rocks was familiar to
Ms Americana. She’d busted her dozens of
times, when she worked for such pimps as JJ Rod, Kid Rotten and Pimp
Daddy. Despite being drop dead gorgeous,
the green eyed blonde was as skanky, kinky as they got. She was one of the women who whored because
she LOVED it. Courtney was dressed for
the street in red bustier, black mini, fishnet stockings and red stiletto
pumps.
“Ah, Ms Americana, at last we meet,” Jason said as the
two whores each took one of Ms Americana’s arms. Courtney immediately unfastened the bikini
top so that the super heroine’s tits came tumbling
out. Again. Then Mai Ling’s delicate hand slipped under
the bikini bottoms. “I will enjoy
watching my girlfriends reduce you to a heap of panting slutmeat.”
“You bastard,” she gasped, because Mai Ling found her
hypersensitive clit and began to massage it.
“Oooooo, Great
The Queen of Justice found herself in a dire
predicament. Despite, or due to, the
sound fucking she received from
As Mai Ling pressed hard, rubbing her right in every way,
Ms Americana rose up on her tip toes, which wasn’t much in her five inch
stiletto boots. Courtney began sucking
and caressing her tits just right. Not
too hard, not too soft. Just right.
After several minutes of this, Courtney bent her over
backwards. Mai Ling kept up her
relentless assault on Ms Americana’s clit.
The heat and pressure was building fast, and she knew she couldn’t
resist the two of them for much longer.
<Must be strong,> she thought.
Courtney cupped her chin, then
turned the sexy vigilante’s head to face her.
Ms Americana’s eyes locked on Courtney’s a long moment, wiping all
thoughts from her mind as she look at those burning, hungry eyes. Then Courtney’s full red lips parted and she
leaned forward. Ms Americana’s lips
parted.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” Courtney
whispered.
<Is everyone in this city waiting to molest me?>
“Mmmmmmm,” they both groaned as
their lips met
The kiss was firm, hungry and erotic. Ms Americana lost herself in it. And within seconds she realized her mistake,
for she lost the battle to control her own body. Mai Ling was in command now, and she wanted
to pull a climax out of her charge. And
pull one out she did.
“Uuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm!”
Ms Americana cried into Courtney’s mouth.
The Queen of Justice fell to her knees. Courtney immediately pulled off her skirt,
revealing garter belt and hose and totally shaved pussy. She straddled the stunned and discombobulated
super heroine, and guided Ms Americana’s face straight into her own pussy. Ms Americana was surprised, but started
licking immediately.
Courtney rode Ms Americana’s mouth for ten minutes,
getting two orgasms out of the ride.
Then Ms Americana then had to perform cunnilingus on Mai Ling. That took the better part of thirty minutes
to finally break through the hard whore and get a climax. After that, the remainder of the hour was
spent on her back on the floor, with Mai Ling eating her out, while Courtney
ate out Mai Ling and Ms Americana ate out Courtney.
It was well past midnight when she stumbled out of that
room. Thankfully, JJ Rod was no where to
be seen. She smiled, knowing she had a
clear shot at King Pimp now. No one to stop her.
No more dallying with johns. No
more whoring. It was time to make King
Pimp pay for the humiliations and indignities suffered by her that night, and
by
Making it to the south elevator bank, she pressed UP and
waited. Five long minutes later, the
door opened and the elevator was empty.
She smiled and stepped on. Then
pressing 10, she stood by the door and tried to steel herself. It wasn’t easy. Her belly was still quivering and her knees
weak. Ms Americana hated to admit it,
but she’d had the best sex of her life.
Of course, that meant she was completely de-powered. It could take days, or weeks, to regain her
lost super powers. But after the last
two hours, she figured sexual daydreams would quickly build up her sexual
frustration and pent up energy.
DING! And the
elevator rattled to a halt.
“That was fast,” she said, looking up. The doors opened as it registered she was
only on the seventh floor. King Pimp
occupied the top three floors, which rumor said was an opulent penthouse that
any billionaire would be proud to live in.
When her eyes dropped, she saw former Playboy Playmate Bethany Beavers
smiling at her. “Oh,
“It’s about time,”
Ms Americana was rushed into a large parlor. At least that was what she thought it was,
until she saw all the men there.
Tuxedoed pimps. And they were
sitting and talking shop, enjoying drinks and sports on the big screen TVs
scattered around the room.
“Break room?”
“Yes, so you’ve never been up here before to entertain?”
With that ominous statement,
“Bon appetite, boys,”
“I can’t do this,” Ms Americana said hoarsely. JJ Rod’s big black rod was already out and
hard. She gazed at it a long second,
then swallowed hard. Her body was
already preparing itself to be impaled on that massive tool. As she recalled, all of JJ Rod’s girls were
very pleased with him. Now she
understood why.
JJ Rod took her by the hand and pulled her before
him. Her eyes widened and her head spun
out of control. She couldn’t speak as he
pulled her onto his lap, so that her aching cunt was barely an inch above his
wobbling cock.
“Mount up, babe.”
He placed both hands on her well rounded hips and pulled
down. Hard. She didn’t resist, watching breathlessly as
his big black cock penetrated her pretty pink pussy. As he pushed deep into her already well used
vagina, she remembered he kept his women pliable with frequent sex. All of his girls wanted to be his. Now she truly understood why.
“Greeeaat Liiibeeerrtyyy,”
she groaned as she slid down his shaft.
“So sweet,” JJ Rod said breathlessly. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. More than any other woman.”
The other pimps were watching them with rapt attention,
gleeful lechery in their eyes. She
didn’t care. It felt too good. The best she’d ever felt. He was so big, so impressive. JJ Rod totally filled her up, with cock to
spare.
“I’m loosing myself,” she whispered. He reached up and took her tits in hand, starting
to play with those massive melons. “So
good…too good…can’t resist.”
“Like I always said, all we needed to do was cock whip Ms
Americana into submission and she’d do anything we wanted,” JJ Rod said.
“Yeah, yeah, she was begging for it in that sexed up
skimpy costume and fuck me heels,” another said.
“I could break her on my cock,” another said. “Of course, she’d be easier than most with
her snooty attitude hiding her inner whore.”
“Yeah, yeah, those super heroine bitches break the
fastest.”
Ms Americana wasn’t paying attention to the junior pimps. She was lost in cock heaven, bouncing up and
down on his monster cock.
SQUISH-SQUISH! Up and down. Up and down.
“Uuuggghhhh,” she groaned
wantonly. “Oh, JJ!”
“What do you want, Ms Ameri-slut?”
“Fuck me.”
Her whole body was a-tingle. Sweat poured off her shapely body. Ms Americana was gasping loudly with each
bounce up and down his cock, her monster tits bouncing even more dramatically. She was building toward climax
extraordinarily fast. This time, she
wasn’t fighting it at all. She WANTED
that orgasm. She needed it, badly.
“Now I know why they call you JJ ROD,” Ms Americana
cried, then lost it. “Uuughh…Oooogghh….Aaaaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”
She took another breath, and bounced up and down the full length of his
cock and climaxed again. “Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
JJ Rod made her continue until she’d climaxed five times,
then he forced her to her knees between his legs. He slapped her beautiful, masked face a
couple times with his still hard, sticky wet cock. Then she took matters in hand and started
giving him intense head.
“Oh, yes, Ms
She couldn’t take the full length of his monster rod into
her mouth, but she more than made up for it by licking it with wild abandon
from cock head to balls, then sucking on his balls. In less than five minutes she brought the
jaded pimp to a mind boggling climax, sucking all his cum down with moans of
pleasure.
Then she moved one over to the next pimp. His cock wasn’t as big and impressive as JJ
Rod’s cock, but he was well endowed and gave her immense pleasure for well over
fifteen minutes, then she was passed over to the next pimp. He pushed her to the floor and forced her to
all fours.
“I like doggie style best,” Mr. Cocks said. He was another pimp Ms Americana tangled
with. Indeed, she thought she’d chased
him out of
“Uugghhh,” she grunted when he
rammed his cock into her cunt. “Oh, Mr.
Cocks. Mercy.”
There was no mercy to be had. Mr. Cocks was just encouraged to fuck her
even harder. The other pimps laughed as
they watch their most hated enemy being fucked long and brutally by one of
their number. Then one of the other
pimps got horny and couldn’t wait, so dropped his pants and stepped before Ms
Americana.
Ms Americana was pulled up to her knees by her hair. A big, black pre-cum dripping cock was thrust
in her face. Dazed and confused, she
licked her lips and opened wide. He
mounted her mouth with relish.
“Mmmmmmnnnggghhhh,” she
groaned.
“Look at this slut go!” he cried, watching her start
sucking with enthusiasm. “What a raging
slut you are, Ms Ameri-Whore.”
“Hmmmm,” she said, eyes closed
and savoring the moment, tastes, smell and erotic heat consuming her statuesque
body. <Good,> she thought. <Slut.> “Uuhhhmmmgghhh.”
Ms Americana took their verbal abuse but kept sucking and
fucking. She didn’t care what they said,
as long as they didn’t stop fucking her, didn’t stop giving her extreme
pleasure. Pimps came and went. She spent hours in the break room, mostly
either sucking or fucking pimps, but sometimes forced to lap dance and even
pose for nude photos once. Until she passed out.
“What?” Ms Americana said, startled awake. “Where am I?”
“The break room, stupid,”
Ms Americana looked around. She was alone with
“No. They left me,
I guess,” Ms Americana said, feeling a bit foolish and abused.
The beautiful redhead helped her up, then
fetched her bikini top. Ms Americana
found her bottoms, and slipped them on first.
The press of the soft cloth against her cunt was incredible. She’d never been so hypersensitive
before. The high and mighty Queen of
Justice felt her skin gooseflesh and a tremble wash through her overworked and
overheated body.
“Go back to your room,”
“Wait, I have to see King Pimp,” Ms Americana said. “It’s urgent.”
“Why? Can’t it
wait?”
“No, it’s of utmost importance I see him tonight,” she
said firmly.
She frowned, hesitating long enough Ms Americana feared
she would be thwarted again. It would be
so much easier if The Palace’s head whore just took her straight to King Pimp. She was already starting to make alternate plans
to get into King Pimp’s quarters when
“Come with me, darling.”
She took Ms Americana by the hand and led her to the
elevator. While waiting,
Once on the elevator,
Before the elevator car began to move the beautiful
redhead was all over Ms Americana. Their
smooching quickly became impassioned.
“Aayyy,” Ms Americana gasped, her body suddenly tense. If felt too good. “Uhh, Great
Liberty, that’s soooo good.”
“Aaaaaaaggghhhhhhh,” Ms Americana
groaned sensuously, her back arching so that she was bent over backwards.
Only
“This is MY pleasure, Ms Americana,”
Ms Americana’s body jolted with an intense jolt of pure
electrical pleasure shooting out of her clit and to all corners of her
curvaceous body. She hadn’t even
realized she was teetering on the edge of a soul-numbing climax until
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwgggggggghhhhhhh!”
Ms Americana screamed, and screamed, and screamed
again. That climax wouldn’t let up. It sucked the life out of her. It left her spent and panting in
“Through that door,”
“King Pimp,” Ms Americana whispered, trying to pull
herself together. She still had to deal
with the leader of this bunch of miscreants and malefactors. True, she was de-powered and exhausted, but
he didn’t know that. Just the threat of
a visit by Ms Americana was enough to cause most men to hyperventilate. “Yes, I have to finish this business. Tonight.”
Taking a deep breath, Ms Americana walked out of the
elevator on only slightly wobbly legs.
Her heart was still hammering from all of her trials and tribulations of
that evening and night.
<How many hours have I been working my way up to this
confrontation?> she thought, not able to discern the answer. She had to force her mind away from thoughts
of
There was no one between her and King Pimp now. Ms Americana was confident she could threaten
and bully him into complying with her demands.
Pushing the double doors open so that they banged open,
Ms Americana strode in like the Queen of the World. Directly across the room,
in an oversized silver throne, sat King Pimp in a dark blue silk dressing robe. He was a huge black man at six foot seven,
with a large afro that made him look even taller. His massive frame was sheathed in thick
muscle, no fat to be found. His dark
brown eyes narrowed at her.
“Anthony Patrick, A.K.A King Pimp,” Ms Americana
called. “I’ve come to retrieve the three
society girls you forced into prostitution last weekend -- Lydia Wills, Nancy
Hong and Vanessa Ledbetter. I demand you
hand them over to me immediately, or you will certainly suffer the
consequences.”
“My, you are even more beautiful and impressive in
person,” King Pimp said. His intense
eyes ran up and down her shapely body several times, a mercenary smile claiming
his face. “You will make a fine addition
to The Palace’s stable of beauties. I
expect you to become my top earning girl within the week.”
Ms Americana’s belly clenched, then butterflies exploded
deep within. Her breathing became
labored as she tried to show a firm, resolute face despite her pounding heart. But his voice was deep and commanding, and so
confident. Her cunt ached and she had to
fight her inner demons.
“You don’t understand your precarious position, King
Pimp,” she said, with only a slight tremor in her voice.
“I understand everything far better than you know, Ms
Americana,” King Pimp said, grinning.
Then he pointed behind her and up.
“Look.”
Ms Americana cut a swift look over her left
shoulder. Then did a
double take.
“Great
“I’ve filmed every single moment of their erotic journey
through The Palace with hidden cameras and microphones,” he said. “Up to and including that last trip up the
elevator with
On the wall behind her was a baker’s dozen HD TVs mounted
to the wall. Twelve, six on each side of
the door, were 50” flat screens. The
thirteenth was mounted directly over the door, and was a 75” flat screen. On the biggest screen in the middle was a
paused close up of Ms Americana. A huge
black cock was just inches from her slightly parted red lips, with a thick rope
of cum connecting them. She had a look
of utter sexual bliss on her masked face, which was dripping with cum as well.
He punched a button on his remote and the picture started
moving in slow motion. She watched in
morbid fascination as her tongue thrust out, swirled around that dripping rope
of cum and then watched as her full red lips opened wider and engulfed that big
black cock. Then she sucked and licked
the cock clean, before licking her lips clean and smacking contently. Then she noticed all the other TVs were
showing other sex sessions she’d performed that night, with paying customers and
pimps.
Watching those sexual encounters on the TVs brought all
the memories, all the feelings and emotions back full force. She gasped and groaned,
her hands dropped to her pussy mound and breasts.
“Tomorrow I’ll send that out to my production company to
edit and divide up into porn films and shorts for peep shows,” King Pimp
said. “By the end of the week you will
be a internationally renown porn star.”
Whirling around, she stared at him openmouthed.
“You can’t do that to me!
I’m Ms Americana, a role model of young girls and women around the
world,” she said. “You’ll destroy their
beloved heroine. You’ll destroy ME.”
“No, I won’t destroy you, I’m going to EMPLOY you,” he
said, grinning.
King Pimp stood and opened his robes. Her eyes immediately fell to his monster
cock. It was the biggest yet, easily a
foot long.
“Great Lib….Oooo,” she
breathed, her right hand pressed against her chest, fingers splayed. “So big.”
Ms Americana couldn’t breathe. She took a step towards him and stopped
herself. Swallowing the lump in her
throat, she tried valiantly to reclaim her wits while she still had a fighting
chance.
“I will not surrender to you,” she said hoarsely. “I am a super heroine, not some sleazy slut
for you to whore off to disgusting, whoremongering men.”
He stepped down off the raised días and began stroking
his cock. It was starting to harden and
rise. Ms Americana backed up another
step, unable to tear her eyes off his exposed manhood.
<Think,> she said silently. <Have to…think of…of….someth….>
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “I’m going to tame you. I’m going to make you mine, willingly, even
eagerly, mine. The whore within has
betrayed you, Ms Americana, and we both know you will lose this battle.”
“No. I can’t,” she
whispered. She couldn’t say
anymore. Her throat was too tight.
“Then I am here.
Arrest me,” he said, holding his arms wide. But his huge cock still stood at attention. “Or drop to your knees and suck my cock.”
Ms Americana took a deep breath and stepped forward. She stopped just over a foot before him, his
cock leveled at her midsection. Just inches away, dripping pre-cum. The lusty, hungry look in his dark eyes
screamed supreme confidence. He KNEW she
would submit.
The sexy super heroine closed her eyes and pressed her
red gloved hands against her trembling belly.
She realized then that her hands were trembling too. Then she looked down at his cock. When she looked up again, he was smiling down
at her.
“Kneel.”
Ms Americana fell to her knees before King Pimp. Both hands reached out and gently took hold
of his cock, the right hand just behind his cock head. She leaned forward, extending her tongue. A quarter of an inch from the head of his
dick, her baby blues cut up and locked eyes with him. Then the tip of her tongue curled up and
licked the drop of pre-cum off his cock.
“Mmmm,” she said, tasting King
Pimp for the first time. She knew it
wasn’t going to be the last. She’d make
certain of that. She pressed her full
red lips to his cock, kissing his cock head loving, sweetly, feeling herself at the brink of climax. “I am yours.”
That admission sent her over the top. “Aaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
The Queen of Justice’s red lips parted and sucked King
Pimp’s massive cock into her mouth even as her climax still reverberated
through her shapely body. Then she
rubbed his cock all over her face, kissing and nuzzling the shaft lovingly,
hungrily.
“Master,” he said.
“I am yours, master.”
While giving him intense head, Ms Americana’s right hand
stroked his foot long shaft and her left fondled his equally massive balls. He buried his huge hands in her silky soft,
shimmering black hair. At the same time,
Ms Americana was distressed. He was so thick she couldn’t get much more
than his cock head into her mouth. She
so wanted to swallow him whole. The
topless heroine wanted to give intense pleasure. So she leaned even closer and pressed his
long black cock deep into her cleavage and began titty fucking him. After five minutes of that sensual delight he
couldn’t hold it any longer, and sticky white cum fountained out of his cock.
The super heroine squealed with delight, then wrapped her ruby reds around the end of his cock to
catch the rest. She didn’t want to waste
any of it. Once he was through spurting
his seed, she licked and sucked him perfectly clean.
“Good girl,” King Pimp said, pushing her off his
cock. “Time to seal
your fate, my dear Ms Americana.”
King Pimp returned to his throne and sat down.
“Great
Ms Americana had never felt so alive. She was on fire, bursting with sexual energy
and passion. It was like she’d just been
reborn. Everything felt sensuously
invigorating, like the way her leg muscles flexed and her 44DDs bounced. She loved the feel of her long, silky hair
bouncing and caressing her shoulders and back with whispery softness. Then she reached up and tweaked her own
nipples.
“Uuugghhh,” she groaned.
“Take off the gloves,” King Pimp said.
Ms Americana obeyed without thought. Then she raked her super soft breast flesh
with her long red nails.
“Take off your mask,” he said.
“Oh,” she said, eyes wide. He would know her then. She would truly be lost, truly be his sex
slave, his fuck toy. If he discovered
her real, everyday identity, she would be forever bound to him in abject
servitude, with no power to protect herself ever again. She would be utterly helpless and
vulnerable. “No…please….”
He took her face in both hands. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking he would
unmask her. But instead he kissed
her. Long and hard. Melting her resolve and
inhibitions.
“Take off the mask.”
“Yes, master.”
She reached up with both hands. As she did so, King Pimp seized both of her
titanic tits and began to expertly caress and massage them. Her baby blues closed as she groaned in pure
pleasure. She felt her ardor rising,
building, cresting.
Her fingers touched the familiar mask.
Ms Americana opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. His triumphant eyes. He was so majestic in his victory. She smiled and pulled off the mask.
“You look familiar,” he said.
“Brenda Wade, master,” she said. She started bouncing faster, harder. “I am Brenda Wade. Lydia Wills’ legal
guardian.”
“
“Yes, master.
With that Ms Americana burned her bridges and betrayed
her dearest friend. Something only a
true whore would do. And she climaxed.
“Uuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
she cried. Her cunt muscles quivered and
squeezed, pulling him over the top as well.
She felt King Pimp fill her vagina with hot cum. “Oh, master!
Oh! Oh! Yes!
YES! Ohhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Finished, King Pimp pushed her off his cock and she
crumbled at his feet.
“All those years,” she whispered, hands pressed to her
trembling belly. “Everyone said I was a
whore deep down, a repressed whore. I
didn’t believe. Now I know.” She looked up at Bethany, then King
Pimp. “I am a whore, and it feels
right.”
“Prove it,” he said.
“Prove yourself worthy to be with me.”
She felt panic.
Would he send her way? Would she
never see him again? Never fuck him
again?
“How, master?”
“Get to work,” he said.
“I already have a client lined up for you.”
“For me?” she said.
“As Ms Americana? Or Brenda?”
“As Ms Americana. And yes, I’m fast,” he said. “Soon, word will go out and the men will
flock here to sample your bountiful charms.”
With than, King Pimp stood up and walked out of the room.
“Get dressed,”
Once Ms Americana was presentable,
“This is your room from now on,”
“But how?”
“We knew you were coming,”
“Oh.”
“It’s amazing you lasted as long as you did as a super
heroine,” she said, shaking her head.
“It was almost too easy to capture and tame you. Hell, you cooperated one hundred percent the
whole time. Just handed yourself over to
us on a silver platter.”
“I see,” she said, head hanging. “I guess I am just a dumb bimbo whore.”
“Of course,”
“I see,” Ms Americana said softly.
“Yes, mistress,” she said, causing
“Ah, get to work,”
Ms Americana smiled meekly and opened the door. One step inside, and she stopped dead in her
tracks. Stunned
speechless. She could only stare
in slack-jawed surprise.
“About time, Ms Ameri-whore,” Jimmy the Informant said,
grinning victoriously.
“How?” she said.
“How what? How did I get to be your very first PAYING
client?” he said. She nodded. “Easy, I watched you leave the alley, figured
out where you were headed, and ran ahead.
After I sold my information to His Majesty, I was granted a boon, so to
speak. I got to buy your services. First.”
His face was pure wicked glee. “I
get to initiate you as a hooker, so to speak.”
“Complete satisfaction guaranteed,”
“Its three hundred dollars,” she said. “Up front.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He pulled out a sizeable wad of bills, and peeled off three crisp
Benjamins. She took the money, licked
her dry lips, and nodded. Placing the
money on a side stand, she removed her bikini and climbed onto the queen-sized
bed beside her first ever john. Beside
the man that sold her up the river. The informant that betrayed her.
“I paid for all night, anything goes,” he said, cupping
both of her titanic tits.
She’d never seen anyone look at anything with such a
sense of wonder as Jimmy looking at her tits.
Then he buried his face in her cleavage.
“Anything you want, Jimmy,” she said. She looked around the room, wondering where
the camera was located. The sexy super
heroine turned prostitute knew with certainty that King Pimp would not miss
watching and recording the Queen of Justice’s first trick. “I’m yours the rest of the night.”
THE END