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MS AMERICANA: THE RIGHT ACCESSORIES

By Dark One

THE STORY THUS FAR:

Ms Americana and Flag Girl have rescued Got Gal, Got Chic, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl from Dragon Queen's evil clutches. After a month of Dragon Queen's unholy experiments, not to mention being bred with many of her insidious semi-sentient plants, the four sexy super heroines were in no condition to continue the fight. So they were sent to a special clinic that Wade Enterprises ran, while the two vivacious vigilante vixens continued the hunt. They found their prey quickly enough, but in their arrogance and righteous anger focused their attention too intently on the shapely Asian scientist.

"UUummm! Mmmmm!" Ms Americana cried into the wet cloth pressed over her mouth and nose. The man chloroforming her held her tightly against him, his other hand grabbing one large tit. Her arms flew wide. The sexy super heroine's mind was almost immediately jumbled and confused by that most insidious of gases. "Uuuummmgghh!"

Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted Flag Girl also seized and another chloroform pad press over her sexy sidekick's mouth and nose. Both statuesque women gasped in huge lungs full of chloroform out of instinct. If anything, the shapely blonde teenager was even more susceptible to chloroform than the Queen of Justice, so was quickly succumbing to the gas's affects.

The sexy Queen of Justice finally mustered enough coherence to grab the arm holding the chloroform to her face. But the insidious gas had stripped her of most of her strength, and she groaned in effort as she unsuccessfully pulled at that thick, burly arm.

"Uuuuugggghhhhh," Ms Americana groaned low, feeling her twat start to tingle and warm up. She felt the first trickle of wetness forming between her shapely legs as well. Her captor gave her huge globular tit another hard squeeze, sending waves of unwanted pleasure shooting through her shapely body. Then Dragon Queen stepped up as her vision began to fade and the last of her will power was smothered. "Mmmmm."

"Well done, my evil ninjas," Dragon Queen said, her beautiful face filled with wicked pleasure as the lights went out for the Queen of Justice. "The ultimate prize is mine -- Ms Americana!"

Both statuesque super heroines were chloroformed into unconsciousness. Dragon Queen's evil minions laid the super heroine and sidekick at their mistress's feet. She looked them over with supreme pleasure. The mightiest of Delta City's super heroine population had been the easiest and quickest to capture and incapacitate. Let that arrogant, self-proclaimed Queen of Justice and superior woman wrap her feeble mind around that fact.

Dragon Queen squatted between the two helpless heroines, and reached down to the small of their backs. Seconds later she stood up with two golden power belts. She caressed them covetously a long moment, then turned to her eager eyed minions.

"Have fun, boys," Dragon Queen said, and left with the power belts.

"Wahoo!" they cried. "Vengeance is ours!"

Two red, white and blue, patriotically themed costumes were quickly stripped off shapely, limp bodies and folded up neatly on a nearby table. They were left in nothing but masks, chokers, gloves and boots. The men wanted to leave enough costume to emphasis the fact they WERE super heroines, now helpless and vulnerable. Ms Americana's wrists were bound to her opposite arm's elbows, pulling her shoulders painfully back, while they handcuffed Flag Girl's wrist together, then tied her elbows together, also pulling back her shoulders in a very uncomfortable position.

Ms Americana sputtered awake when five gallons of icy water was dumped on her.

"Great Liberty!" she cried, her exquisite body tensing up at the sudden, almost painful cold.

"Holy Bondage Fantasy!" Flag Girl cried, also awakened with an icy slash. "We've been captured and trussed up by evil men!"

"Untie us immediately," Ms Americana commanded, struggling to her knees.

The legendary Queen of Justice looked around, seeing four large, muscular men surrounding her and her pretty protégé. Naked men with erect cocks and masked faces. Her throat tightened and she felt the tingling between her legs intensify. What the chloroform started the sight of naked men was finishing.

"Maybe. Eventually," one of the men said. He was standing in front of Ms Americana, ten inch cock at full mast and just inches from her gawking face. He thrust forward, poking her in the left eye with it. "Ha! Too funny."

Another man dropped to his knees behind Ms Americana, reached around her and seized her 44DDs. And squeezed.

"Uuughh," she groaned, feeling her lower belly erupt with butterflies and a certain, very frightening kind of heat began in her pussy. "How dare you molest Ms Americana! I am a paladin of virtue! Ms Americana is a symbol of feminine justice, virtue and equality to young women around the world."

"Oh! No! Stop that," Flag Girl cried. Ms Americana turned to find another man kneeling behind her sexy sidekick, who was forced to lean forward with her shapely butt in the air, trying to insert his disgusting penis in her bubble gum pink virgin pussy. She was struggling valiantly, but was losing the battle. Then to both women's shock, that meaty shaft suddenly thrust deep into the gorgeous blonde's bikini waxed cunt. "Uugh -- Oooooohhhhhhh."

The man in front of Ms Americana stepped up, grabbed her silky black hair in one hand, held her still, and used his other hand to guide his cock to her full red lips. She clamped her lips shut, refusing him entry. So he rubbed his sticky wet cock head all over her face. She was so absorbed in that humiliating indignity, she failed to realize the man molesting her from behind was guiding his cock straight up to her sphincter.

"Yeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwww!" Ms Americana cried as a thick, hard cock was brutally shoved up her poop chute without warning or mercy. The next instant, another nasty cock was shoved into her open mouth. "Uuuummmmgggggghhhh!"

Ms Americana's baby blues went wide as she stared into a thick mat of male pubic hair. Her nose was buried in that rancid smelling, hairy patch, a ten inch shaft filling her mouth and well into her throat. She was deep-throating an evil minion of Dragon Queen. All the while, intense pain exploded in her rump, as the other man reamed out her ass with relish.

"Mmmmm…uuummm," Flag Girl groaned next to her. Cutting her eyes, she saw her virtuous sidekick start loud, slurping head on one of her molesters. The other minion was pounding the hell out of the sexy teen's no longer virgin pussy. Flag Girl's nipples were erect and rock hard on her jouncing, perky 36C tits. Slurp! Slurp! "Uuummmmmm."

<Great Liberty! Flag Girl's libido has overwhelmed her,> Ms Americana thought. It was every super heroine's worst fear come true. The Aphrodite gene they all possessed, that gave them the bodies and minds necessary to become super heroines, also came with a curse. They were highly susceptible to sexual stimulation. <I must be strong, for both of our sakes.>

"Uuuughhh," Ms Americana groaned, as both men abusing her got into the rhythm of their strokes, fucking her hard and fast from both ends. When the man fucking her butt reached around and starting molesting her 44DDs, it changed everything. Her body's reaction was immediate and profound. The butterflies in her belly were burned away by the rising heat infusing her well-endowed body. <Goddess save me. I'm starting to lose myself.>

"Hey, Ms Americana is starting to suck now," the henchman said.

She tried to stop sucking. Tried hard, but she couldn’t do it. Her body understood what was expected, what was needed. And her body liked doing it, too. Her personal disgust didn't seem to ever make a difference.

Within minutes the sexy Queen of Justice felt every stroke in her butt and mouth with exquisite detail. It was as if they were fucking her in slow motion. It intensified her pleasure tenfold, and all she could do was continue to suck and swivel her hips.

"Uuuuggghhhh," Ms Americana groaned, pushed to the brink of climax and desperately trying to forestall that de-powering orgasm.

Then, "Uuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Flag Girl cried around that big cock in her mouth, climaxing.

Ms Americana cut her baby blues to the side, watching her sexy sidekick's voluptuous young body convulsing in orgasm, watching two wet cocks sliding in and out, in and out, endlessly. The site made her feel the men ravishing her even more intently, and she felt her spectacular body slip over the edge.

"Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhh!" she cried, consumed with the liquid heat of orgasm, and exquisite pleasure burned away all resistance, all self-control.

"Wahoo, we tamed them both," one of the men cried.

<Tamed?> Ms Americana thought, shocked. And she climaxed, "Hhhhhhggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh. Uh…Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hot damn, look at Ameri-whore sucking me now!"

"Look at her go," another said in awe. "I'm next."

Ms Americana didn't care. Didn't even think about or consider what those wicked men were saying and planning. All she cared about was the two cocks penetrating her statuesque body. She savored every stroke up her ass, and the taste and smell of that cock in her mouth. In no time she was slurping cock even louder and more enthusiastically than Flag Girl

For the next five hours the four men passed the two super heroines around. The helpless heroines obediently performed every sex act demanded with little thought or concern. Every orifice of their luscious bodies were reamed out thoroughly and repeatedly, until they passed out from too many intense climaxes.

"Uhghh," Ms Americana groaned, rubbing her forehead with a red gloved hand as she sat up. "What hit me?"

The Queen of Justice looked around, and remembered.

"Great Liberty!" she cried, leaping to her feet. That woke up the four sleeping men and Flag Girl. Both her and Flag Girl was covered in sticky, tacky cum and sweat. The men were naked, and struggling groggily to their feet. Then Ms Americana's baby blues fell on her costume…and POWER BELT. "Yes!"

The sexy super heroine raced over and snatched up the golden power belt with the big A on the front. A second later she fastened it at the base of her back, and felt power flood her shapely body with that sexy, sexual feel she so loved. The belt drew its power from her pent up sexual frustrations and energy.

"Yes! I haven't been de-powered!"

"What?" two of the men said, suddenly frightened. "Let's get out of here!"

The evil men scrambled away, leaving their clothes behind in their haste. Ms Americana smiled wickedly, enjoying the idea of them running frightened through the streets naked.

"What a nightmare," Flag Girl said quietly, but with a longing look after the departed men.

"Yes," Ms Americana said, throat tight as she recalled the feel of cock inside her body, remembered the pleasure of her climaxes. "Nightmare."

Ms Americana helped up her sexy sidekick and they began to dress in their costumes. The feel of their skimpy costumes excited their already aroused bodies. Both women were panting lightly as they started for the door.

"I am so confused," Flag Girl said. "I thought we'd both be like totally de-powered for a week after that night of depravity."

"I did too," Ms Americana said, shaking her head. "But between the chloroform and the sex, my brain is totally jumbled. Obviously we aren't de-powered. I can feel the power surging through my body."

"Me, too," Flag Girl said. She shrugged, "Now what?"

"The night is almost over. We go home and rest, and then start looking for Dragon Queen tonight," the spectacular Queen of Justice said, baby blues flashing.

# # #

Ms Americana frowned.

"I don't understand," Flag Girl said beside her.

They were in their secret super heroine room, hidden behind their bedrooms in Wade Manor. They were standing side-by-side looking into a large mirror and frowning. They were de-powered. Utterly de-powered. Nada.

"But we weren't de-powered when we came home," Flag Girl said, adjusting the golden belt on her flaring hips.

"I know," Ms Americana said. She was not happy. "It must be some sort of delayed reaction within our shocked bodies. Maybe the shock and horror of what those vile miscreants did to our beautiful bodies caused our power belts to be energized, but now that we feel safe and secure, we've lost that benefit."

"I don't like it," Flag Girl said, pouting prettily.

"Neither do I, but we have a job to do," Ms Americana said, lifting her chin proudly. "We are superior women, and don't really NEED these power belts to find and apprehend those foul malefactors. I will not rest until Dragon Queen is behind bars where she belongs."

"I agree!"

Soon, the vivacious vigilantes were standing in the mouth of an alley deep inside Delta City's most dangerous red light district, Sugar Town. Dragon Queen was reputed to have a secret hideout in that unholy district. They had a few clues to its location. Since they seemed to spend half their lives prowling the streets and alleys of Sugar Town, there weren't many places a criminal of Dragon Queen's beauty and reputation could hole up without the super heroines discovering it.

"We seem to have the element of surprise," Flag Girl said, amused as she looked up and down the street.

The street was filled with hookers and pimps, and the sleazy johns they preyed upon. No one had noticed the gorgeous duo's arrival. Indeed, there were working hookers just feet away totally oblivious to their presence.

The super heroines were not interested in the hookers and pimps that night. They only had eyes for the upper floors of the building across the street. It was supposed to be abandoned, but they saw some windows on the topmost floor covered with curtains and dim light glowing through them. Someone had taken up residence.

"Let's go take them down, my sexy sidekick," Ms Americana said.

"I'm right there, Ms A."

They stepped out of the night shadows to startled gasps and cries of fear. Hookers scrambled away to either side of them. The sexy super babes ignored them as they strode purposely towards the street, though they were smiling at the havoc their presence was generating.

"Get them!" feminine voices cried from behind.

A second later, countless hands seized the two super heroines. There was a collective gasp from the street, everyone expecting those stupid hookers to be handed their well rounded asses on silver platters by the super heroine duo.

"Huh? Hey!" Ms Americana cried.

"Oh. Let go, you morons," Flag Girl said, struggling helplessly. "I said, let go."

Ms Americana found herself completely immobilized, with two hookers on each arm and one with her arms wrapped around the super heroine's knees. Flag Girl was similarly held secure.

"Let go of us, or else," Ms Americana cried, struggling helplessly in their feminine grasp.

A tall Hispanic hooker stepped up to Ms Americana. She had electric blue dyed hair, with matching tube top, short shorts and thigh boots. Her name was Baby Blue, and she was well known to the sexy heroines.

"Hello, Americana," Baby Blue said, smirking evilly. "Long time no see."

Before Ms Americana could respond, the sexy hooker pounded her knee into the super heroine's belly. Twice.

"Oooff! Ughh," Ms Americana cried, doubling up with the intense pain.

"Just as I suspected," Baby Blue said. "You two are completely de-powered. Helpless and ripe for plucking."

"You don't understand," Flag Girl said, "We're not here to hassle you, we're here to -- Ooff! Ooooh."

A tall African American hooker in all black leather had stepped up and ended the sexy sidekick's plea with a booted foot to the belly. Flag Girl doubled up like her mentor. Then more hookers swarmed them and started pounded the hapless heroines with feet and fists. Soon both heroines were being held limp and helpless.

"Good job, girls," Mr. Cocks said. The notorious pimp looked the two weakly struggling super heroines over with lusty relish. "Imagine finding Ms Americana and Flag Girl out and about while de-powered. This is my lucky day."

The statuesque Queen of Justice redoubled her struggles to escape the hookers' grasp. She struggled valiantly, with all of her strength, until she realized the sight of her long black hair whipping around, and her 44DDs bouncing and flopping about, was giving the wicked pimp great pleasure. And it was rousing his ardor.

"Awww, is the foreplay over?" Mr. Cocks said when she settled down and just glared at him through tousled black hair.

"Foreplay?" she said, confused. Then the sexy heroine noticed the pimp's pants were tented by his arousal. "Oh."

The woman holding Ms Americana's knees together released her suddenly, reached up and yanked her red, white and blue, star spangled and striped, bottoms down to her ankles. The vivacious vigilante froze, baby blues wide and mouth agape. Then Mr. Cocks reached up and unfastened her strapless bikini top, releasing her massive mammaries.

"Great Liberty, you've exposed my breasts!" the Queen of Justice cried. "It's not allowed to desecrate the sanctity of Ms Americana's body."

The big black pimp pushed up close and began squeezing, caressing and manipulating her titanic tits with growing lust and pleasure. Her baby blues went wide as she felt unwanted pleasure erupt in her breasts and her crotch. Then, to her shock, his right hand remained molesting her tits, while the left dropped lower. Very low.

"Oh!" Ms Americana gasped when his bold fingers stroked her tiny bikini waxed black pubic patch. Then his fingers slide along her moist, hot nether lips, pushing the sexy super heroine up on her tippy toes. Butterflies filled her lower belly. "Great Liberty!"

"Mmmmmm," Flag Girl groaned, drawing Ms Americana's attention from her own dire circumstances. She gasped at the sight before her. The hookers had pushed her sexy sidekick's blue, star-spangled top up over her firm, round 36Cs, and yanked her red and white striped skirt and thong panties down and off her long legs. Now the hooker that had been holding the sidekick's knees together was instead kneeling between Flag Girl's wide spread legs, eating the sexy teen heroine out with gusto. Meanwhile, the tall African American hooker had the beautiful masked blonde in a deep, passionate lip lock, while another pair of hookers sucked, licked and otherwise molested her perfect teen tits. "Uuuummmmggghhh."

"Flag Girl, be stroooonnnggg," Ms Americana said, as Mr. Cocks slipped his finger between her nether lips. It sent an erotic jolt through her statuesque body. The butterflies transformed into a liquid heat that warned her that her shapely body was about to betray her again. "Stop that! Oh! Aaah!"

"Oh, they like that," another male, frighteningly familiar voice said from behind Ms Americana. She looked over her shoulder to see a filthy drug pusher, named Javier Jaramillo. "I've never seen her looking more fucklicious."

"Fucklicious?" Ms Americana repeated, wild-eyed. "No! Not two men at once. You can't do this to me! I'm the Queen of Justice."

"Huh?" Mr. Cocks said. Then his face lit up. "You thought Me and Javier…ah. So you don't like that idea, do you." She shook her head emphatically. He looked at the pusher and grinned. "Want to double team her, my man?"

"I'm there," Javier said, and laughed evilly. "I've wanted to fuck that stuck up bitch for years."

Ms Americana was pulled over to Mr. Cocks pink caddy. The hated pimp dropped his pants, releasing his huge ten inch cock and leaned back against the bumper. His gigantic black cock was at full mast as the hookers holding her lifted her up and impaled the statuesque super heroine upon it.

"Uuuuugggghhhhh," Ms Americana cried, head thrown back and gloved hands clutching at thin air. Her slippery wet pussy offered little resistance, and within seconds she found herself filled with thick, hard cock. "Great Liberty!"

Mr. Cocks gave her titanic tits a long firm squeeze, then reached down and seized her sweet round butt. Then he started her on a long, sensual ride up and down his hard shaft. Javier moved up behind her there, and guided his cock straight to her sphincter. When she clamped it shut, he reached down and forced a thick finger into her. She arched her back and groaned wantonly, but continued clamping her butt hole around his violating finger, until he shoved two fingers up her butt and she lost control of it.

"Great Liberty, they are sodomizing Ms Americana!"

"No," Javier said, and guided his cock into her sphincter. He shoved it home hard as she was sliding down Mr. Cocks' cock. "This is sodomizing Ms Ameri-ho."

"Aaaagghhhhhh, bastard," she cried, her gorgeous body racked with both intense pleasure and intense pain. She turned wide baby blues over her shoulder to see the look of pure vindictive joy in Javier's face. To her surprise, he seized her face and kissed her full red lips long and hard. "Mmmmmmm."

Ms Americana couldn't believe two men she despised and loathed had aroused her sexy body so thoroughly, so profoundly. It was becoming a repeat of the previous night, where her shapely body betrayed her and gave evil men great sexual pleasure.

"Holy tongue-lashing!" Flag Girl cried. "Mmmmmmuuugghhh."

Ms Americana gasped at the sight of Flag Girl on her back. The hooker Baby Blue had hiked up her skirt to reveal a completely shaven pussy, and she'd sat on the sexy sidekick's upturned face. Flag Girl found hot, wet pussy pressed to her mouth, and was starting to eat the skanky hooker out with no little enthusiasm. Meanwhile, a redheaded hooker had moved between the shapely teen's wide spread legs and was hungrily eating her out as well. Two African American hookers were licking, sucking and nibbling on Flag Girl's aroused tits.

Flag Girl's back was arched and she was clutching at Baby Blue's thighs as she licked and sucked on her twat. Ms Americana realized that Flag Girl had lost the battle. She wasn't fighting it anymore, and was eagerly providing all the sexual pleasure she could to her captors. That realization sent a searing wave through her overheated body. Her butterflies were burned away, leaving a quaking, quivering body behind.

<Great Liberty, they are going to climax me!> she thought. <I can't let them tame me. Mr. Cocks would love nothing more than to force me and Flag Girl to peddle our sweet butts for fun and profit.>

But Javier reached around at that time and grabbed her 44DDs. She gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. As the vile pusher began to caress, squeeze and otherwise molest her beautiful boobs, the pimp reaming out her pussy reached up with both hands and grabbed her face. A second later she was kissed long and deep a second time, and this time Mr. Cocks thrust his tongue between her lips and deep into her mouth.

<Too much!> she thought, starting to suck on that invading tongue, then tease it with her own tongue. She groaned and started gyrating her hips, trying to maximize her own pleasure. The hapless heroine knew she was doing it. Understood it was helping them tame her, but couldn't stop herself. It was almost like her body had its own agenda. <I'm melting away.>

"Please," she whispered, barely able to think. "If you climax me, then you will destroy me. Destroy Ms Americana."

"I will tame you, right?" Mr. Cocks said, eager eyed.

"Yes," she gasped out. "So weak now. You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand," Mr. Cocks said, smirking evilly. He grabbed her ass, and forced her to start humping twice as fast. "I own you, Ms Americana. I…OWN…YOU!"

"Great Liberty….No!" she cried, throwing her head back as that long awaited orgasm smashed into her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

That climax energized her body. She never felt so alive, so tingly. Before she could figure out what that meant, both men ravishing her gorgeous body became more frantic in their efforts, and then Javier exploded with a grunt in her ass. The feel of hot, creamy cum filling her poop shoot was too much for the oversexed, over-aroused and overheated super heroine, and she felt another climax rip through her body and mind.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, and then felt the pimp ejaculate deep in her pussy with a sigh of satisfaction. And she climaxed yet again, "Uuuuuggggghhh--aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee, Great Liberty!" Both men kept pumping their spent cocks as they slowly became flaccid. But it was enough to push her over the top again. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

"Damn! This bitch enjoys sex more than any bitch I ever fucked before," Mr. Cocks laughed. "I'm going to make a fucking fortune peddling her firm round ass."

The two men pulled out and released the sexy super heroine. Ms Americana teetered atop her sky high stiletto boots, then stepped back and assumed a defensive stance. She was amazed. The previous night she'd felt exhausted and mentally sluggish after that first set of men ravaged her body. Not this time, she felt…..POWERFUL.

"I have my super strength back!" Ms Americana cried with joy. Both Mr. Cocks and Javier gawked at her. She reached over, grabbed Javier by the shirt, and threw him twenty feet through the air. Mr. Cocks took off running. She started after him, then spotted Flag Girl on the sidewalk in the throes of orgasm under that pile of hookers. "Great Liberty! Get off my sidekick, you vile miscreants."

Ms Americana pulled Baby Blue off the sexy sidekick. She slammed a fist into the beautiful hooker's belly, doubling her up. Baby Blue curled up on the ground at her feet, gasping and sobbing. The other hookers scrambled away before the Queen of Justice got to them, releasing Flag Girl.

"Are you all right, Flag Girl?" Ms Americana asked, helping her to her booted feet. She helped the sidekick pull her costume back into place. "Did they hurt you?"
"Yes…er..no. In fact, I feel great," Flag Girl said, scrunching her face up. "I feel like I have my super strength and endurance back."

"Yes. Me too," Ms Americana said. "Very odd. Being climaxed should've de-powered us, not empowered us." She shrugged. "Well, no time to worry about that. We are super strong just in time to capture Dragon Queen."

Flag Girl collected Ms Americana's costume while the sexy super heroine dressed. The Sugar Town street people watched intently. Shameless miscreants that they were. It annoyed her they didn’t have the decency to look away while a lady dressed.

"After we take Dragon Queen down, we'll come back and deal with Mr. Cocks and his girls." She paused to plump up her 44DDs in the strapless, red, white and blue costume top. When she moved she felt a deep ache in her butt. "And Javier, too. Can't forget that sleazy bastard."

The two super sexy super heroines headed for the front door of the abandoned building. The street people scrambled out of their way. They found the door locked, but Ms Americana's super strength allowed her to rip if off the frame. That impressed the riffraff of Sugar Town immensely.

Flag Girl smiled and walked through the door first, proud and powerful. A foot to the chin met her.

"Yeow!" Flag Girl cried, stumbling backwards into her mentor.

Ms Americana reacted instinctively, and reached out to catch her pretty protégé. She held her dazed sidekick up a moment, looking down worriedly. The Queen of Justice realized her mistake too late. A fist came out of the dark and smacked her between the eyes.

"Uugh," she cried, falling back and dropping Flag Girl.

Ms Americana hit the sidewalk and rolled right back to her booted feet. She was a super heroine, after all. Unfortunately, Flag Girl fell straight down, so didn't have any momentum to roll, and the black clad and masked ninjas rushing out the door trampled her sexy teenage body.

"Uuuggghhh," the sexy sidekick cried.

Ms Americana stepped into the attack by four thugs. A roundhouse took the first ninja down, then a combination to the belly and face took out the second. The third man tackled her, his superior weight winning the day over her superior strength. There was no defying physics, not even for a super heroine.

The vivacious vigilante slapped an elbow across the miscreant's head, dazed him, and tossed him aside. The fourth man arrived then, and kicked the vulnerable super heroine in a most vulnerable spot. Right in the twat.

"Ugh! Ooooooh," Ms Americana cried, feeling strength bleeding from her shapely body due to the incredibly painful blow. Then he stomped straight down on her exposed belly, doubling her up. "Aaaauuuugghhh."

The Queen of Justice rolled away before he could kick her again. She understood that, super strength or not, a couple more kicks like that and she was a goner. At the same time she rolled away from his attack, Flag Girl regained her feet. She spotted her mentor in trouble and attacked. A second later the ninja was reeling away with an angry sidekick kicking the shit out of him.

Ms Americana rolled to her knees to find two of the other ninjas up and converging on her unsuspecting sidekick from two sides. Before she could cry out a warning, they both pounded vicious fists into the beautiful blonde's sides, then seized her arms. The tables were turned, and the man she'd been kicking so savagely returned the favor. The first kick went right into her sensitive pussy.

"Ugh!"

"Great Liberty!" Ms Americana cried when the first thug she took down crashed into her from the side. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, and a second later a karata chop pounded into her throat. "Aack!"

The statuesque super heroine felt as weak as a newborn kitten after that terrible blow. A second later she was pulled to her wobbly feet and her arms pulled back. A strong man held on tightly, while the man that took her down looked her up and down with supreme satisfaction. A second later Flag Girl was brought up next to her, in the same predicament.

"You ain't so tough, Ms Ameri-slut," the ninja said. The two helpless super heroines struggled in vain a long moment, then Dragon Queen's ninja reached out and pulled off the Queen of Justice's top. Her 44DDs flounced about as she renewed her struggles. "Nice tits, though."

She wondered briefly why the men ALWAYS pulled her top off first thing.

"You won't get away with this, miscreants!" Ms Americana cried as Flag Girl's tits were exposed as well.

"We'll hunt you down like the dirty dogs that you are," Flag Girl cried angrily.

"Okay, NOW I'm scared," the first ninja said, the one standing before Ms Americana. He was a huge brute, a good head taller than the sexy super heroine. They all laughed. "Never underestimate the arrogance or ignorance of super heroines, boys."

"Insulting us want make you a man, boy," Ms Americana sneered.

"No," he said, and unzipped his pants. She swallowed hard, knowing what was about to happen to them. AGAIN. Then he pulled out an eleven inch cock, and she panicked. That dick would tame her for sure. "But this will make YOU think I'm THE man."

"Great Liberty!"

"Holy heroine tamers!" Flag Girl cried, then swallowed hard as she gawked almost hungrily at the enormous cock.

He stepped toward Ms Americana, reaching out for her titanic tits. She panicked and lashed out with her foot, and kicked him in the nuts. The other three men froze. Flag Girl kicked the man before her in the nuts next, then both women stomped down with their sharp stiletto heels into the feet of the men holding them. Within seconds they stood over four down and injured men.

Flag Girl tugged her top back down to cover her 36Cs, while Ms Americana fastened her strapless top back around her upper body, encasing her gorgeous globes in red, white and blue satin again. Then they headed into the door, and up after the leader of the ninjas -- Dragon Queen.

"Ms A, I don't understand something."

"What is that?"

"Why am I de-powered again?" she said. "I wasn't climaxed. Heck, I wasn't even molested."

Ms Americana frowned. She had thought Flag Girl was still super powered. It would've helped if one of them had super strength. But the sexy sidekick had a good question. Something wasn't working right with their power belts. One minute they were super strong, the next just normal strength. Maybe the belts were damaged the night before.

"I don't know, Flag Girl," she said. "I'm de-powered, too. Strangely, enough, I felt my strength bleeding away as we fought."

"Yes! The more the men beat me, the weaker I got," she said. "But that isn't that unusual, but I usually spring right back. Not this time."

"No, not this time."

They ignored the trap of the elevator and started up the stairs. It was a five story building. Ten flights of stairs in an emergency stairwell. Their stilettos clattered and echoed loudly on the concrete steps. And after they passed the third floor, another sound came from below.

"We're being followed," Flag Girl whispered, and they looked over the rail downward. "And there are more than just the four men we defeated."

"At least ten, I'd say," Ms Americana said, frowning. "No going back."

"No going up, either," a male voice said from above.

The sexy super heroines looked up to find another ten ninjas on the landing above them. Then Dragon Queen stepped through them to look down upon the two vigilantes with smug satisfaction.

"You never give up, do you, Ms Ameri-bimbo?"

"Never," Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing defiantly. "So I suggest you surrender now and avoid the sound thrashing I have in store for you."

"Ooh, whip me, beat me, bite me, Mistress Americana, I like my girl-on-girl rough," Dragon Queen said, grinning wickedly.

The men behind them moved up into position just feet below them at that time. Twenty men and Dragon Queen against two de-powered super heroines. Ms Americana scowled at them. She's faced impossible odds before and came out victorious. Besides, she and Flag Girl were superior women facing mere, testosterone handicapped men.

"Twenty-one against two," Dragon Queen said. "Even if you weren't DE-POWERED we would have the advantage. As it stands, we have an overwhelming advantage, so I suggest you surrender quietly and take your medicine like a big girl."

"Yeah," the ninja with the eleven inch cock below them said. He grabbed his crotch and leered up at them. "I have a big meaty thermometer that I want to take your temp with up the ass."

Dragon Queen and her henchmen all laughed merrily. Ms Americana and Flag Girl scowled at them.

"Mmm, boys, I don't think the little bimbos appreciate our superior sense of humor," Dragon Queen said. "But, you know, a good sense of humor is an indicator of a superior intellect. And since they have NO sense of humor….Hmmm, can you say BIMBOS."

"Super bimbos," another said. "With stripper bodies, to boot."

"Laugh all you want, miscreants," Ms Americana said, assuming a classic super heroine stance. Flag Girl mimicked her quickly. "You may have superior numbers, but we are trained fighters in a superior position."

"Apparently math isn't your forte, Ms Ameri-twit," Dragon Queen said.

"My math skills are superior, Dragon Queen, but my talent for tactics is vastly superior to yours." She indicated the stairs. "You cannot deploy your men properly in these tight quarters. So you can only come at us two at a time." She smiled smugly up at her beautiful Asian adversary. "We're more than capable of handling such meager forces."

"You're wrong, Ameri-dimwit," she said. "We can come at you FOUR at a time. Two from above, and two from below."

Before she could respond, Dragon Queen signaled the men on the stairs below the sexy duo. The super heroines spun around to face the attack. Two perfect, shapely legs kicked straight up, and two henchmen grunted and fell straight back into their comrades. The heroic heroines charged down after them.

The first two men took out four other men, sending them all tumbling down the stairs to the next landing. That left four men to be dealt with. Being on the steps above them gave the super heroines the advantage, too.

"Haaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii!" a battle cry came from above them.

Dragon Queen tried to surprise them. But the sexy super heroines were too smart and alert for that simple trick. They were more than ready, and each flipped a surprised ninja over her shoulder, sending the first pair of henchmen from above crashing into the four men below them, and starting another avalanche of men to the third floor landing.

The second and third set of thugs met the same fate.

"Men are so stupid," Ms Americana said, pounding a fist into another thug, then throwing him down the stairs.

That left three men above the vivacious vigilantes, and Dragon Queen to be dealt with in the end. So the doubly dangerous duo charged up the stairs. Being below on the stairs took away their previous advantage. Dragon Queen's henchmen had no trouble fighting the lovely ladies off, even getting a good kick to Flag Girl's head that left her woozy a brief moment.

Then the men below started recovering and heading back up the stairs.

"Great Liberty," Ms Americana cried, realizing she was sweating profusely. She was TIRED. Without her power belt she couldn't maintain her effortless fighting for long. If they didn't finish this quickly, those evil men would slowly but surely wear them down and capture them. "Flag Girl, go for their feet."

As one they kicked up and out, aiming for the feet of the two ninjas above them. The men barely avoided their attack by jumping up. But the women were prepared for them when they landed, each grabbing a man and hurling him down the stairs and into the men coming up after them. The two ninjas took out about half of the recovered men.

"Hold the fort, Flag Girl," Ms Americana cried as she turned on the remaining men. "I'll be right back."

With Flag Girl guarding her back, Ms Americana didn't have to spare any of her time, effort or attention to her back. She waded into those wicked men below, battering them back down the stairs with ceaseless, vicious kicks and punches. It was exhausting, but she was winning out of sheer audacity, will power and superior martial abilities.

"Ack! Ms A! Help!" Flag Girl cried out from above.

Spinning around, Ms Americana froze at the sight before her. Dragon Queen was laughing, looking at her seven foot tall ninja holding Flag Girl by her left ankle. He was dangling the hapless and helpless sidekick over the rail. It was a three and a half story drop straight down. Even if she was fully powered by her belt, that kind of fall would most likely kill the sexy teen heroine.

"No! Great Liberty, don't drop her!" Ms Americana cried. "That would be murder."

"Well, I've never actually killed anyone before," Dragon Queen said. "But I'll do ANYTHING to save myself." She smiled wickedly at Ms Americana. "What will you do to save your sexy partner in crime-fighting? Hmmm?"

"Ms Americana, don't make any deals with her!" Flag Girl cried. The ninja let his fingers loosen a bit. "Oh my Goddess!"

"Don't!" Ms Americana cried, suddenly feeling terrified for her sidekick. Then feelings of vulnerability and dread seeped into her heart. "What do you want, Dragon Queen?"

"You," Dragon Queen said. "I want you."

"Oh," she said. Her shapely body began to tingle and her love juices started to flow between her legs. Capture always meant a sound and thorough fucking. Knowing that, her chest tightened up and a knot formed in her slender throat. Unconsciously, Ms Americana rubbed both hands on her thighs, then her flat belly. "We can work something out. Pull Flag Girl back in first."

"No, we'll work something out first," Dragon Queen said. She smiled wickedly. "Mongo, come up here."

The big redhead with the mile long cock started up the stairs. Ms Americana watched him warily, but couldn't stop worrying about Flag Girl. Then Dragon Queen stopped him next to Ms Americana on the stairs.

"Ms Ameri-slut. Take off your top," Dragon Queen commanded.

"No!"

"We'll drop Flag Girl if you say no one more time, or fail to obey my commanded promptly. Understand?"

"But…?"

"Understand?" she demanded, dark eyes flashing.

"Yes," Ms Americana said quietly, humiliated.

"Good girl. Now, take off your top."

Ms Americana glanced at her terrified sidekick, and reached up between her titanic tits. She unfastened her top, and pulled it away.

"Now drop it over the side to fall to the first floor," Dragon Queen said. Ms Americana did as ordered. "Good girl. Kneel before Mongo." Ms Americana reluctantly complied, knowing where this was going. Mongo unzipped and pulled out his eleven inch cock. "Suck him off."

After a brief glance up at Flag Girl, the gorgeous Queen of Justice complied with the evil Dragon Queen's demands, and reached up and took hold of Mongo's enormous dick. She gnawed on her full red lip a second as she gave that monster cock a few firm strokes to get it good and hard. Then she licked her warm red lips, and wrapped them around the head of that cock.

Ms Americana stroked his shaft while she gave him the most intense head she could muster. Within a minute Mongo was groaning and gasping with pleasure. To her shock and surprise, Ms Americana was rather enjoying it as well. She hated her curse sometimes. But as she sucked, licked and rolled her talented tongue around Mongo's cock head, Dragon Queen had her big ninja pull Flag Girl back. Unfortunately, the evil scientist promptly chloroformed the helpless sidekick.

While her ninja stripped Flag Girl's limp body, Dragon Queen turned her attention back to Ms Americana. She walked down the stairs to stand above her and watched with a wicked glint in her dark eyes. More henchmen came back up the stairs to watch with hungry eyes. While above, the ninja that was dangling Flag Girl impaled the unconscious protégé upon his dick, bringing her instantly to awareness.

It took ten minutes of incredible head before Mongo finally lost his battle, and ballooned Ms Americana's cheeks with a huge load of cum. She barely managed to suck it all down without spilling any. Then, after licking him clean, she was ordered to her feet and two other men seized her arms. Dragon Queen stepped down to stand on the step above hers, before she reached around and removed her power belt.

"You are de-powered, my pretty pet," Dragon Queen said. She dangled the all important power belt before Ms Americana's eyes. "Without the right accessories, you aren't a super heroine, but just another bimbo in a skimpy bikini. Now I truly own you."

"You won't get away with this, Dragon Queen," Ms Americana said as one of the men pulled her bottoms down to her ankles, and she was forced to step out of them. It made her belly erupt in butterflies on steroids, because over Dragon Queen's shoulder, on the next landing up, she could see a henchman between Flag Girl's legs banging the bejesus out of the sexy sidekick. Flag Girl's long red booted legs were pointing at the ceiling as she grunted and groaned with each long, powerful thrust. She figured that would soon be her fate. "This outrage will be avenged, if not by me then by another super heroine."

"You mean like you and Flagged Cunt up there are AVENGING what I did to Got Gal, Got Chic, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl?" Dragon Queen said, smirking. She eased up uncomfortably close, then reached out and caressed the helpless heroine's gorgeous girl globes. Ms Americana sharply sucked in her breath as her soft, feminine hands cupped and squeezed her tits. "Oh, please, show me mercy, Ms Ameri-twit. How will you punish me for my crimes next? By gang banging all my boys? Oh, if you must. I'm a big girl, and I'll just let YOU take my medicine."

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" Flag Girl cried. "Oh Goddess, I've been TAMED!"

"Ah, the mating call of the North American Costumed Bimbo," Dragon Queen said, smirking as her henchmen laughed and leered. "Even sweeter than the other eagerly awaited mating call of the college coed -- I'm drunk!"

"You're not funny, Dragon Queen," Ms Americana said.

Flag Girl was hauled to her wobbly feet, her belt was removed and the two vanquished vigilantes were led up to the top floor. First thing, Ms Americana was led to a large round, red leather covered "stool" in the middle of the room. It was easily five to six feet in diameter. She was forced to lie down atop it on her back. Dragon Queen pulled both of her arms out and cuffed them to the steel rings along the kinky furniture's edge. Then she forced Ms Americana's legs up to fasten her ankles to the SAME steel ring as her wrists. So the stunned super heroine found herself in the most sexually vulnerable position of her long storied career -- both legs and arms straight out to her sides and shackled, leaving her pussy and ass raised up and offering easy access to all comers.

Flag Girl, now shaken by what they'd done to her mentor, was led over to a piece of furniture by the wall. Basically, it was a padded bench thrust out at ninety degrees from the wall, with a pair of steel posts rising up a couple feet above at the head next to the wall, and a horizontal steel beam was welded to those two posts. Flag Girl was forced to her back atop the bench, head near the wall and overhead bar. Her arms were pulled up and wide, and locked into manacles hanging off that horizontal bar. Then her legs were forced up and back past her head, and pulled wide. They shackled her ankles to the bar a little further out on the bar than her wrists. Like Ms Americana, the sexy sidekick's pussy and ass were terribly exposed to villainous exploitation. The henchmen finished up by wrapping rope around her midsection, binding her flat on the bench.

Their costumes and belts were dumped in the corner opposite the bound super babes. Dragon Queen cleared the room, so that she was alone with her prisoners. She produced a digital camera, that sent a chill through the trussed up women. After spending a good ten minutes clicking away dozens of pictures of them all tied up kinky sexy, the evil Asian scientist turned Archvillain walked up to Ms Americana and crawled up over her.

"How are we doing, babe?" Dragon Queen said, sitting pretty on Ms Americana's upturned pubic region. The beautiful Asian's red stiletto heeled feet were resting to either side of Ms Americana's head.

"I've had better days," Ms Americana said warily.

"I bet you have, Cock Candy," she said, and reached around to briefly push a long, slender finger up the sexy super heroine's poop chute. Then she smiled evilly at Ms Americana as she lifted up the digital camera. "Bet you can guess what comes next. Hmmm?"

Ms Americana glared at her. In truth, she never felt so weak and vulnerable before. She was utterly helpless, and Dragon Queen could do anything to or with her she wanted. Including unmasking her.

Click! Click!

"Nice pictures. You are so photogenic," Dragon Queen said. "I bet you are absolutely gorgeous without that ugly mask."

She started clicking picture after picture as she reached down, seized the edge of the mask, and slowly peeled it off. Ms Americana was frozen in place, wide-eyed and horrified this could be happening to her. If Dragon Queen recognized her, then she was doomed.

"Brenda Wade? Really?" Dragon Queen said, paused to look at her more closely. "Oh my God, it is Brenda Wade! Wow, talk about killing two birds with one stone. I've taken out two of my most implacable enemies in one fell swoop." She turned to Flag Girl and smiled cruelly. "I guess that answers the question of who Flag Girl is as well." She climbed off Ms Americana and walked over to the stunned sidekick. "Who else could she possibly be, but….," Dragon Queen reached out and ripped off her mask, "…but Lydia Wills, Brenda's beautiful, sweet as pie ward."

"You will pay dearly for this outrage," Ms Americana said as Dragon Queen starting taking pictures of Lydia's face and bound, naked body.

"And who will make me pay? You? I think not," Dragon Queen said. "I know your secret identity, so if you managed to escape I can still blackmail you into submission, at the very least."

"One of the other heroines," Ms Americana said.

"Like who? Got Gal? I unmasked her and took her picture before you rescued all my captured heroines. I sold Ms Tanya O'Donnel and her camera woman, Anita, to King Pimp this morning. That is the true identity of Got Gal and Got Chic, by the way, if you didn't know," Dragon Queen said smugly. "Green Spectre and her lovely daughter suffered a similar fate, except I sold Axanna Morgan to Mistress Tabitha, who was looking for a new bondage slave lover, and I sold her daughter to the pornographer Sara Amanda. Summer started her first porno this afternoon, while her sexy Russian mother was learning the proper way to lick boot at Mistress Tabitha's feet."

The two super heroines just gawked at their captor, shocked and horrified. It just kept getting worse and worse.

"There are other heroines," Flag Girl said, voice cracking emotionally.

"Really?" she said. "Lady Midnight-lay has vanished. Some say the street gang the Bruisers caught her. Jungle Bitch is only interested in her environmental issues, but I'd LOVE a chance to capture that fat-titted bleach blonde. Ditto on Champion Whore and Power Slut. Hell, I'd even like to get my hands on that little bungling wannabe, Azure Angel."

"I don't care to hear your disrespectful comments on my comrades," Ms Americana interrupted. "Rest assured, a super heroine will bring you down some day."

"Maybe. Maybe not," Dragon Queen said, walking over to pull a pair of frightening looking machines out. Both were on rollers. "Fortunately for you girls, I have to be somewhere else shortly. I can't afford to leave any of my bungling boys behind, because they're just men and would likely fall victim to your obvious feminine charms. And you would escape. So I'll leave you something else to occupy your time while I'm gone. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am enjoying doing it to you."

Both were three foot square boxes on small wheels. Each had two extending arms, with ten inch dildos attached to them. Dragon Queen moved the first up beside Ms Americana. She operated the remote control, extending the first arm until the dildo was pressed up against the sexy super heroine's tight sphincter. With a little lubricating jelly and some force, she got that dildo in deep down the Queen of Justice's poop chute. Then the other dildo tipped arm was easily inserted into Ms Americana's well used pussy.

"Oh, did I mention they vibrate?" Dragon Queen said, and pushed the ON button.

"Yyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww!"

"I knew you'd CUM around," Dragon Queen laughed, then turned toward the wild-eyed sidekick. "You're turn, sweet meat."

Within minutes both super heroines were being machine fucked and vibrated into machine gun orgasms. Their minds were clean slates, since neither was capable of coherent thought with such intense, unyielding sensations ripping their bodies and minds apart. Dragon Queen watched for a few minutes, until she was satisfied they were incapable of even thinking about escape, much less in planning and implementing anything. Then she strode out amid their sweet gasps and screams, grunts and groans.

Ms Americana had no idea how long those insidious vibrating dildos abused her helpless body, but it felt like weeks. It was probably less than an hour or two. But when the dual vibrators stopped she looked up in surprised at who her savior was.

One of those out of the pan and into the fire scenarios.

"Mr. Cocks!"

"Yep, Ms Cunt. It's me, your friendly neighborhood pimp," he said, reaching out to caress her exposed and much abused pussy. "I must say, you've never looked lovelier or more enticing."

"Oh, you must be pleased to see us bound up like this and being abused so shamelessly," Ms Americana said, straining at her bindings to no avail. Poor Flag Girl was still being brutalized by the vibrators. "Will you at least turn off the vibrators inside Flag Girl?"

Then she realized that Dragon Queen never put their masks back on their faces. Flag Girl's mask was lying on the floor next to the sex machine. Ms Americana's own blue, star-spangled mask was next to her head.

'I like Flag Cunt just as she is," he said, grinning down at her. "Just as I like you where you are."

Ms Americana tried to envision a scenario where being bound hand and foot, naked and unmasked, and left helpless before that street pimp could be good. It just didn't seem possible to have this turn out well for her. Though he hadn't said anything yet, he had encountered Brenda face to face before, so surely recognized her.

"Well, Brenda," he said, making her grimace, "I guess the question is, whether you want to be my whore or Dragon Queen's experiment."

"You would blackmail Ms Americana?"

"Duh, pimp."

"You vile, soulless monster," she cried, struggling angrily. Then he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a couple pictures. She watched in horror as he sent them somewhere or to someone. She went utterly cold inside, dread freezing her heart and soul. "What have you done?"

"Insurance," he said, watched his phone a moment longer, then smiled. "There. Done. If you do as told, then I'll allow you to lead relatively normal lives."

She didn't really want to know, but had to ask.

"Meaning?"

"I would rather pimp out Ms Americana and Flag Girl, than Brenda Wade and her little fuck toy blonde," Mr. Cocks said. "If you swear upon your sacred word of honor as a WOMAN and super heroine, to serve and obey me, to work for me at night, then I'll allow you and Lydia to continue on as Brenda and Lydia, society darlings."

Ms Americana didn't really have a choice, but she haggled anyway. If they were going to be blackmailed into prostitution, then she had to get the best deal possible. She was basically a business woman when out of costume. In the end, she agreed that she and Flag Girl would work for Mr. Cocks three nights a week dressed as Ms Americana and Flag Girl. In addition, she had to agree to sex on demand, anywhere, anyway, anytime he wanted it. Unfortunately, she had to agree to work until 3 AM that night before he would release her and her sexy protégé.

The pimp released the two super heroines. The first thing they did was put on their masks. Then they gave their sacred oath to serve the pimp faithfully three nights a week in their super heroine personas.

"Hurry up and get dressed and get downstairs," Mr. Cocks demanded.

"What?" Ms Americana said, shocked. "You're not going to fuck us first?"

"I already had you earlier," he said. "And I will have plenty of time to sample all of your charms. So get dressed and get downstairs."

"The belts, too?" Flag Girl said, surprised. She'd expected him to take the power belts.

"Of course, the accessories are what make the super heroine," he said. "That's how we can tell the posers from the real McCoy."

Ms Americana fastened the golden power belt around her narrow waist and an erotic wave of pleasure surged through her statuesque body. She felt super strength, too. Once again, after being royally fucked she was super strong instead of being de-powered. From the look in Flag Girl's eyes she was experiencing the same thing.

"Perfect," Mr. Cocks said, admiring their spectacular costumed bodies. They scowled at him, hearts hammering now that it was finally time to "go to work" for him, and prostituted themselves. "There's not a lot of night left to work, but I still expect you to excel and earn a lot of money for me."

"Forcing us to do THAT disgusting act is just sick," Ms Americana snarled.

He shrugged. "Hey, a pimp's gotta do what a pimp's gotta do."

The sexy super duo preceded the pimp down the stairs. Once on the street, the street people gasped and fearfully backed up a step. Then the pimp appeared behind them, looking hale and happy.

"Fear not, my friends in debauchery, these two sexy super heroines and I have come to an agreement," he called. Then he grinned wickedly. "They will WORK for me and I won't destroy them, utterly and completely. Ms Americana and Flag Girl are TAMED and I am putting them to WORK."

Ms Americana felt her face burning with shame and humiliation as the street people cheered and danced around. How could anyone celebrate HER downfall and the desecration of her super heroine persona?

"How much for a date, Ms Americana?" Joe Hail called. The crack dealer had been roughed up and tossed in jail many times by her and Flag Girl.

Ms Americana's throat tightened and she felt her body started to tingle in that way she understood it was preparing for sex, and that it WANTED it. She swallowed hard to clear the lump in her throat, licked her lips and tried to plaster on a smile.

"Fif-fifty dollars," she stammered.

"Agreed," he said.

With that he took her by the red gloved hand and led her down the street to the nearest hooker hotel. The night manager almost shit himself when she walked in, but rented Joe a room once he was convinced Ms Americana really was turning a trick, and then he was EAGER to rent them a room. As she started up the stairs with Joe, Flag Girl entered the hooker hotel with her first john.

"Money first," she said once they were behind closed doors. She knew all the intricacies of prostitution, since she believed in knowing your enemy. Ms Americana just never believed she would be prostituting herself. It had to be the most degrading job a woman could have. And, he might not have the fifty and she'd be free to leave. But he handed over the agreed upon amount and she accepted it with trembling fingers. "Thank you. Strip and lay down."

She stripped out of her top and bottoms only, and joined the hated pusher on the bed. Pressing herself up against him, she let him start to fondle, kiss and suck on her 44DDs, while she stroked his cock. Once he came, the session was over, whether from masturbation, intercourse or oral. His climax ended her obligations.

It all went faster than she thought it would, though the ten minutes in bed seemed like an eternity. Joe played with her legendary tits for the first five minutes, then she gave him a BJ for a couple more minutes, until he was afraid he would blow his wad. He mounted the Great and Mighty Queen of Justice, and humped her hard for a few more minutes and exploded inside her.

Ms Americana frowned, sort of disappointed she didn't get a climax too.

Mr. Cocks was waiting in the lobby. He'd arranged for the room Joe rented to be hers the rest of the night. Everyone was supremely pleased when she handed the pimp her first fifty dollars as a working hooker. And her next trick was in the lobby waiting, and she took him upstairs.

That continued until three in the morning, when the johns dried up and Mr. Cocks called it a day. Amazingly enough, Flag Girl managed to earn three hundred dollars more by selling "extras." She took fewer men upstairs, spent longer with them, but earned more money overall. Mr. Cocks was pleased and suggest she teach Ms Americana how it was done.

"How do you feel, Flag Girl?" Ms Americana asked as they departed, each licking Mr. Cocks' cum off her lips after they shared a good night blowjob off him, in the lobby while all his friends watched.

"Energized," she said, smiling shamefaced.

"Me, too," the Queen of Justice said. "And I'm super strong, too."

"Yeah, our belts seem to be working in reverse," Flag Girl said.

"I know. I'm starting to think Dragon Queen has dubbed us," Ms Americana said.

"How so?"

"I think the first time she captured us she took our power belts," she said. "I believe she LEFT these belts, belts she created, and not our real power belts."

Flag Girl nodded. "That would make sense."

"Let's test it out," Ms Americana said, taking her pretty protégé by the hand and leading her down a dark alley. At a lighted intersection of alleys, they stopped and faced off. "Let's spar, and see if your strength goes away."

Ms Americana kicked out at her protégé, who blocked that kick and lashed out with a kick of her own. The two sexy super heroines spent the next thirty minutes going at each other, until they were both panting and sweating. And utterly de-powered.

"Feel anything?" Ms Americana said. "Feel anything at all from your belt?"

"No. Nothing," Flag Girl said, panting.

"Good," she said, and took the beautiful blonde by the hand. "Now time for phase two of the test. Sex."

The streets were empty of street people and johns. They wandered around for another forty minutes until they reached the bridge. Makeshift camps were spread under the bridge, where the homeless lived.

"Ewww, homeless men?" Flag Girl said, face screwed up in distaste.

"I agree, but for our purposes cock is cock, no matter what it is attached to," Ms Americana said, also grimacing at the thought. "Besides, who would believe homeless men if they told them we came down and let them bang us?"

Ms Americana led Flag Girl into the middle of the camps. The homeless men were mostly still awake and huddled in small groups around snapping open fires. They silently gawked at the gorgeous girls in their midst. Then the super heroines struck their sexiest super heroine poses and gave them simmering come hither looks.

"You boys looking for a good time?" Ms Americana purred. "So are we. Who is up to the challenge?"

When they didn't move or say anything, Ms Americana reached between her 44DDs and unfastened her top. Pulling it off, she felt her titanic tits drop and bounce. Every crotch she saw suddenly began to bulge. She smiled as she dangled her top a long moment, then tossed it aside. Then she removed her bottoms and tossed them aside.

"It's party time," Ms Americana said, then dropped to her knees and started fondling her own tits. "Mount up, boys."

An old geezer whooped joyfully and shuffled over to Ms Americana. She froze in shock, not expecting THAT. But the others were watching warily. If she denied him, chased him off the others would be scared off as well. So she smiled brightly at grandpa Hornycocks and let him mount her from behind, doggie style.

"Oh, yes," she groaned, actually enjoying the feel of hard cock pushing deep into her pussy. His boney, liver-spotted hands reached around and grabbed her big tits, squeezing and caressing them lovingly. Once he was happily humping the Queen of Justice, a large, heavy set black man walked up, pulled out his cock and shoved it in her face. Ms Americana gobbled it down greedily. "MMmmmmmmmm."

"Holy telephone pole! You're huge!" Flag Girl cried. "Uuuuggghhh, good."

Cutting her baby blues to the right, she spotted Flag Girl on her back in the dirt, a grey-bearded black man between her shapely legs and pounded the crap out of her with the biggest cock she'd ever seen. The sexy sidekick was arching her back, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders and legs spread wide in a perfect split, trying to maximize her pleasure.

There proved to be more willing, even eager, homeless men than anticipated. Likewise, neither considered they might have a problem leaving at will. Or that they might not WANT to stop. So the spent the remaining hours of the night fucking homeless men, and then spent the first few hours of daylight continuing that most pleasurable of activities. Indeed, the two super heroines staggered away well after ten in the morning, but feeling fully charged in the super strength department.

"I think….," Flag Girl said, pausing to shudder, "…that the test was a success."

"You think?" Ms Americana said.

They both laughed and headed for their car.

"After we clean up and get some sleep, we'll go back out tonight, and take Dragon Queen down for once and all time," Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing.

# # #

Ms Americana scowled at the night scene before her. It had been two weeks since she and Flag Girl were last captured and tormented by Dragon Queen. Two weeks of "service" to Mr. Cocks, three nights a week -- Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights.

Two weeks of going out every "free" night, letting unsavory men gang bang them, before looking for Dragon Queen. Unfortunately, they also learned a good fucking only lasted about an hour or two, and then their power bled away. Actually, it started bleeding away the moment sex ended, but within an hour or so they were powerless again, and that required more sex. In a way, they kind of enjoyed their "hooking" nights.

Dragon Queen hadn't left Delta City. That was a fact. Jungle Babe was missing now, and word was Dragon Queen had her. Also, Champion Girl and Azure Angel were missing after telling Ms Americana they were going to check out a clue. Not a word from either of them since, and that was three days ago.

As Dragon Queen indicated last they spoke, Got Gal and Green Spectre were lost, sold into white slavery, along with their sexy sidekicks. After taking out Dragon Queen, they would see about rescuing their fallen comrades.

"Our street cred is crap," Flag Girl grumbled.

Ms Americana nodded. No one in Sugar Town was afraid of them anymore. EVERYONE in that seedy red light district knew they hooked for Mr. Cocks "on the side." They also knew that on their nights "off" they would bang just about anything with a cock, though they didn't know why the two formerly chaste super heroines had turned into raving sex hungry tramps. As it was, instead of running and hiding at the site of them pimps and pushers were instead offering up their stud services. And more often than they liked to think about, they took them up on the offer. It was better to have occasional sex every twenty to thirty minutes than to wait until de-powered and get gang banged. Easier and quicker, anyway.

"I know," she said, frowning. She could feel her super strength fading. It was time to get humped again. She looked around for some men. It wasn't hard to find them in Sugar Town at midnight. "Time to recharge…what about those five men over there?"

"They're johns," Flag Girl said, then looked closer. Johns were harder to lure into sex than Sugar Towners, since most ordinary citizens didn't know of the dynamic duo's sexy change. Johns think they are trying to scam them, or mug them by luring them into a trap with promises of free sex. "Oh, no, not them. Never them. I go to college with all of them. Geeks and freaks. They mock me all the time. They call me bimbo and other nasty things."

"Great Liberty! Look!" Ms Americana pointed at a parked panel truck.

Men were loading long wooden crates into the truck from a door between two peep show businesses. The door opened onto a stair going up to the rooms above. Standing just inside that door was Dragon Queen, supervising.

"We got her!" Flag Girl cried, smacking her dainty fist into her other hand as she bright blue eyes flashed with an evil glint. "Vengeance is ours!"

Dragon Queen spotted them before they got halfway across the street. She shouted a warning and closed the door. The four men outside the door turned and scowled at the sexy super heroines racing towards them.

"Back for more of our cock action, super sluts?" one growled. It was giant, redheaded Mongo. He leered at their bouncing tits as they ran up to them. "Mongo like big, fat-titted whores."

Enraged, Ms Americana tried to kick his nuts into his throat first thing. To her surprise, the huge redhead caught her foot inches from his sensitive stones. And he held onto that foot, leaving her vulnerable and helpless. If not for Flag Girl beating the other three hoodlums back she would've surely been captured.

"Back, fiends!" Flag Girl cried, turning into a red, white and blue whirlwind of vicious kicks, punches and backhands.

Meantime, Mongo pushed the Queen of Justice backwards, forcing her to hop furiously to maintain her one foot. He pushed her back into the door Dragon Queen closed and locked. She feared someone would be there, to open it and snatch her up. But it remained closed, but her situation only deteriorated.

"Mongo will pound now," Mongo said, grinning stupidly.

A massive fist slammed into her face. Then into her left boob, and then the right. He held onto her foot with his left hand as he beat her with the right. The thug's reach was so long he remained safely out of her reach as he pounded the bejesus out of her.

"Uuggh, Great Liberty, he's beating me into submission," she cried. Then, in a last ditch effort to escape her fate, Ms Americana gave a little hop, and KICKED up with her other foot. She surprised the evil henchman with a powerful kick to the chin. "Yes!"

Mongo staggered back, releasing her foot. She charged after him, and took him down with a swift kick to the groin. Then smoke grenades dropped from above bounced around them. At least three.

"Run!" Ms Americana cried.

The statuesque super heroines split up and ran as fast as they could. Neither of them believed it was just plain smoke. Villains threw sleeping gas to take out super heroines. They wouldn't be caught so easily, though.

Once a safe distance away, Ms Americana stopped and turned around. Flag Girl was about a block away from her, also looking back at the scene of their little fray. To their surprise and anger, Dragon Queen quickly led her followers out the door and into the panel truck. No gas masks. They left their fallen cohorts where they lay, and the truck took off at high speed. Flag Girl had to duck into an alley to avoid being run down.

Ms Americana didn't hesitate. She raced back to her car, just a dozen feet back up a dark alley. Seconds later she roared to a stop next to Flag Girl, who hopped in. Then the Queen of Justice raced after Dragon Queen. The panel truck was tall and distinctive, so the super heroines could hang back and follow stealthily. And follow they did, right down to Lower Saxony, and Dragon Queen's hideout.

Lower Saxony was another red light district in Delta City. It was much smaller than Sugar Town, and frequented by the dregs of society only. The area was in a flood plain, inhabited by crack houses and worked by drug dealers and crack whores. The police didn't patrol there, letting the street gang, the Savages, do that. Well, in truth the Savages' "police" actions were called "protection."

"There they are," Ms Americana said, studying the two-story wood frame house warily.

"No telling how many are in there," Flag Girl said. "And I'm de-powered again."

"Me, too," Ms Americana said, and sighed gustily. Would the indignities never end? "I guess we have no choice but to get our sweet round rumps banged before we go in."

Flag Girl sighed to, but hers almost sounded anticipatory. "Looks like."

They hid the car and headed down to Saxony Avenue, for which the area took its name. Everywhere they looked were sullen faces, glaring at them. No one ran. No one lit up at the sight of them. It was a very depressed area. Super heroines in the area were never welcomed, or appreciated.

"Look who is out slumming, boys," Big John called. He was big, black and violent looking. The founder and president of the Savages glared at them, wearing a dirty, torn white tank top and jeans. Another nine members of his gang of street thugs gathered behind him, crossing their arms and glaring hostilely at the beautiful super heroines. "Everyone's behaving down here, Ms Americana, so I suggest you and Flag Child move out and go back to the right side of the tracks."

Ms Americana fought the urge to tense up. Truth was, without her super strength Big John and the Savages terrified her. Flag Girl's eyes went wide at their encounter, but the Queen of Justice managed to spread a naughty smile across her beautiful masked face.

"We're not here to cause trouble, Big John," she purred prettily. She gave him a smoldering look. "We're here, as you so succinctly said, SLUMMING."

That surprised Big John and the Savages.

"That's right," Flag Girl piped in, voice an octave higher than normal in her fear. "Us…um…us super heroines get super…horny."

"That's right," Ms Americana said. "You can imagine that just anyone cannot satisfy US. We need special men to do that. Think you and your boys are up to the task, Big John?"

"You want to bang all of us?" he said, incredulous.

"Gang banged by gang bangers is the best sex," Flag Girl said, swallowing hard as her ardor started to grow.

Ms Americana felt her own body changing, becoming tingly with butterflies fluttering. She licked full red lips, took a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm her hammering heart, and put more heat into her sultry stare. Big John and the Savages were clearly aroused by the prospect of bang the two super babes, but they were hesitating. Probably suspecting a trap of some sort.

"See anything you like," Ms Americana said, reaching up and removing her top. Just like the homeless men a couple weeks back, they had to be enticed in the most base manner imaginable before they would act. Their eyes almost bugged out at the sight of her naked bouncing boobs. Then Flag Girl pulled off her top and smiled wantonly at them. "If you do, take it. Savor it."

"I heard you two were getting wild and wicked up in Sugar Town, but thought it was just stupid wish gossip," Big John said, voice husky. "Are you also hooking for Mr. Cocks? I heard that, too."

"Yes. He's blackmailing us, of course, but we've learned to enjoy it," Ms Americana said, noticing that admission had the desired affect on the young men. They were one and all horny as hell. "We love it so much, we have to go out and give it up for free on our off nights."

"Sugar Towners can fuck us stupid real fast," Flag Girl said. "Let's see what the boys in Lower Saxony can do."

The Savages didn't need anymore encouragement. Big John grabbed Ms Americana's right hand and jerked her nearly off her feet. Then he ran back down the alley, pulling her along with her 44DDs bouncing wildly as she ran. Flag Girl was also grabbed and ran back down the alley. They were taken to the back of a crack house, and into a large bedroom filled with filthy looking beds and dirty looking men and women.

"Out!" Big John commanded, and the crack addicts were chased out.

"Where's Flag Girl?" Ms Americana said, noticing only Big John and four others came in the room with her.

"Another room," Big John said.

He signaled and two Savages grabbed her arms and held tight. They had no intention of letting her wiggle out of her promise of sex. Despite her need for sex, Ms Americana did struggle in their grasp. Until Big John grabbed her titanic tits and started squeezing, caressing, pinching, licking and kissing and sucking nipple.

"Hhhhhuuuuummmm, oh, yes. Yes, baby, yes," she groaned wantonly, throwing her head around and whipping her silky black hair. Then his lips claimed hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm. Uummmgghh."

The four Savage came up behind her, and pulled her bottoms off. Then, to her shock and horror, he easily removed her power belt.

"The bitch is de-powered," that last man said smugly. "Now we can go to town on her arrogant white ass."

Ms Americana was borne down onto the nearest bed, rank with the stench of unwashed men and women, urine and vomit. Worse, she was laying atop a wet spot. She didn't have long to think about that, for Big John pulled out a ten inch cock. Thick and black, it oozed a drop of thick pre-cum. She swallowed hard and couldn't take her eyes off it as he guided up to her bikini waxed pussy, and then thrust deep inside.

"Uuugghhh," the sexy super heroine groaned, back arching. "Oh, Goddess Invincible, that hit the spot. Oooh, yes."

"What a raging slut," one of the Savages said.

The Queen of Justice was quickly reduced to a shapely panting sex maniac by the head gang banger's ruthless cock. He fucked her long and hard. He mauled her sensitive tits the whole time, showing a remarkable talent for given extreme pleasure while performing violent sex acts. Her body quickly became infused with erotic heat, searing her soul.

"Great Liberty, he might tame me!" she cried, and felt the orgasm reach critical mass. "Goddess, it's a big one! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Big John picked her up like a rag doll, and flipped her over onto all fours on the bed. His pumping cock never left her cunt. As he continued to fuck her doggie style, the man that stripped her of bottoms and belt moved up to her face, his cock fully erect. Her mouth watered at the sight of that big, beautiful penis.

"Yummy," she said, and opened wide. He laughed as he shoved it deep into her eager mouth. "Hhhhmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmuuggghhh."

"Jesus, look at the bitch suck!" another Savage said. "What a whore."

"Super whore," another said.

"Totally fucked whore," Big John said, and pulled out of her pussy. She felt his sticky wet cock head slide upwards, find her unprotected sphincter, and thrust in. "Not to mention SODOMIZED."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhh!" she cried around the thick cock in her mouth. The pain was piercing and strength sapping. He was way too thick and long to fuck her ass, but fuck it he did.

"She took that well," Big John said. "I heard super heroine types could take anything anyone dished out in the bedroom, and that they enjoyed it more than anyone else. They like it rough, and the rougher the better."

"Mmmmmmm," Ms Americana groaned in answer. At the moment, she had to agree. Later, she might change her mind. But right then, she was in sexual heaven, and another monster climax ripped through her shapely body. "Uuuuuugggggggggghhhhh!"

Big John fucked her for forty minutes without let up, switching ever few minutes between her ass and pussy. By the time he finished, she'd sucked off the other three Savages. Then, when he finally came deep up her ass, he let her milk him dry, then pulled out with a loud POP.

Ms Americana was turned around on the bed, still on all fours, and Big John thrust his skanky cock in her face. The thoroughly debauched and satisfied Queen of Justice didn't hesitate, didn't consider her actions. She took his cock in one hand to stabilize it, and started licking. Licking him clean. Ms Americana licked Big John's big black cock from head to balls, and back again, over and over, until he was cleaned meticulously. Then she licked his balls clean, sucked on them long and hard, before sucking down his cock and giving him the best deep throat he ever had, and creamed her mouth good.

Then she spent the next hour and a half satisfying the other three men, before the two groups traded super heroines and it all started over. In all, the two sexy super heroines spent seven hours with the Savages and left with big grins on their pretty faces.

"I feel INVINCIBLE!" Flag Girl cried as their returned to the car. "Let's go kick Dragon Queen butt."

"I'm with you on that, my pretty protégé," Ms Americana said, laughing. The Savages, one and all, fucked like pimps. Long and hard, with bitch taming endurance. "I haven't felt this energized since we got banged brainless by those five hundred homeless bums."]

"Ha! Yes, it did feel like there a lot of them, didn't it?"

And then they were at Dragon Queen's house. Without thought or hesitation, the vivacious vigilante vixens charged in, kicking down the front door. A dozen men jumped to their feet. They had been in the middle of gang banging Jungle Babe. The gorgeous platinum blonde was tied backwards on a stool, her wrists and ankles pulled up under the stool and bound together kinkily. She was glassy-eyed and her rock hard, flat belly was quivering from being climaxed over and over.

"Vengeance!" Flag Girl cried, plowing into those hated men.

"Know the wrath of Ms Americana!" the Queen of Justice cried.

In less than five minutes all the men were down. They paused only long enough to free Jungle Babe of her bindings. She said she'd tie the men up while they went after Dragon Queen who was upstairs abusing Azure Angle. Apparently, they came from rival families back in Asia.

Within seconds the two shapely super heroines were racing up the stairs. They found Azure Angle stripped completely naked and suspended spread-eagle from the ceiling by her wrists, with her ankles bound and tied to rings in the floor. The beautiful Asian scientist, Dragon Queen, was decked out in tight red leather, from chin to feet. A crimson dominatrix. She was administering a vicious looking cat-o-nines whipping to every square inch of her sexy super heroine foe's shapely, sweat shiny body.

Imagine Dragon Queen's surprise when those two charged in.

"Dragon Queen, you're going down!" Ms Americana cried, baby blues flashing victoriously.

"I am? Brenda?" she said, stunning the sexy super heroines. "Do you think that wise? What about you, Lydia?" she smiled cruelly. "I am what you American's would call…a TATTLETALE."

In all of the excitement both super heroines forgot Dragon Queen knew there secret identities. They froze wide-eyed, horrified and terrified. The sexy Asian Scientist lashed out with the cat-o-nines across their gorgeous, scantily clad bodies, sending searing waves of pain through them. Mind numbing pain.

Then Ms Americana remembered she kept a very special kit in the trunk of her car, just for such an emergency. When Dragon Queen's whip lash out at her again, the tall and shapely Queen of Justice seized it, and yanked hard. Dragon Queen, teetering atop six in spiked heels, came stumbling into her arms from the unexpected move.

"But I know who you are!" she cried. "I'll tell everyone! I'll tell….Uuugghhh."

A knee to the groin shut her up for the moment.

"Flag Girl, run down and fetch the memory kit," Ms Americana said, grinning. "I think Dragon Queen and her ninjas need to forget the secret identities of Azure Angel and Jungle Babe, as well as our own."

"Oh yes! I'm on it, Ms A!"

As the perky blonde sidekick hurried out of the room, Ms Americana used Dragon Queen's cat-o-nine to tie her wrists together. Jerking her head back by her long, black hair, the Queen of Justice enjoyed the look of terror on the face of the infamous Dragon Queen.

"The best part is, even though you captured Flag Girl and I, you never got to experiment on us, or use us as brood mares for your sicko mutant plants and animals," she sneered. Then her baby blues grew fierce. "But you may end up UNDER one of your horny plants, IF you don't tell me right now where my REAL power belt is located."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Why not? Afterwards, I can wipe away the memory of ME putting you there, and the police would think your own men turned against you. OR, that you were too arrogant and got caught by one of your own experiments," she said, ginning evilly. "In fact, I like the idea. A little eye for an eye….tit for tat, you know?"

After that, Dragon Queen was very cooperative. They got back their real power belts, which were useless to them at the moment. In fact, after all the fighting and interrogation of Dragon Queen, the belts she tricked them into wearing were powerless, too.

After stashing their real power belts in their car, and getting Jungle Babe and Azure Angle sent off to that special clinic, they called the police. Soon, the front yard was filled with police and news people. It was many hours before they could tear themselves away.

"Wow, we don't have to hand ourselves over to oversexed men for super power anymore," Flag Girl said, sounding wistful as they drove home.

"Yeah. That's good," Ms Americana said. "But…we'll keep these belts as back up….just in case. You never know when a couple girls like us will need them. You know?"

Flag Girl smiled, "Oh, I know. And I whole-heartedly agree. A modern twenty-first century super heroine needs the right accessories."

THE END