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Ms Americana, Flag Girl and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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MS AMERICANA: THE TRAP

By Dark One

Ms Americana and Flag Girl watched the drug deal go down in an alley two stories below them. On one side stood Erica Sambino and the Sambino Family. On the other, their rivals Jacob Samson and the Samson Family. Erica supplanted Jacob as Delta City’s Boss of Bosses a few years back, and they’d been at each others’ throat every since. Word on the street said that Erica was making a peace offering, to bring the Samson Family in line under her reign.

“Don’t you think a cake or a nice car would’ve made a better peace offer than illegal drugs, Ms Americana?” Flag Girl said.

The beautiful nineteen year old sidekick grinned at her beloved mentor. Ms Americana smiled back, amused by her quip. The perky blonde in red, white and blue and silky blonde pigtails always tried to please, in everything she did both in and out of costume. She was, also, a straight A student in college.

Both super heroines dressed in red, white and blue. Stars and stripes was their patriotic theme. Ms Americana’s six foot one inch, voluptuous body was dressed much more scantily, in a strapless bikini and thong, with red stiletto calf boots, matching gauntlet gloves, blue choker and blue star spangled mask. Flag Girl wore a sleeveless top, with a large round cutout over her deep cleavage, which was a star-spangled blue. Her short-shorts were red and white vertically stripped, and she wore red calf boots and blue gauntlet gloves and a plain blue mask. Both women wore shiny golden power belts, that enabled their spectacular bodies to utilize their natural super heroine powers of great strength and endurance, among other things. Ms Americana also wore a gold tiara above her mask.

“I’ve seen enough,” Ms Americana said. “There are only ten men, and the two bosses. No problem for a couple super heroines like us, my sexy protégé.”

“I’m ready, Ms A. Ready to kick mobster butt,” Flag Girl said, pumping her fist.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl leaped off the building. The instant they jumped all faces below snapped up. Ms Americana smiled. She suspected they were all wetting their pants. She was the premier super heroine in Delta City, and with Flag Girl the top crime fighting team in the city as well. They ate mobsters for breakfast.

“Right on time,” Erica said, grinning. “Get them!”

Ms Americana and Flag Girl landed between the two groups. None of them bothered pulling guns, since everyone knew firearms were useless against that dynamic duo.

“Halt in the name of the Law!” Ms Americana cried imperiously. “This Ms Americana and Flag Girl demand!”

“Your demanding days are over, Sweetie,” Erica said way too smugly.

Erica and Jacob, the two bosses, each lifted a water balloon. And threw them at the sexy super heroines. Ms Americana was hit in the face by Erica, and Jacob got Flag Girl in the chest.

“That’s it? Water ballooooohhhh…what?!?”

“Holy Sleeeepy….time, Ms A…chlo…Uuugggh.”

Ms Americana realized too late she was drenched in chloroform, and as it evaporated off her hot, shapely body the fumes were inescapable for the gorgeous super heroine. Within seconds Flag Girl sank to her knees, though continued to struggle against the heady fumes. Ms Americana managed to take two steps, before she dropped to her knees before Erica.

Erica smiled, loving the look of utter disbelief on Ms Americana’s masked face.

“Since you got the tip I so craftily planted, you know I am giving Jacob and the Samson Family a Peace Offering,” Erica said. “I promised them YOU.”

“You…fiend…they will rape…me,” Ms Americana whispered, and passed out face down and head between Erica’s feet.

“I know,” Erica said, reached down and removed the sexy super heroine’s power belt. She looked up at Jacob, looking so horny and eager to start ravishing their statuesque bodies. “The two super bimbos are yours, my friend. I get their costumes, as battle trophies.”

“Great. I’d rather MOUNT Ms Americana’s hot twat, than mount her framed costume on the wall,” Jacob said. “But before you take her costume and unmask her, let’s enjoy their bodies. Once they are unmasked they’ll stop being super heroines, and just become sexy fuck meat for me and my boys.”

“That’s fine by me,” Erica said. “I’d love to watch those two stuck up, holier than thou bitches get their fat asses reamed. Mind if my boys join in?”

“Hey, the more the merrier,” Jacob said.

Ms Americana was picked up and tossed onto the hood of Jacob’s limo, and Flag Girl atop the hood of Erica’s limo. Their tops and bottoms were pulled off and given to Erica, then she watched seventy-five year old Jacob Samson mount Ms Americana, while her own bodyguard Big Mike mounted Flag Girl.

“Uuuuggghhh,” Ms Americana groaned. The fumes from the rapidly evaporating chloroform kept her weak and discombobulated, despite the intense stimulation she was getting from being fucked. It was a challenge just to focus her baby blues on her ravisher. “Great Liberty, I’ve been captured and depowered!” Two mob goons, one on each arm, held her down while their boss humped her. The sexy super heroine’s titanic tits jostled up and down in time with Jacob’s pumping, while her dizzy head lolled about, from side to side. “Jacob! How dare…agghh….stop. You fiend, I’ll get you for this….aaaaaaghhhh.”

Jacob increased the rate of his strokes, then grabbed two handfuls of firm, white titty meat. Her 38Gs were incredible, and he enjoyed them to the upmost. After motorboating her silky smooth pair, he squeezed, pinched and gnawed on her tits and nipples with wild abandon.

“You are mine, Ms Americana. After all these years of suffering at your hands, now I will own you body and soul,” Jacob snarled.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried, feeling her body change. A monster climax was building, and fast. The chloroform befuddled her mind so much she was completely helpless, unable to mount even a token emotional defense. “Ugh! Oh! Agh! Oh. Oh. Oh….aaggh.”

“Fuck her, Jacob,” Erica cried, dark eyes filled with wicked glee to see her arch nemesis brought down. “She’s almost there. Force her to climax, and her pretty little mind will snap.”

“I know,” he grunted as he thrust madly into her hot, wet cunt. “She will become a wanton sex maniac once we get her climaxing.”

Ms Americana couldn’t believe her predicament, and worse, they KNEW about the curse that afflicted her and all super heroines. Sex would destroy them. And her body was at the brink of the first of many climaxes to come, of that she was sure.

Within seconds she felt her body reach it’s limit, and an awesomely powerful climax explode deep within her curvaceous body. The statuesque beauty mounted a pathetic attempt to squelch it, but only managed tiny animal noises, fingers clawing at air and toes curling up within shiny red boots.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, her mind spinning out of control. “Great Liberty, I am TAMED! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee!”

“Ms Americanaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl cried, the climax wiping her beautiful young mind clean. “Ugh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhh!”

Jacob pulled out, flipped Ms Americana over and thrust back up into her poop chute.

“Yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww!”

“Ride’em cowboy,” Erica said. “Yee-hai!”

“Hurts…too…much….Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!”

The legendary Queen of Justice felt the last vestiges of her iron will slip away into nothing. Jacob continued to pump madly into her ass, but grabbed a fistful of silky black hair, and yanked her head back. Looking down into her face, he watched the defiance bleed from her face. He watched self control and pride leave as well. Ms Americana was in full animal horny mode, and he grinned at the sight.

“My victory is complete!” Jacob cried, as he emptied deep inside the legendary super heroine. “Ms Americana is defeated and my sex slave!”

Erica watched, all tingly inside, for two hours while Jacob and ten mob goons fucked every orifice of Ms Americana’s and Flag Girl’s spectacular bodies. After Jacob and Big Mike, neither curvaceous vixen put up any more fight. They gave as good as they got, and then some.

“That was fun,” Jacob said, panting. “I haven’t fucked that much in twenty years. Strip them, boys, and let’s take them home.”

Ms Americana and Flag Girl were forced to their knees before him. The mob boss grinned down at the panting, glassy-eyed super heroines. Their statuesque bodies were shiny with sweat and cum dripped off their chins and tits, and oozed out of their butt holes and pussies. They were the epitome of debauchery, the epitome of defeated super heroines.

“Let’s find out who has been hiding behind that famous mask,” Jacob said.

“Do you mind if I unmask them?” Erica said. “It’s a dream of mine.”

“Oh, no, Erica. I’ve been waiting too long for this,” Jacob said. “You can have their masks and costumes, but I get to strip them out of said super heroine attire.”

He lifted Ms Americana’s chin with a finger. She looked up, gulped but said nothing. It looked like she was trying for defiant, but just managed bleary-eyed acceptance. So Jacob Samson, pinched one side of her mask, left of her left eye, and started pulling. Everyone gasped, knowing it was a momentous occasion. Super heroines of Ms Americana’s fame and stature rarely fell.

“Ms Americana is Brenda Wade!” Jacob cried. “I just acquired the Wade Fortune, boys! Five fucking billion dollars!”

“What?!? Wait,” Erica said. “You mean we’ll share her fortune.”

“No. She’s mine. You agreed. All you wanted, Erica Dearest, was their skimpy costumes, to frame and display in your trophy room,” Jacob said smugly. “And that’s all you’ll get, too. Live with it.”

“Like Hell I will,” Erica snarled. “Take them, boys!”

“Get those back-stabbing Sambinos, boys!” Jacob cried.

The two soiled super heroines were momentarily forgotten, as vicious fighting broke out. Ms Americana watched with uncomprehending eyes for a few minutes, then her legendary super heroine healing started showing. Soon her scrambled mind cleared, and she understood exactly what was happening. Twelve mobsters, from rival Families, were fighting over ownership of her and Flag Girl.

“Let’s get them, Ms A,” Flag Girl said, starting to get up.

“No,” Ms Americana said. “We’re still weak. Let them beat each other to a pulp, and we’ll clean up afterwards.”

They sat there between the limos, while the Samson Family slowly gained the advantage over the Sambinos. Finally, the last Sambino thug fell unconscious, and Jacob still had one goon standing. Erica looked at them with big brown eyes.

“Kneel, Erica,” Jacob commanded. “You are now my slave. My SEX slave.”

Jacob’s last goon seized the vanquished Boss of Bosses and dragged her before his Boss, and the new Boss of Bosses. She was quickly and expertly stripped and forced to kneel. Ms Americana grinned when Erica opened wide and sucked Jacob’s cock down. She had to contain Flag Girl a little longer, waiting for the best part.

“Aagh, yes! Swallow, Erica, swallow it all you skanky whore,” Jacob commanded. “Haha! I own Ms Americana, Flag Girl AND Erica Sambino!”

“Not so fast, miscreant,” Ms Americana said, leaping to her feet.

The Samson goon charged her. She flipped him over her hip, and Flag Girl kicked him in the head. Five times. He was out after the third kick, but she was working through a few issues.

“Fuck,” Jacob said. “You wouldn’t hit an old man, would you?”

“You’re surrendering?” Ms Americana said.

“Of course. I have great lawyers, and I know your secret identities,” he said. “I’m eager to speak to the police, the DA and the MEDIA.”

“I see,” Ms Americana said, nodding sagely. “How about you, Erica? Will you surrender peacefully?”

“Oh yeah,” she said, grinning. “Jacob and I might be going to jail for a couple hours, but no charges will ever stick. You, on the other hand, have entered super heroine hell. Soon everyone will know your secret identities.”

“Excellent,” Ms Americana said. “Help me tie them up, Flag Girl.”

While Jacob and Erica taunted them with their coming demise, Ms Americana and Flag Girl bound them hand and foot, then tied up all of the unconscious goons. Once that was done, they collected their costumes and power belts and dressed.

“Anything, Flag Girl?” Ms Americana said.

“Nothing, Ms A,” she said, scowling. “All that sex left me completely depowered.”

“Oh well, in a couple of days our pent up sexual frustrations will build up enough to power our belts,” Ms Americana said. “Go fetch the kit, okay?”

“My pleasure, Ms A!”

“Kit?” Erica said, looking at her with utter contempt.

Ms Americana only smiled.

A few minutes later Flag Girl drove the Americana Mobile up, got out and popped the trunk. She removed an attaché case. When she opened it, they saw it was filled with bottles and syringes.

“What is that?” Jacob said, starting to look worried. “You’re not going to give us lethal injections, and try to pass it off as dying of natural causes, are you?”

“See how the truly wicked criminal minds work, Flag Girl?” Ms Americana said. She signed deeply. “We are super heroines, superior women, and above such base crimes and MURDER, Mr. Samson. No, these are memory drugs.”

“More specifically, memory WIPING drugs,” Flag Girl said, wagging her perfectly plucked brows at them. “We’re going to wipe your memory of this day.”

“So when you wake up, you won’t remember who our secret identities are,” Ms Americana said. “Flag Girl, if you’ll wipe Erica’s memory, I want to do Jacob, after he did me so well.”

THE END