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Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Azure Angel, Champion Girl and Amazing Babe are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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MS AMERICANA: THE TROPHY ROOM

By Dark One

"You won’t get away with this, Erica," Green Spectre growled, glaring daggers through tousled blonde hair. She struggled, her massive naked tits bouncing all around enticingly. "One day I'll wipe that grin off your face."

Erica Sambino, Delta City's boss of bosses, stood before the pair of captured crime fighters and grinned. It was a good night's work. First, she'd made over twenty-five million on a drug deal, then Green Spectre and Spectre Girl had shown up to catch her red handed. Her boys took the fat-titted super heroine's down after a ten minute long fight, then proceeded to spend the next three hours gang banging the two statuesque beauties stupid. Now the sexy, cum-splattered super heroine and her sidekick stood before her, shapely bodies glistening with sweat, tits bouncing, struggling desperately, but hers to do with as she pleases.

"First things first, ladies," Erica said, stepping between the helpless blonde beauties. "We see who is hiding behind those masks. Then we add you to our trophy room."

"Masks?" Green Spectre said with a squeaky, fear filled voice.

"Trophy room?" Spectre Girl said, big blue eyes wide with shock.

“We have something new, and you’ll be the first super bimbos we test it on,” Erica said. The sexy dark-haired mob boss cupped their cheeks in her hands, her full red lips curling into the biggest self-satisfied grin possible. “I’m going to put you both on display in my trophy room, inside suspended animation tubes.”

“Oh, you vile….monster!” Green Spectre cried, hazel eyes wide as Erica’s soft hand slide higher up her beautiful masked face, and took hold of her all important mask. “Wait! Not the mask!”

“Please no!” Spectre Girl whispered hoarsely, her throat raw from screaming out uncounted climaxes for the past three hours.

“With this simple act, I strip away your super heroine status, and make you both into pathetic fuck toys and TROPHIES,” Erica said, as she slowly peeled away their masks. She did a double take. “Axanna? Really? You’re Axanna Morgan and her snot-nosed brat?” Erica grabbed Axanna’s super model gorgeous face in both hands, and kissed her full on the lips. “This is GREAT! I will take over Morgan Media, too!”

“You won’t get away with this, Erica,” the vanquished super heroine said, hazel eyes flashing defiance. “By destroying us you incur the holy wrath of the other Delta City super heroines.”

The sexy mobster, dressed in tight black leather mini-dress, fishnets and stiletto pumps just laughed. “Okay, boys, chloroform their fat asses, tie them up and toss them in the trunk. We’re going home to celebrate our victory. Again.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Eighteen months later…

Ms Americana stuck a pose atop the old, abandoned warehouse. Light from downtown illuminated the legendary super heroine’s statuesque body, skimpily attired in a patriotic-themed strapless bikini, with star-spangled blue mask, matching choker, red gauntlet gloves and red stiletto calf boots with a white strip from the toe up the shin. She accessorized with red star earrings, golden tiara and golden power belt around her narrow waist, and resting atop her well rounded womanly hips. Full, glossy red lips spread wide in a triumphant smile as she watched the drug deal go down below.

“Caught you red handed,” she shouted and leapt off the building.

“What the…?!?” someone cried below. “Oh shit, Ms Americana! Run!”

The super sexy super heroine hit the concrete with a loud stiletto CRACK, and took off running after them.

“You cannot escape justice or ME!” Ms Americana cried.

The drug dealers were running toward a shiny black Chevy Tahoe at the end of the alley, parked so it could drive straight out. As they approached from the rear of the SUV, they looked back over their shoulders. The voluptuous vigilante smiled as she raced after them, seeing the fear in their eyes. They knew that if they stopped to get into the Tahoe, she would catch them. So did they continue to run and split up, with the hope some of them would escape? Or did they stop and fight, and all know brutal defeat?

They chose flight over fight.

As she approached the Tahoe, they reached the street beyond and split into two groups. That angered her enough to shout, “You can run, but you can’t…” The door opened suddenly, and Ms Americana ran into the end of the open door head first. “Oooff!”

The curvaceous super heroine was running as fast as she could at the time, so hit with incredible power. It was enough to knock the legendary Queen of Justice unconscious. She was out before she hit the ground.

“Oopsie. Was that my fault?” Erica Sambino said, grinning with wicked delight at the helpless heroine sprawled on her back at the mob boss’s black booted feet. “What a delightful bonus to a very profitable evening.”

“How’d we do, Boss?” Dino asked as the mob thugs returned, a little out of breath but looking happy.

“Perfect,” Erica said. “The big-breasted bimbo fell for it hook, line and sinker. These bimbos usually inadvertently screw up my little traps, but not this time. Doesn’t she look sweet and innocent like that?”

“It’s not easy to look sweet and innocent while dressed like a horny hooker,” Big Mike said. The seven foot tall, four hundred pound mob bodyguard reached down, unsnapped Ms Americana’s strapless top between her tits, and pulled it off. Her massive 38Gs spread wide, quivering in firm titty deliciousness. Then Dino pulled her matching thong bottoms down mile long legs, revealing her tiny bikini waxed pubic patch. That tiny triangle pointed straight down to her glistening, bubblegum pink pussy lips. “That’s better. I like my super heroines naked and open to exploitation.”

“I guess you boys are eager to plant your seed in her fertile fields,” Erica said. She pushed the pointy toe of her shiny black boot into Ms Americana’s snatch, penetrating a couple inches. When she pulled the boot back, the sexy heroine’s pussy juices dripped off the tip of her toe. “Wow, even unconscious this super bimbo is hot and horny.”

“Uuggh,” Ms Americana groaned softly, starting to writhe sexily before them.

“They recover pretty damn fast,” Big Mike said. He unzipped. “Best to get this party started. I want to see her face when she realizes she’s been defeated, captured and getting fucked.”

Big Mike knelt between her knees, lifted her red booted feet high and spread them wide. Then he lowered himself and pushed his thick cock into her waiting twat. The statuesque beauty beneath him sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back as he penetrated her most intimate orifice. The huge goon savored the feel of his thick dick pushing deep into her hot moistness, spreading her super tight twat wide. Her red gloved hands grabbed his wide shoulders, holding on tightly as her feet rose up and pointed her toes at the heavens.

“How wanton is Ms Americana?” Erica said. “How can she not know she is a natural born slut and a half?”

“Ooooooooh. Hhhmmmmmggghh,” Ms Americana groaned low, her baby blues fluttering open. “Sooo…oooooh.” Then her beautiful eyes spread wide in shock. “Great Liberty! I’ve been captured!” Big Mike started a slow, deep and steady pounding of her achy, tingly snatch. “Too big. Take it out…before…..aaaaaaagghhh. I can’t….ooooh.”

“I think we caught the Queen of Sluts with her emotional defenses down, boys,” Erica said. She grinned down as Ms Americana slanted her eyes toward her. They locked eyes, and Erica felt a jolt go through her. Ms Americana’s horniness was contagious. And they both knew Erica had WON. They were inside the legendary vigilante’s physical and emotional guard, and she was going down fast. “Just to let you know, and contemplate as we fuck you stupid, but we captured you so much easier than the others. Even Azure Angel put up more fight than you. Now just relax and submit, and enjoy our victory celebration.”

Ms Americana couldn’t believe it. One moment she was giving chase, basking in her glory, and the next she wakes up to find herself getting fucked by her most feared and hated enemy. Her internal defenses were shattered before she could erect them, and her spectacular body was afire with need and pleasure, just seconds away from a career ending climax. As sweat started glistening on her jiggling, heaving body, the butterflies evaporated in the intense heat of a threatening climax. She was panting, her mind spinning out of control. What little coherence she still possessed allowed her to see her fate, frightening and despicable as it was.

“If…uh….stop….oh….now….ah…I can…ugh…ugh…I will…ugh….Great Liberty! No! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, baby blues wide and unseeing. “I can’t…stop…another…one….I…I… Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhh! Great Liberty, I am TAMED!”

“Yes you are,” Big Mike growled, so close to cumming himself. “I broke Ms Americana, I tamed the Queen of Justice! I am the MAN!” He emptied his nuts deep inside the sexy heroine. “Yes! Take that, Americana!”

“Aaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried. “Oh Goddess….aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Lefty stepped up after Big Mike pulled out. He dragged the curvaceous super heroine to her knees, then forced her to all fours before Erica. The gloating mob boss watched from a perfect sideview as Lefty’s cock pushed deep into Ms Americana’s ass. With his right hand in her silky black mane, holding her head pulled way back, he groped her dangling, jiggling monster tits with his left and banged her butt fast and furiously.

Sal stepped up and pulled out his cock, and pushed the head up against Ms Americana’s glossy red lips. Erica’s breath caught as the sexy super heroine’s hot, pink tongue slid out, cupping the cock, then her full lips slowly, sensuously sucked him inside and slid down the full length of his thick shaft.

“Mmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned wantonly. SLURP! Gluk. Gluk. Sssssluurp! “MMmmmmgghhh.”

“Ms Ameri-slut is almost as loud giving blowjobs are Green Spectre,” Erica said, laughing as she clapped her hands in delight. “But nobody gives better head than Axanna.” She leaned in to speak into Ms Americana’s ear. “I own Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, better known as the missing Axanna and Summer Morgan. Plus I own Azure Angel, Champion Girl and Amazing Babe. You are about to join them in my trophy room, as a fuck toy battle trophy.”

SLURP! “Mmmmggh. Nyngh. Uuumggh.” Sssslurp! Ngh! “Uuuuuuggghh. Mmmm.”

Ms Americana sucked with wild abandon. She heard Erica. Understood her, even. But she didn’t care. All she wanted was for them to keep fucking her so well. Besides, it sounded like Heaven to be one of their fuck toys. The thought of endless sex just made her hornier and more eager.

The more they fucked her, the more energized Ms Americana became. The more needy and insatiable she became. She was so enthusiastic that the mob goons ravishing her shapely body couldn’t contain their excitement and she went through them at an amazing rate. Too soon it ended, and they dropped her in a pile on the cold ground. In a puddle of cum.

While they cleaned up the crime scene, gathering up Ms Americana’s discard costume in the process, the sexy super heroine was left alone, unmolested and she began to recover. She was so energized by all that sex, that her body recovered super fast. But maybe not fast enough.

“Give me her power belt,” Erica said, returning to stand before Ms Americana.

Big Mike unfastened the all important golden belt, and pulled it off her body. Ms Americana felt its loss profoundly. Even though she was sexually sated, and the belt was not energized without pent up sexual frustration, it still gave her super fast healing and provided protection in other ways. Removing it fired up her anger and defiance, so when she was yanked to her feet she glared daggers at Erica.

“Oh, the old Ms A-hole is back,” Erica said, and giggled sexily. “All that is left is to remove the mask, and learn who is hiding behind it.”

“Not the mask!” Ms Americana cried.

“Ah, yes, every super heroine’s greatest fear. Unmasking,” Erica said, reaching out with her right hand. Her left hand held the sexy super heroine’s bright costume bundled up. “I’m going to frame your entire costume and hang it on the wall behind my desk.”

“Like Hell you will,” Ms Americana growled, and kicked straight up. She caught Erica on the point of the chin, snapping her head back and rendering her unconscious before she hit the ground.

“Erica!” the mob thugs all cried.

Ms Americana twisted free, and started kicking left and right, and sending brutal punches at the startled thugs. In desperation, they grabbed Erica and jumped into the Tahoe. Within seconds of kicking Erica, Ms Americana found herself free and alone in the dark alley. Her belly was still quivering from the recent orgasms, with cooling cum oozing out of her pussy and ass, dripping down her legs and off her jouncing tits.

“I will have my vengeance. This Ms Americana vows!” she said, baby blues narrowed and fierce. Then she remembered some of the things Erica said. “Trophy room indeed. I’ll see about that!’

Ms Americana picked up her costume and pulled it on. Thankfully the mob goons were too absorbed in saving their boss of bosses, and left her bundled costume on the ground. There wasn’t much to it, so she was dressed quickly.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Eight days later…..

“Time to dish out a super heroine slapdown, Ms Americana!” Flag Girl said, her beautiful masked face alight with pre-battle joy.

“So true, my sexy sidekick,” Ms Americana said, grinning at the nineteen year old beauty. Flag Girl was always so enthusiastic. Was she that perky thirteen years ago, calling herself simply ‘Americana’ then, when she was a mere eighteen year old sidekick to Ultra Woman? “But we have to be careful. They are wily foes, and they outnumber us by at least five to one.”

“Ah, but you are ten times as strong as a mere man, and I am five times as strong,” the sexy, blonde pigtailed beauty said, her sweet red lips spreading wide in a smile of pure pleasure and pride. “So technically we outnumber them!”

“So true. Beautiful and brilliant, and with a natural talent for fighting,” Ms Americana said. “You, my friend, are a true triple threat.”

“I know, and I have better tits than J-Lo, too,” she said, and they both laughed.

“Okay, tomorrow we’ll start working on the virtue of humility,” Ms Americana said, grinning as she shook her head.

“We might want to hold off on that, Ms A. After we take Erica Sambino down tonight, we’ll both be hopped up on PRIDE for a few days,” Flag Girl said, sapphire blue eyes flashing.

“True. It will be heady,” the sexy super heroine admitted.

Ms Americana took a deep breath, feeling her titanic 38Gs straining against her skimpy, strapless top. He tugged up on her thong bottoms, and stroked the golden power belt that unlocked her super heroine abilities. It was all good, well except that her belt only worked if she had pent up sexual frustration. It had taken more than a week to recover from her little “setback.” Now the Sambino Family would suffer the wrath of a super powered super heroine. Really, two super heroines.

“Time to give those foul mobsters what they so richly deserve,” Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing dangerously. “Follow me.”

They had a plan. Erica had made the mistake of confessing that she held some of Delta City’s super heroines prisoner, as battle trophies. Besides being just plain rude, it would prove to be her undoing. Kidnapping charges would send her up the river for life. Life without parole. She was sure the captured super heroines would like to give a little payback to the criminals that had been treating them so disrespectfully for so long, so she and Flag Girl had decided to free the captives first.

The sprawling mansion was dark. The outside walls were all under-lit, but all of the windows were dark. They quickly and stealthily moved across the manicured grounds, to a back door. Ms Americana didn’t waste her time while recovering from the setback. Oh no, she and Flag Girl had spent countless hours casing the mansion. This door was where all of the Family thugs entered after hours. There was a hidden keypad to unlock the door, turning off the alarm system. With high-powered binoculars they had watched and discovered that code.

With Flag Girl as her lookout, Ms Americana found the keypad and punched in the code. A red light flashed for fifteen seconds, as she watched with wide baby blues and bated breath. It seemed like an eternity. It would be just her luck that Erica had changed the code that very evening. But then it beeped and lit up green. They heard the back door unlock.

“I love it when a plan comes together,” Ms Americana whispered as she opened the door and led her sexy sidekick inside. Flag Girl closed the door as Ms Americana checked out the two exits from the kitchen. The floor plans they had for Erica’s mansion were outdated. Erica had renovated the one-hundred year old mansion just two years back. The only sure thing Ms Americana knew about the renovations was that the vast basement was turned into a huge game room, with pinball, video games, pool tables, table tennis, etc. Lots of things for big boys to play, while they waited to go break legs or bust chops.

In the old floor plan the kitchen had one exit into the main house. Now it had two, and neither was the original. So she led Flag Girl out of the kitchen, heading in the general direction toward the stairs down into the basement. A secure cell off the basement game room was the logical place to keep super heroine “trophies.” She expected to find armed guards waiting for them.

“Remember,” Ms Americana said, pausing to lean back to whisper into Flag Girl’s ear. “We have to take out any guards we encounter as fast and as quietly as possible. The element of surprise is our best weapon. Besides, we don’t want to alert them too soon. It would give them time to spirit our super heroine friends away.”

“Got it, Ms A. Fast and quiet. That’s me,” Flag Girl said, nodding.

“Yes you are,” Ms Americana said, smirking as she gave one of the bouncy teen’s blonde pigtails a little tug.

“Unless you are getting fucked,” a deep man’s voice came out of the darkness. “Then you scream like a banshee.”

Brutal fists slammed into Flag Girl’s back, at the same time three men kicked Ms Americana in the belly, chin and back of her left knee. Men in all black, faces covered like ninjas, rushed into the hallway from both directions. She counted six. Worse, she smelled the unmistakable stench of chloroform.

“Chloroform,” Ms Americana said quietly, knowing that Flag Girl would hear and be wary. Then she lashed out with her long, tone legs. Four men dropped in as many seconds. “Fools. You cannot take us down so easily.” Flag Girl drove an elbow straight back into another goon, while kicking up into the face of the last of the six. Then together the two super heroines started kicking mob goons in the head, over and over until they were all still. Then they found the bottle of chloroform, and chloroformed all six, before they tied them up.

“It feels good to be the ones chloroforming and tying up for a change,” Flag Girl said.

“I agree, but the fumes left me a little light headed,” Ms Americana said as they continued on.

“Me too, but it’ll pass quickly,” Flag Girl said, undisturbed.

Ms Americana grinned. Flag Girl actually handled chloroform better than she did. Theory was that the more powerful a super heroine, the more profoundly chloroform and other sleep drugs affected them. And the faster they succumbed to those wicked drugs. But like Flag Girl said, her head was perfectly clear by the time they found the stairs down into the basement.

“Be on your toes, Flag Girl.”

“Duh. Five inch stilettos,” Flag Girl said, grinning with wicked delight at her mentor. “I live on my toes.”

They chuckled quietly as they descended. Super heroine humor always lifted their spirits, and it was going pretty well considering the little ambush they spoiled. Ms Americana believed they had taken out all of the first floor security, which was probably the heaviest in the house. The basement guards should be even easier to take out.

The stairs were wide and expensive hardwood. The above mentioned stilettos (two sets) clicked and clattered on the hardwood as they descended. They were moving incredibly quietly, but in the dead of night even the tiniest noises seemed amplified.

“Wow. This is huge,” Flag Girl said.

The game room took up the whole basement of the sprawling mansion. There were ‘wings’ of the basement they couldn’t even see from their vantage point. Multiple sitting areas, most with gas fireplaces. Rich leather furnishings. Pool tables scattered around the room singly and in small groups of two, three and four. The ceiling was a good ten feet high, amazing for a basement. In the dead center was a large circular bar. Neon lights lit the game room, though the regular overhead lights were all off.

“Wait. Those are not neon lights,” Ms Americana whispered, jaw dropping. “It’s our friends!”

Scattered evenly through the game room was five floor to ceiling glass tubes in the middle of sitting areas. They were about three feet in diameter, and glowed brightly in neon blue. Standing absolutely still within each was a missing super heroine. The closest was Green Spectre. She was in full costume, including mask. The sexy super heroine looked perfect in every way, except she wasn’t moving. She was like a statue. They all were.

“Holy popsicle!” Flag Girl cried. “They are frozen with cryogenics.”

“Better,” Erica’s voice came out of the darkness. “Suspended animation, actually. Not really frozen at all.”

Erica stood before them in a sexy little white nightie with pink ribbons and laces, and red stiletto pumps. The mob thugs were all in all black, but without the masks.

“You!” Ms Americana cried, whirling around. “How dare you do that to them! They are superior women. They don’t deserve to be kept like that.”

Ms Americana glanced back at Green Spectre. Her and her sidekick had been the first to vanish. That was eighteen months ago. For a year and a half poor Green Spectre and Spectre Girl had been trapped there, Family trophies for one and all to gawk at.

“Then they are still alive?” Flag Girl said.

“Of course. We release them every so often to pass around like the two-bit skank whores you super heroine types all are,” Big Mike sneered. “I especially enjoy fucking Spectre Girl up that tight ass of hers. She always squeaks in the sexiest manner when I first penetrate her.”

“Perverts!” Ms Americana cried, and charged Big Mike.

The seven foot tall, four hundred pound thug charged her. They met in the middle, fists and feet flying. Despite his bulk, Big Mike was fast and nimble. And a vicious fighter. But Ms Americana was faster and stronger, thanks to her power belt.

“You will all pay for this outrage,” Ms Americana growled, as she kicked up through Big Mike’s best defense, and connected foot to jaw. He flew backwards, and was replaced by Dino and Lefty. “You are no match for me, much less both Flag Girl and I. Tonight, justice will finally be meted out to you miscreants!”

“Eat boot, boys,” Flag Girl cried, racing past Ms Americana to kick down two goons, then kick Erica in the belly. “Ouch, bet that hurt, Erica.”

“About as much as this,” Erica said, and drove her long stiletto heel up between Flag Girl’s legs.

“Ugghhh,” Flag Girl grunted, snapping her knees together as pain lanced up through her spectacular body. Erica had crushed her clit between her heel and Flag Girl’s pubic bone. The pain was indescribable. She bent over in pain just as Big Mike’s fist whooshed over her head.

“Watch out, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana cried, flipping over one goon to confront Big Mike before he would take Flag Girl down. She only needed a few seconds to recover from her injury, thanks to her natural powers unleashed by the power belt. “Big Mike, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

“Ain’t found anyone big as me, Ms Super-sized Tits,” he said, and swung an uppercut as her chin. She blocked that, and kicked at his head. He ducked and backhanded her, before she dropped low and swept his feet away. “Damn, you’re fast.”

“Too fast for you, miscreant,” she said.

“Not too fast for me,” Dino said, slipping an arm behind her elbows and pinning the sexy super heroine’s arms back. He pressed a chloroform soaked cloth to her surprised face. Ms Americana held her breath, but not before getting a healthy whiff of the heady stuff. “Breath, and relax. You’re new life is about to begin.”

“Leave her alone, you big bully,” Flag Girl said, and smashed into his side.

Dino was pulled off Ms Americana, freeing her before she took a second breath. But she was still woozy and wobbly on her stiletto heeled feet. Erica took the opportunity to run up and unfasten her power belt.

“I’ll just take this,” Erica said over her shoulder, and into her ear. “Your reign as Queen of Justice is over, Ms Americana.”

Erica shoved the startled, wide-eyed super heroine forward. Hard. The curvaceous beauty stumbled forward, until Sal caught her with an uppercut. “Ugh!” she cried, arms thrown up as she stumbled backwards. Big Mike caught her ten feet away, spun her around and yanked off her strapless top.

“Better,” he said, and started using her ginormous tits as speedbags for a moment, before punching the sexy super heroine right between the eyes.

“Aggh,” Ms Americana groaned, once again stumbling backwards amidst her ruthless, unmerciful enemies. She stopped when Dino slammed a fist into her unprotected belly, doubling her up. “Oofff!” Then a right cross sent her spinning away. “Uugh!”

While the Sambino goons enjoyed themselves beating Ms Americana back and forth between them, Flag Girl continued the Good Fight. Back pressed against the bar in the center of the basement, she fought off five thugs. She was almost recovered from Erica’s dishonorable low blow, but the mob thugs were not giving her an inch. The sexy teen sidekick just needed a tiny respite, and then she could take the fight to them.

Suddenly, Lefty charged her with a wild battle cry. Flag Girl reacted out of instinct, and threw him over her head and into the bar behind. As glass shattered and rained down upon him, she turned back to the other four and continued her ceaseless kicking and punches, barely keeping them at bay.

“Bad move, Flag Cunt,” Lefty said from behind her.

“What?!?” she cried, panicked and spun around. Just in time to see the whiskey bottle he was swinging at her head. The bottle exploded upon contact with her super heroine strong head, but the damage was done. Head spinning, blackness consuming more than half of her vision, Flag Girl staggered back two steps. Someone pulled her arms back and locked their arm through her elbows. Then another started pounding her face, tits and stomach. Within a minute the lights went out for the super sexy sidekick.

“Flag Girl is OURS!” Lefty cried to cheers.

Ms Americana’s legs gave out, and she fell to her knees before Big Mike. Bleary-eyed, she looked up into his ugly, triumphant face as Erica joined him to gloat over their newest prize. The statuesque super heroine struggled to fight back, but her arms just hung limply at her sides.

Big Mike took a big fistful of her silky black hair, held her face steady and pulled out his super long, super fat cock. She locked her baby blues on it, and gulped loudly. Full, glossy red lips slightly parted, she closed her eyes as he started tracing first her mask, then her lips with the tip of his cock.

When her eyes opened, Ms Americana glanced first at Flag Girl. The gorgeous, pigtailed blonde was bent over a barstool, her top and bottoms gone, power belt on the bar beside her. Lefty was butt-fucking her and fondling her dangling tits, while Dino was slamming his cock down her throat, holding onto her bouncy pigtails while he enjoyed himself.

“You may have defeated us tonight, but we will be avenged,” Ms Americana barely managed to croak out. Big Mike grinned as he pushed past her lips. “Mmmggh.”

Erica was all tingly inside as she watched Ms Americana’s baby blues widen. Big Mike’s thick cock forced her mouth wide, and she struggled to gulp him down as he pushed relentlessly. The sexy mob boss shook her head with a knowing grin as Ms Americana finally sucked up the strength to lift one hand, and instead of fighting, she wrapped her red-gloved fingers around the base of Big Mike’s dick.

Erica personally removed Ms Americana’s thong bottoms. She collected the discard pieces of both costumes and piled them on the bar. After her boys had their fun, and the two super dimwits were unmasked, she’d strip them out of the rest of their costumes. Both costumes would be framed and mounted in her office.

“Mmggghh,” Ms Americana groaned, really sucking Big Mike’s cock now. Sssslurp! Gulp. Slurp. Slurp. Sssssssslurp! “Hmmmgh. Ngh. Mmm. Ngnn.”

“Lick my balls, Ameri-bitch,” Big Mike groaned.

Erica watched open mouthed as the Queen of Justice obeyed without hesitation. She pulled off his cock with a loud slurping noise, and then a loud smacking of her lips. The curvaceous vigilante pushed his thick cock up, while cupping his balls with her other hand. Erica’s eyes widened as Ms Americana reached her tongue way up under his balls, and licked from almost his butt hole to the tip of his dick in one long wanton lick. Then she began a long, intense lick-fest of his massive hairy balls. Licking and sucking, gulping and slurping loudly.

“My my, you’re a noise lover, Ms Americana,” Erica said.

“Very noisy,” Big Mike said, grinning. “I especially like when she screams out her orgasms.”

“Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm!” Flag Girl screamed around the cock in her mouth. Erica glanced over to see the sexy nineteen year old’s spectacular body quiver and convulsing in orgasm. “Mmmggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Uuggghhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“All super heroines are screamers,” Erica said. They all laughed.

Erica found a chair and sat back and enjoyed the show. Her boys fucked the two captured super heroines for the rest of that night, and the next morning more henchmen arrived to carry on some more. It was night again before a very cum-slathered Ms Americana and Flag Girl were plopped before Erica.

“And thus your sexual slavery begins,” Erica said.

Flag Girl’s eyes were bleary, but Ms Americana managed a bit of defiance.

“What? No false bravado? No threats of super heroine vengeance?”

“My tongue and jaw are too tired to banter with you, Erica,” Ms Americana murmured.

“Well, you’re no fun,” Erica said, and laughed. She was feeling a bit light headed, too. No sleep heaped upon the greatest victory of her career. “No matter. It’s the big unveiling time. Aren’t you excited? I know I am.”

“Unveiling?” Flag Girl managed wearily.

“She means unmasking,” Ms Americana said, scowling. She lifted her chin defiantly. “I’m not afraid of you, Erica. I’m a superior woman. I’ll find a way to rise above this defeat.”

“No, you will find superior ways to ride one horny cock after another,” Erica said. “For years and decades to come.” Erica reached out angrily and ripped off her mask. “Oh my God! You are Brenda Wade! THE Brenda Wade.”

“I know,” she said, then lowered her chin to her chest as tears rolled out of her baby blues for the first time. “I am doomed now.”

“Yes you are,” Erica said, all tingly inside again. Then she turned to Flag Girl, who had sobered up some. The fear on her pretty face warmed Erica’s heart. “You must be that pesky, perky little stray Brenda bought at the pound a few years ago.” She pulled off Flag Girl’s mask. “Yep. Lydia Wills. Okay, boys, strip them completely. I want everything on their bodies.”

Moments later Erica had two piles of captured costume. Two new trophies, for office wall and game room delight. It didn’t take much persuasion to get them to cooperate further, either. They were broken bimbos now. She’d dispatched Big Mike and two other goons to fetch all of their spare costumes and power belts. While they were gone, she had them taken away to be scrubbed clean and made up properly.

About ten that night Big Mike returned with all of their costumes, and their jewelry boxes for Erica. Brenda and Lydia were forced to put on their spare super heroine costumes and stand before Erica.

“It’s been fun, Brenda Baby, but it’s time we put you two up on display like all of your friends,” Erica said. She indicated the two new, empty cylinders, each in a different sitting group. First they ball-gagged them, then handcuffed their wrists behind their backs. Ms Americana was forced to stand inside one, and Flag Girl the other, then the thick glass cylinders lowered to trap them inside. “Are you girls as tingly sexy inside as I am right now?”

They just looked at her. In truth, both sexy super heroines looked terrified. Flag Girl’s lower lip was trembling and Ms Americana couldn’t get the wide-eyed look of surprise off her masked, ball-gagged face.

“Expect to be released soon, Brenda. I’ll have papers for you to sign, giving me everything you own,” Erica said. “And you will sign. I guarantee it. Hahaha! Say good night, boys.”

“Good night, sluts!”

Erica pushed a button, and the neon blue light snapped on. Ms Americana and Flag Girl never saw it. The instant the light came on, their consciousness winked out. They were between living and dead. They were suspended, ageless. Trophies to be gawked at with pride.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Twenty years later…

Ms Americana’s consciousness snapped back. How long had it been since her last release? If felt like an eye blink, but could be years. The super sexy raven-maned heroine glanced around quickly. Two goons she’d never met each held one of her arms, walking her quickly over to another group of waiting, eager-eyed mobsters. Erica watched from the back wall, looking just a tad older. Probably mid-forties, early fifties?

“Oh. More heroine trophies,” Ms Americana said, noticing five more glowing cylinders with beautiful young women within. They were all wearing brightly colored, skimpy costumes. Super heroines. Two blondes, two redheads and a raven-haired beauty. She didn’t recognize any of them. “How many does that make, Erica? Forty?”

“Forty-two heroine trophies, to be exact, Ms Ameri-bimbo,” Erica said way too smugly. “In case you were wondering, it’s only been six weeks since the last time we released you from suspended animation, but it is the twentieth anniversary of your capture. So we’re throwing you a party, and you are the entertainment.”

The statuesque super heroine gasped. That long? To her, sending the vast majority of her time in suspended animation, it seemed like twenty days or so. She’d only aged twenty days, too. They were holding true to their schedule, only pulling her out about six times a year, for around four hours of intense, kinky sex. Once a year she got a four hour nap.

The curvaceous super heroine wore her complete costume, including the power belt. She was kept in a constant state of sexual satiation, so the belt wasn’t any more than a pretty fashion accessory. She was also perfectly clean and made up, since at the end of every sex session they made her shower and get back into costume. They liked their sexy trophies pristine, perfect in every way.

Unfortunately for the long lost Queen of Justice, she also came out of suspended animation fully aroused. Indeed, in the last twenty years she’d even been fucked and fully aroused after her naps, so she’d always be malleable next time they pulled her down for some fun.

“Big Mike? I thought you were dead,” Ms Americana said, looking the much older mobster over with a critical eye. Time was not kind to him. His seven foot tall, four hundred pounds of hard muscle had turned into five hundred pounds of soft fat. “Are you the resident ‘Fat Cat’ now?”

“I’m the boss of my own family, under Erica of course,” he growled. She was held before him, her tits pressed into his chest. She had to look up to meet his eyes, which she always hated. It made her feel meek and inferior. “I eat arrogant bitches like you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

Her twat was hot and achy. She caught herself rubbing her thighs together, and had to force her red booted feet shoulder width apart to stop it. They all noticed, and leered at her. That just made her hornier.

“That explains why you are so fat,” she sneered.

The false bravado helped. A little. It never did her any good, though. Then Big Mike pulled a gasp from her full, glossy red lip when he cupped her tits, before cupping her face in both hands. He kissed both cheeks, then her lips.

“You’re still too brave for your own good, Americana.”

He pulled off her strapless, red, white and blue top. His giant hands began kneading her tingling tits, so aroused and taut. Her chest and throat tightened, mouth became dry as she began to pant lightly.

“A flaw in my character,” she said, shrugging. Her head began to loll around as he fondled her titanic tits, and kissed her face, neck and tits. She noticed that Flag Girl’s cylinder was empty. “Where is Flag Girl?”

Someone she didn’t know started pulling her thong bottoms down, so she pulled her feet together and stepped out when prompted. She hadn’t fought them years in their time or days in her time. Besides, she was so horny she almost felt Big Mike’s cock inside her. He always fucked her so long and hard, and the thought of their past sessions drove her to distraction.

“Getting sexed up as a horny cheerleader,” Erica said. “Sometimes we get tired of fucking super heroines. Don’t worry, you and her will be putting on one of your legendary lesbo shows. And it will be shown live on Prime Time TV.”

“Prime Time?”

“Yeah. Times have changed, Americana. All for the better…for US.”

THE END