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MS AMERICANA: TIT FOR TAT

By Dark One

Ms Americana walked into the DA’s office like she owned it. DA Hansen scowled at her as she struck an arrogant super heroine pose before his desk. The other men in the room all scowled at her as well. She raised one perfectly plucked black brow at them, wondering what had their panties in a wad that day. After all, the DA had called her in for something important. He rarely called her in for anything, since he didn’t particularly like her. She campaigned for the former DA, who lost.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?”

They all opened their mouths as if to speak, then pause as every set of eyes dropped to her titanic 44DDs barely contained in her red, white and blue, strapless top. The six foot one beauty was wearing her world famous patriotically themed bikini costume, matching top and bottoms where one side was red and white stripes, and the other a star-spangled blue field. The mask that hid her secret identity was also blue with white stars. She finished out her legendary costume with a blue choker, red star earrings, red gauntlet gloves and red stiletto calf boots. A golden tiara crowned her head, showing the world she was the Queen of Justice, and a golden power belt rested on well-rounded hips and gave her super strength, speed and endurance.

“Your incompetence and arrogance has humiliated and humbled this illustrious office, Ms Americana,” DA Hansen said, dark eyes flashing. “My only consolation was it happened on my predecessor's watch.”

Ms Americana’s baby blues widened and her jaw dropped. No one EVERY spoke to HER like that.

“What are you talking about?” she said.

“Tatianna Peters,” a sleazy, ambulance chasing lawyer named Everett Emerson said. He was a little taller than the sexy super heroine, even in her sky high heels. Rail thin, he had a greasy mop of dark hair that he was forever pushing out of his face. He was the lawyer you hired when you didn’t have enough for a good lawyer, but had too much money to qualify for a public defender. Worse, he wasn’t very good, so mostly defended hookers and crack addicts. “Your testimony alone condemned her to prison on flaky circumstantial evidence. And she was INNOCENT.”

“Says you, her worthless lawyer,” Ms Americana sneered. “I proved otherwise. I stand by that conviction. She belongs in prison. Justice was served.”

Everett’s face reddened, and he stepped up into her face and shouted, “Justice? Justice? Your justice means NOTHING, Ms Americana. Your word means NOTHING. Only your supreme arrogance means anything, and that means ignorance and injustice! Tatianna is INNOCENT of all crimes, save one. That was the crime of believing in YOU and the judicial system.”

“I’ve heard all of your insane yammering before, Mr. Emerson. I was not impressed before, and I’m not impressed now,” Ms Americana said coolly. Then she turned to the DA. “Is THIS why you asked me to come in today?”

In answer, the DA held up that morning’s newspaper. The headline was “INNOCENT. Local Girl Convicted Wrongly on Ms Americana’s testimony.” Then below that were two pictures, one of Tatianna and one of a similar looking woman, named Jezebelle Roberts in the article. The DA looked at her angrily. “It was your firm, resolute and unmerciful testimony that got Ms Peters convicted of running a white slavery and blackmail ring, despite almost no evidence. The jury believed YOU. Now we learn YOU were wrong.”

“Impossible! I couldn’t have been wrong. I’m never wrong,” she said, horrified. Then she read down the article, how the other woman laughingly confessed to friends that Ms Americana convicted the other woman of her crimes. And how she got off from any prosecution due to fact the police would not go after her while she stayed in her sanctuary, a brothel deep inside Sugar Town. “This is horrible! Just horrible.”

“I agree,” Everett sneered.

“Yes, you have single-handed ruined the reputation of this office, made us out to be the bad guys,” DA Hansen growled. “Now WE are the monsters in the public’s eyes.”

“There must be some mistake,” Ms Americana said, mind reeling. Did she truly send an innocent woman to prison? What a nightmare that would be for an innocent soul to endure. “This other woman must’ve done an incredible job of framing Tatianna.”

“No,” Everett said. “YOU did it all. It was all YOU, Ms Americana.”

"I-I will, of course, apologize to her for my mistake," Ms Americana stammered, her world spinning. It was indeed a nightmare, her nightmare. She'd never believed SHE could make a mistake like that, and send an innocent woman to prison. "Yes, as soon as -- "

"What? Apologize?" Everett sneered, giving the legendary Queen of Justice a bold shove. "Do you understand what you have truly done to this woman? Do you? She was a SUNDAY School teacher to small children. She taught mentally handicapped and disabled children for a living, while living in near poverty conditions because service to those less blessed meant more to her than money or material possessions. And you sent her into HELL on Earth. She was a VIRGIN, at twenty-two, after completing college, no less, with her virtue intact. Why? Because YOU, Ms Americana, said it was the right

thing to do! Yes, she was a big fan of yours, president of your fan club, in fact. And YOU sent her to prison."

"W-what?"

"Yes, Ms Americana, Tatianna was everything a woman should be, per YOUR standards. And you railroaded her into prison in record time," Everett said, eyes fiery in his rage. "You damn well made sure they threw the book at her, that she got the maximum sentence, that she was sent to the WORST prison, knowing what they would do to her there."

"B-But I-I thought she was a w-white slaver!"

"They turned her into a stinky, groveling, wretched SEX slave the first night," Everett snarled. "Popped her cherry in the shower, and dragged her down into the filth and depravity of caged heat lesbian sex." He paused to spit on her booted feet. "Within days she was being WHORED out to other inmates and the guards."

"I have friends," Ms Americana whispered, wanting to curl up and hide for the very first time in her life. It occurred to her that Everett very well might begin preaching to the public about her terrible deed, her worst mistake in judgment. Other lawyers would use this to demand reviews of their clients' cases, clients she had put behind bars fair and square. "We'll make it right for Ms Peters."

"Make it right? How?" he said. Everett stepped up close, and she took a step back, suddenly afraid of that terrible man. Couldn't someone make him stop? Make him shut up? "Tat -- her friends called her Tat -- has lost her mind. Yes, within two weeks her sweet, innocent mind couldn't take the depravity, the debauchery, the sheer unremitting ABUSE any more, and snapped. Lost her mind. She is loony toons now, Ms Americana. Thanks for that, too."

"Ms Peters was released from prison and taken to a mental health facility this morning," DA Hansen said tersely. "She's a babbling idiot now. Totally bonkers. Doctors expect her to spend the rest of her life in an insane asylum."

"Thanks to you, Ms Americana," Everett snarled.

Ms Americana's troubled mind reeled with that revelation. She was dumbstruck again. An innocent woman's entire life was utterly devastated and destroyed because of her, indeed, even her poor, sweet, innocent mind was shattered and crushed. Because of HER.

"I must make amends," Ms Americana whispered, staggering to the door on wobbly feet. "I must make this right." But what could she do? "I'll bring in the REAL villainess! She will not go unpunished! Tatianna Peters will be avenged, and justice meted out! This Ms Americana vows!"

With that pronouncement, the Queen of Justice strode out of the DA's office.

The Queen of Justice went straight to her patriotically themed car and headed for Sugar Town. The newspaper told her where to find the culprit. As she drove, Ms Americana shook her head woefully. Why were the police so afraid of entering Sugar Town? She did it all the time, and dominated the denizens and criminals of that seedy district every time.

Sugar Town was only a five minute drive from City Hall. In short order the sexy super heroine was parked out front of the illicit sex business she sought. 7th Heaven was a particularly seedy BDSM brothel deep in the heart of Sugar Town. Most of the clientele was just as seedy. Mostly other Sugar Towners. Ms Americana thought it terribly misnamed, since it was seven floors of BDSM depravity perpetrated upon mostly kidnapped wealthy college age women.

"I'm going to shut this Hell Hole down!" Ms Americana said, and got out of her car. By the time she got to the sidewalk some of Sugar Town's braver street people had begun to assemble and glare at her. "What do YOU reprobates want?"

"Justice!" one old man cried. "Why are YOU allowed to perjure yourself and still walk free, but if one of us did it we'd be thrown in the slammer, and the key thrown away?"

That staggered the Queen of Justice. An emotional gut punch she had no defense against. Truth was, the DA would LOVE to prosecute and convict her of perjury. But it would be hard to get a conviction against Ms Americana, hard to convince a jury to send her to prison. Therefore, she would get away with this. And that thought made her more determined to put Jezebelle Roberts behind bars for a long time.

Before she could formulate a satisfactory response, the other street people began hurling insults and abuse at the statuesque super heroine. She was taken aback, but soon frowned and headed inside. There was never any reason to argue with Sugar Towners. They all hated her too much to listen to reason.

The two guards at the door were ready for her when she reached them. They had plenty of time to prepare. Being sleazy, stupid white slavers meant they prepared all wrong. They pulled pistols and started shooting at her. The people scattered amid frightened screams, while she continued walking towards the entrance and smiling grimly.

"Idiots," she said, shaking her head woefully. Everyone knew guns were useless against her while she wore her golden power belt. They were a danger to everyone but her at the moment. "This is going to be easier than I thought if you two morons are an example of the hired muscle Jezebelle has protecting her."

Once within five feet of the dangerously ignorant duo, she lunged forward and seized one muscle bound goon by the wrist. She gave the wrist a vicious twist, sending the pistol to the ground, and then hurled him twenty feet through the air to land atop a car, unconscious. Then she spun around, kicking the pistol out of the other goon's hand, before she kicked him between the legs and sent him flying through a window of the Kinky Klothes boutique across the street.

Ms Americana charged through the main entrance. She immediately spotted Jezebelle Roberts across the room, wearing a white leather dominatrix outfit. Jezebelle had big blue eyes, long dark blonde hair and a spectacular body. She smiled cruelly at the interloper with very full lips.

"Welcome, Ms Americana," Jezebelle said, locking eyes with her. "I've always wanted to dominate, tame and then whore out a super heroine. You'll be my first."

"In your dreams, miscreant," Ms Americana sneered. "You're going down."

"No, you are going down…going down on all the men in this room," Jezebelle said, grinning. "Boys, I want her on her knees by the time I reach her."

Jezebelle struck out towards Ms Americana in a sexy stiletto heeled strut.

"Ms Americana!" Jezebelle called. "You are as much a white slaver as I am, after what you did to Tatianna Peters! You should call yourself Ms Perjurer!"

"What?" she cried, horrified.

"I'm very PROUD of you," Jezebelle said.

"No!"

She was so distracted by Jezebelle, Ms Americana forgot about the dangerous, evil men surrounding her. Two big fists slammed into her back, above her kidneys. She gasped and staggered forward a step, back arched and baby blues wide in shock. A big black goon stepped in front of her, and smashed a right cross into her head, followed quickly by a left cross and a brutal uppercut.

The vigilant vigilante staggered back a couple steps, where two more men stepped up to either side of her and punched her in the belly. Two brutal fists curled her up.

"Ooof!" she grunted. Then CRACK! as a riding crops was laid across her warm, silky soft ass cheeks with all the strength on a man could muster. "Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

Both red gloved hands went back to cup her brutalized rump. A second later she felt her wrists pulled together, and a set of handcuffs snapped on around them. She struggled to break free of the cuffs, but they were super heroine proof. Then the big black thug stepped up and kicked her in the pussy. Hard.

"Uuuggghhh," Ms Americana grunted, baby blues crossed. As incredible pain lanced through her gorgeous body, the Queen of Justice dropped to her knees with a low groan of misery. "Great….uh…Liberty, I've been beaten down and defeated."

Jezebelle stopped in front of the kneeling super heroine. Someone from behind pulled Ms Americana's head back by her hair, and the sexy white slaver buckled a thick, black leather slave collar around her neck.

"Or…," Jezebelle said, caressing Ms Americana's cheek, "…you could change your name to better represent your new status in life….Ms White Slave."

Despite her unfortunate circumstance, Ms Americana was still super strong. She surged to her feet before the sexy white slaver in white. A swift kick to the chin would wipe the smile off her face. But before she could kick her, someone pressed a wet clothe over her mouth and nose.

<Chloroform!> the Queen of Justice thought as that too familiar smell filled her nose and sent her mind to reeling. She quickly exhaled, tying to clear her head of the intoxicating fumes. But then Jezebelle reached out, and unfastened her red, white and blue top and released her titanic tits. Baby blues wide, she thought, <Great Liberty!> and said, "Mmmmmmmmmgggggggghhhhhhhh!"

"Wow, boys and girls, have you EVER seen such a more spectacular set of tits?" Jezebelle said in awe. She cupped them with delicate feminine hands and started to sensuously squeeze and caressed them, before she gave a nipple a firm lick and started to suck on it. Ms Americana's head was pulled way back as she sucked in another deep breath of chloroform. "It is only fitting that you suffer the same fate as poor, INNOCENT Tatianna, don't you think?"

That was an emotional gut punch to the vulnerable super heroine. The chloroform only heightened her already keen sense of guilt and utter failure in that case. And her reaction was to "involuntarily" she suck in a deep lungful of crippling chloroform.

"Mmmmggghh," Ms Americana groaned weakly, all of her strength and will sucked away by the insidious chloroform. In her weakened state, she wondered if it was the Goddess's divine justice, making her into a sex slave in punishment for what she did to Tatianna. <A just sentence,> she thought. <Fitting.> "Uuummmmm."

The chloroform was taken away before she completely succumbed to its affects. The sexy super heroine was left weak and pathetic, at the mercy of an unmerciful white slaver and brothel owner. Jezebelle indulged her love of fat titty flesh while her pretty prize moaned and groaned wantonly.

After about five minutes of Jezebelle's erotic attention, Ms Americana started to slowly regain her senses. None of her limbs would obey a single command, but she understood what was happening now, and felt everything done to her intensely. Her body was flowing with liquid heat, thanks to Jezebelle's efforts and her own body's shameful bent toward "rough and kinky" sex. Then she felt someone remove her costume's bottoms.

"She won't be needing THIS anymore," Jezebelle said, and unfastened her power belt.

"Great Liberty, I've been de-powered," Ms Americana groaned weakly.

"Yes you have, my fuck meat," Jezebelle purred, cupping the sexy super heroine's lovely face in both hands. She gave the Queen of Justice a brief kiss on the lips, then smiled broadly as her embolden hand reached down and caressed her bikini waxed pubic patch. Then Jezebelle's index finger went straight to her always hypersensitive clitoris, and started to rub. The shapely super heroine groaned and arched her back. "You belong to me, Ms Americana. After me and my boys have our fun, and tame you in the process, I will put your fat ass to work in this brothel. And you WILL whore yourself out, too. Bank on it, babe."

In her chloroform woozy, weakened emotional state, the Queen of Justice did the impossible. She envisioned herself in full costume -- turning tricks. She watched herself in her mind's eye from the initial contact with a john, to the offer, the taking of the money and finally to the consummation of the dirty deed. During that time, Jezebelle increased the intensity of her clit stimulation, and as Ms Americana envisioned a john slide between her wide spread legs, and then daydreamed of him mounting her, the threatening climax hit. Hit her hard.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"There now, super slut, don't you feel better?" Jezebelle purred.

"Yes," Ms Americana whispered, belly still quivering with intense pleasure. It would be so easy to push her over the top again. And was just what Jezebelle did. "Oh! Great Liberty…aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

They all laughed as the Great and Mighty Ms Americana only remained on her feet with the help of the men holding her arms. Stood there trembling and gasping from exquisite sexual pleasure. She knew, and feared they understood, that she was close to being tamed.

<My Goddess! Is this your divine justice being meted out? Must I submit to…Jezebelle, to earn your forgiveness?> Ms Americana thought. <I need a sign, do you think I've been bad?>

"You've been a bad, bad girl, Ms Americana," Jezebelle said, as if Goddess inspired her to answer her silent question. "You must be punished for your gross misdeeds and overbearing arrogance."

Ms Americana gasped, rattled to her core by what she saw as her Goddess's divine sentence. Then she was forced to bend over, her shapely ass sticking out. Jezebelle picked up a wicked looking, black paddle and walked over to stand beside her. Then as the stunned super heroine watched with wide baby blue eyes, her arm went back and came down and around, smacking that paddle across her super soft butt cheeks.

CRACK!

"Aaaiiiii!"

"Bad, bad girl!"

CRACK!

"Aaaiiii!"

"You are such a bad, bad girl."

CRACK!

"Aaaiiiii!" Ms Americana cried. "I'm a bad girl! Bad girl!"

CRACK!

"Aaaiiiii!" she cried. "I'm bad! Please, mercy!"

"You had no mercy for Tatianna," Jezebelle cried, eyes fiery with her victory.

"I know! Forgive me," she cried.

"No."

CRACK!

"Aaaiiiii!" the Queen of Justice wailed. "My Goddess, I submit to your will."

"Excellent," Jezebelle said. Then she glanced behind the submissive super heroine, and smiled darkly. "Billy, stick it to her."

Ms Americana gasped when she felt a cock head press up against her cunt lips from behind. She swallowed hard, realizing she was about to be punished for her terrible sins. Then she felt his hands on her well-rounded hips, and his cock pushed past her slippery wet nether lips and went straight down into her vagina.

"Uuuugggghhhhhh," she grunted, eyes crossed and jaw dropping.

"For Tatianna," he said, and rammed it in hard.

"Ooohhhh," she moaned. It felt like he was ripping her in half. How big was his cock? She struggled weakly, pathetically. Then she remembered her "crime" and stopped struggling. "I'm a bad girl."

Her ravisher suddenly doubled the rate of his pumping. Ms Americana gasped and arched her back, but was held firming in position. She ground her pussy into his pounding cock, starting to pant and gasp with every mind scrambling thrust. Her next climax was building fast. She did nothing to suppress it. There was no reason to fight the orgasm, since her power belt was gone and she'd already been climaxed twice anyway.

"Oh," Ms Americana gasped, feeling that climax building to something truly big and frightening. Her natural sense of self-preservation wanted to fight it, but she suppressed that need in favor of the threatening climax. Enduring climaxes was part of her penance. And before she knew it, Ms Americana was doing major penance, as a monster climax ripped through her suddenly. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" He reached around her shapely body and seized her 44DDs and started to maul them lustfully. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am a BAD GIRL!" He laughed, redoubling his pounding of her pussy again, and molested her tits with even more enthusiasm. Then he convulsed, and shot his creamy wad deep inside her body. It was too much for the oversexed and overheated super heroine. An orgasm so big that it seared her mind, that is fried her self-image away, and left her a panting piece of fuck meat, insatiable, hungry for more, more, more, ripped through her statuesque body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I have been TAMED!"

Jezebelle dropped to her knees before Ms Americana and took her face in both hands. Those last few climaxes left the sexy super heroine confused and discombobulated, and she gazed in wonder deep into Jezebelle's eyes. Jezebelle licked her full, kissable lips, and Ms Americana licked her own full red lips. She felt intense hunger fill her, hunger for Jezebelle's lips.

"You are my slave, Ms Americana," Jezebelle said in a commanding voice.

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "It is my penance."

"You must be punished for what you did to an innocent," Jezebelle said.

"Yes."

"Sexual slavery is a JUST sentence, a JUST punishment," Jezebelle said.

"Yes. It is just. It is fitting," Ms Americana said, recalling that Tatianna was raped into madness. Her life and mind utterly destroyed. "It is my Goddess's divine will."

Jezebelle kissed her deeply, possessively. Ms Americana groaned wantonly into that erotic lipstick kiss. She felt so weak, so submissive. The fallen Queen of Justice felt OWNED.

"I am your mistress, your owner," Jezebelle said, reaching up to take the edge of her mask in hand. "Call me mistress."

"Mistress," Ms Americana breathed, heart hammering out of control. Unmasking was something that didn’t occur to her before. But it was inevitable. Unmasking would seal her fate. It would be like the judge's gavel falling and making her sentence final. "You o-own me, Mistress."

"I could unmask you now."

Ms Americana gasped, feeling her body changing again. Another major climax was building. Unmasked she would be so weak and vulnerable against her new mistress. She would be forever condemned to sexual servitude, and her mistress would steal away all of her fortune, leaving her destitute and dependant upon her for everything. It was a strangely erotic and sexy thought, and her body reacted profoundly.

"Yes, Mistress Jezebelle, you can," Ms Americana whispered. She felt that mad rush to climax starting. Every word stoked its fierce fire. "I am just a slave. Your property. It is your right to do with me as you see fit." Her baby blues went wide as she pressed red gloved hands to her quivering belly. "Oh. Oh…Mistress I am cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg! Oh! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!"

"Wow, she really digs being a slave slut," Jezebelle cried joyfully, dropping her hands and leaving her mask in place. For now. She motioned for her men to release Ms Americana's arms. "I OWN Ms Americana! I own the greatest super heroine of them all, body and soul!" Then she tugged on the leash attached to Ms Americana's slave collar. "On your feet, slave."

"Yes, Mistress," Ms Americana said.

"I want MS AMERICANA to perform an act of prostitution, then I will unmask you," Jezebelle said.

Ms Americana nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

Looking around, Ms Americana was astonished to see at least a dozen men that didn't work for Jezebelle. Johns. Tricks. Patrons. Didn't matter what you called them, they were men so horny for sex they were willing, even eager to pay top dollar for it. Well, maybe not top dollar. There wasn't a single man in a suit there. Indeed, most wore either hip hop clothes, or dirty jeans. They were below working class -- barely working class. They were all residents of Sugar Town, and made their living on the unsavory side of life, at best.

There was no sympathy in any or their faces. Only overwhelming LUST.

"Pick a man, Ms Americana. Who do you want to initiate you into the wonderful world of prostitution?" Jezebelle said smugly. "Pick him. Make him pay you twenty dollars, and then FUCK HIM."

"In front of everyone?"

"Of course. Can you think of a better place?"

"Oh. I guess not, Mistress," she said, and sighed gustily. Her penance would be hard and humiliating. Not caring who had her first, since she suspected most if not all of them would pay for the pleasure of her spectacular body, Ms Americana headed over to the closest man. The room was deathly quiet, the only sound was the slave's and her mistress's stiletto heels on the polished tile as they walked. "Master, would you like a date with me?"

He was Arnold Heckler, a petty thief and reprobate she'd hassled a number of times, but never caught him red handed, so couldn't arrest him. Arnold was six foot four, two hundred fifty pounds. His head was shaved and deeply tanned from that exposure.

"Yes, I do," Arnold said, and handed her a twenty. Spread his legs and grinned. "I'll just sit here while you give me my suck and fuck, Ms Americana."

The vanquished vigilante took the offered money, paused to gaze at it with a sinking heart, then handed it to Jezebelle. She had no illusion that she'd get to keep any of the money she earned prostituting herself. Then, licking full red lips, she knelt between his legs and unzipped his blue jeans.

"Oh, you're big," she said, eyeing his eight inch cock with some fear and dread. She took his dick in hand, gave it a firm lick and locked eyes with Arnold. "Enjoy, Master."

With that, Ms Americana sucked his cock halfway down her mouth. They both groaned with pleasure. She was surprised how much she liked the taste, despite thinking it tasted like urine. Ms Americana spent the next five minutes alternating between bobbing her head up and down his shaft, and licking it and his balls. Then, when he ordered her to mount up, she straddled his waist and lowered her body onto his erect cock, impaling herself.

"Oooohhhh, Great Liberty," she groaned, head falling back and lulling about. Once again, cock in cunt felt divine. Her body quickly changed, becoming infused with heat and tingling erotically.

Ms Americana started bouncing up and down his shaft, her 44DDs bouncing enticingly before his face, brushing it with her warm, silky soft titty flesh. He reached up and mashed her titanic tits together, then started nuzzling and licking them. It didn't take much after that before they climaxed at the same time.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Yes! Yes!" she cried.

After that, Jezebelle led her by the leash to each and every paying customer in the room, spending the next five hours servicing the wants and kinks of the men coming and going. In between the johns, Ms Americana had to perform sex shows with Jezebelle's bouncers and bartenders and other men that worked there. Finally, she was forced atop a round table in the middle of the room, on all fours.

It was time to be ceremoniously unmasked.

To make a better show of it, Jezebelle strapped on a ten inch, crimson dildo, and crawled up on the table behind her slave super heroine. She grabbed Ms Americana's shimmering black hair, yanking her head back, and promptly impaled the ass of the once proud vigilante vixen upon the strap-on.

"Uuuugggggghhh," Ms Americana grunted, feeling that thick shaft spreading her sphincter wide.

Dread consumed the shapely super heroine, turned profitable prostitute.

"Look at me, boys and girls!" Jezebelle cried joyously. "I am the woman to conquer the once Great and Mighty Ms Americana!"

Ms Americana groaned, feeling her words profoundly. Her statuesque body reacted appropriately, starting to build toward another monster climax as her mistress pumped her ruthlessly with that oversized strap-on, and molested her mind with her words of sexual victory and mental conquest. She clutched at the edge of the table as her back arched more, and her titanic tits swung back and forth, and tingled delightfully. She so wanted, so NEEDED, someone to play with those fat titties, play ROUGHLY with them.

"I love it!" Jezebelle cried. "I am the one responsible, in part, for what she did to poor, sweet Tatianna, yet I am the one that she submitted to. Go figure."

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, her mind reeling.

Why would she submit to the woman she initially was after, before accidentally accusing the wrong woman of her crimes? Where was the justice there? The original, and MOST GUILTY woman of them all was going free. Hell, more than going free, Jezebelle was being REWARDED for her bad conduct. Ms Americana was giving Jezebelle her every desire, and a major victory that would only make her reputation and make her a worse white slaver.

"Great….Liberty…Give…Me…STRENGTH!" Ms Americana cried, and whipped her head straight back.

"Uughh!" Jezebelle cried, the back of Ms Americana's head smashing into her face.

The sexy, white leather clad dominatrix, brothel owner and white slaver fell back and off the table, pulling the huge strap-on out of her prize super heroine. Ms Americana paused, suddenly feeling empty without a cock or dildo or fingers probing her orifices. But she knew what she had to do. Jezebelle could NOT escape justice.

The sexy Queen of Justice rolled off the table, squared off with Jezebelle -- who was still on the floor and on all fours shaking her head -- and kicked her in the chin. The gorgeous brothel owner collapsed and lay still. Then the bouncers cried out and leapt at her. Picking up a chair, the sexy super heroine used all of her martial skills to beat them, one and all, into the ground. Halfway through the beat down, the brothel's patrons realized the tide had turned, and left.

It took ten minutes to find all the pieces to her costume, including the golden power belt. She felt one hundred percent better dressed in her skimpy costume.

Ms Americana found a pair of handcuffs, secured Jezebelle's wrists behind her back and dragged her to her stiletto heeled feet by her hair. Then she dragged the dazed white slaver outside to her car. After stuffing her in the passenger side, the sweaty super heroine drove her to the edge of Sugar Town and handed her over to the first squad car she spotted.

"She's Jezebelle Roberts, boys. The DA knows what to do with her," Ms Americana said. "Take her way."

Spotting that damned lawyer, Everett Emerson, coming her way in his beat up old Ford, Ms Americana jumped in her car and left. She headed for The Palace, King Pimp's palatial palace of perverted pleasure and prostitution. She thought redeeming her battered reputation by taking down all the great powers in Sugar Town would be appropriate. As expected, the johns, prostitutes and bouncers scattered when she skidded to a stop before the Palace.

Getting out of her car, she paused to strike a super heroine pose as she looked up and up and up at the towering brothel. She couldn't image there was a larger brothel anywhere in the world. Indeed, she shook her head in wonder that Delta City was not only sick and sexually depraved enough to maintain such an edifice to debauchery, but the city's degenerate men actually kept several red light districts in business, and countless brothels. Of course, Delta City had become a Mecca of sorts for the sexually deviant tourists. The Far East had Bangkok, and America now had Delta City.

The thought disgusted her.

"Business as usual will not redeem you of your dastardly sins, Americana!" Everett cried, jumping out of his car. Her jaw dropped as she turned to gawk at him. How did he follow her? Her car was so much faster. "You can throw every brothel owner, every pimp and hooker in Sugar Town in jail, but it will NOT wipe out the crime you committed against Tatianna."

Ms Americana staggered back a step. He surprised her. She heard a gasp from the watching street people. At his accusation, many started moving in closer to listen.

"B-But I-I arrested Jezebelle! The DA will prosecute her, and send her to jail."

"Yes, Jezebelle will pay for HER crimes, but you've YET to atone for yours," Everett said.

Ms Americana gawked at him in stunned silence. She wanted to tell him of her hours and hours of sexual servitude, debauchery and perversions as Jezebelle's whore slave, but was too ashamed to mention it. In fact, the thought of it roused her libido and she felt her nipples harden and become super sensitive. Then she thought of poor Tatianna, forced to endure a lifetime of madness, and her few hours of penance evaporated into nothing.

Shame and guilt filled the sexy super heroine's heart. Her heart hammered at the thought of Tatianna. Her chest tightened and she struggled to breathe. Could she ever really atone for what happened to Tatianna? But she could try.

"By doing good deeds and selflessly giving of myself to the betterment of the community I will atone for my crime," Ms Americana said.

"A-ha! Then you ADMIT you committed a crime against Tatianna?"

"Ah, yes," she said weakly. "It's been proven I was MISTAKEN, not criminal, per se, but Tatianna suffered grievous physical and emotional torments, tortures and madness due to my actions. I admit that I must pay for my part in that terrible tragedy."

"If you truly believe that, and desire to give penance, then kneel," Everett commanded, eyes flashing. He held up a leash and collar. Her baby blues locked on that frightening BDSM fashion accessory. "Yield to me. Now."

"WHAT!?!" she cried, baby blues wide as she shook her head negatively. "Why you?"

"I am Tatianna's lawyer. I am her CHAMPION," he cried. "To do penance, you must submit to me. I am Tatianna's only champion, her AVENGING angel. You can only earn you penance through me."

"I-I can't…I can't do that," Ms Americana stammered, hands pressed over her racing heart. "I am the Queen of Justice. I am Ms Americana, Delta City's premier super heroine and champion of the down-trotten and honest citizens."

"Tatianna is way more than just down-trotten, O Great and Mighty Queen of IN-Justice!" he cried imperiously. She gasped and staggered back a step as the crowd began to grumble. "Justice, true justice, is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

"But if I submit you, then YOU will perpetrate vile acts of debauchery and degradation upon me!"

He swatted her left tit. "Exactly! Tit for tat," he said. "Yes! Tits for Tat! You surrender your tits, your body, for Tat's lost life."

"Tits for Tat!" the street people cried. They demanded! "Americana's tits for Tatianna!"

"I can't!" she cried. "Don't you understand, I'm Ms Am -- "

"Tit for Tat!" Everett cried, unbuckling the black leather, silver studded dog collar -- SLAVE collar.

She gawked at him, her heart cold and aching, hammering uncontrollably. They weren't letting her think, weren't letting her consider her best course of action. Why wouldn't they give her a mere minute to think?

"Ms Americana, you are charged with grievously and wantonly destroying the life of a true innocent," Everett declared loudly. "You've already admitted guilt before these people, all citizens of Delta City. You have CONFESSED."

"Oh!" she cried, staggered by the enormity of that fact. "I…I…."

"Now, like TATIANNA did, you are required by your sense of justice, by HONOR to SUBMIT to the will of the people," Everett said. "Kneel, and submit now."

"KNEEL!" the crowded roared. "Kneel to JUSTICE."

"Justice?" she whispered, her mind spinning.

"Do you recall Tatianna's face, her expression, when you testified against her?" Everett asked. That image of shock and betrayal, of horror and disbelief flashed before her mind's eye. "Do you recall her reaction to being CONVICTED?"

"Oh," Ms Americana groaned, strength bleeding from her and dropping to her knees on the cold sidewalk. How could she ever forget that pitiful look of despair? "Great Liberty, what have I done?"

"You KILLED true innocence," Everett said, and tapped her under the chin with the collar. Ms Americana looked up into his unmerciful eyes, then glanced around at the street people surrounding them. They were so full of righteous anger. And rightly so. She closed her baby blue eyes, feeling a pair of tears roll down her cheeks. How long had it been since she cried? "We, the People, sentence, you -- Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice -- to LIFE in bondage."

Ms Americana lifted her chin and Everett buckled the collar around her slender neck. The camera flashes lit up the night like midday. The collar reminded her of the collar that Jezebelle had fastened around her neck earlier that day, and her body recalled what happened next that time. Butterflies erupted deep in her belly, all warm and tingly. She felt her pussy start to moisten, tingling and aching.

With a heavy heart, the statuesque Queen of Justice looked around at the people witnessing her final moments as a super heroine. Countless people were taking her picture, with cameras and cell phones, not to mention the few she spotted with video cameras. It was well documented.

Everett tugged on the leash, and Ms Americana rose up high on her knees before him, his bulging crotch just inches from her beautiful masked face. She looked at his tented trousers, swallowed hard, remembered what Tatianna endured, and looked up into Everett's eyes, full red lips slightly parted and trembling.

"Is there no mercy for me?"

"Tatianna received no mercy," he said. "Now suck my dick."

Red gloved hands reached up tentatively, and slowly unzipped the second-rate lawyer's pants. She fished out his cock, seized it around the base. Then with a grimace, Ms Americana opened wide and guided him into her mouth amid a flurry of camera flashes.

"Oh, yes," Everett groaned. "Justice realized, at long last."

"YES!" the crowd crowed.

"Mmmmmm," Ms Americana moaned, strangely enjoying the taste of cock.

After bobbing her head up and down his shaft a long moment, she started licking him cock head to base, back and forth, top and bottom, all around. She licked him with growing enthusiasm, growing pleasure. Soon, she realized he was about to lose it, so gobbled his cock down seconds before he erupted into her mouth.

"Mmmmm," Ms Americana groaned, sucking down all his hot, sticky seed.

The vanquished vixen was pulled to her red booted feet. Everett paraded her around the wide circle of street people watching, giving them all a good look at their once feared and hated nemesis. Now the scourge of Sugar Town was collared and leashed, tamed and claimed. Now she served THEM in the most base manner imaginable.

"A fit and fair punishment," Everett declared, and pulled off her red, white and blue strapless top. Her legendary 44DDs flopped and jiggled before everyone's awestruck eyes. Her hands went up to cover them protectively, but slowly dropped at Everett's disapproving look. "You have no right to modesty, woman. You are a slave now and forever."

"I-I am a s-s-slave?" she stammered, baby blues wide and mind whirling. "You are my master?"

"Yes. Call me master from now on."

"Yes, Master."

All that only stoked the fire in her belly. Then a familiar face separated from the crowd. Anabel, in her too familiar sexed up Flag Girl outfit. She was a sexy street hooker of twenty-eight that had a love of dressing up as the city's blonde super heroines on the job. Ms Americana had arrested her a few times after failing to convince her to leave that illicit lifestyle. Tall, blonde and shapely, she smiled evilly as she walked up.

"End of the line, heh, Ms Americana?" Anabel said, smiling smugly. "Defeat and despair look good on you, Ameri-bitch."

Anabel stepped behind the shapely super heroine turned sex slave, and pulled her bottoms down to her booted ankles, then made her step out of them. She handed the bottoms to Everett, before reaching to the small of Ms Americana's back and removing her shiny gold power belt.

"Ms Americana is de-powered!" Anabel cried victoriously to the crowd. She strutted around the perimeter of the crowd circling them, holding the golden power belt stretched out high over her head for all to see, like she was inside a boxing ring between rounds. "She is incapable of defending herself against US any more."

After handing that off to Everett, Anabel moved up behind her old foe on the street, and reached around to cup her 44DDs. Ms Americana heard the crowd suck in their breath as the sexy hooker laid hands on the naked super heroine's large tits. The statuesque, black-haired beauty's arms went out to the side, hands splayed and eyes wide in surprise and confusion. She didn't know what to do as the beautiful hooker began fondling her in the most erotic manner before everyone's very pleased eyes, and their cameras.

Then Anabel's left hand slid down across Ms Americana's rock hard belly, down to her bikini waxed, close-cropped pubic mount and beyond, to her bubblegum pink nether lips as cameras clicked and flashed. She found those pussy lips firm and slippery wet.

"Ms Americana is sopping wet, boys and girls!" Anabel cried. The camera flashes intensified, lighting them up brightly. "She wants US as much as we want her!"

"Oh! Great Liberty!" Ms Americana cried as Anabel found her engorged clit and started rubbing it exactly like she liked it best. The butterflies were burned away within seconds, and she felt her body building toward climax fast. In just over a minute of manual manipulation of her clit, Anabel had her panting like a dog on a hot summer day. Frightened by the enormity of the pending orgasm, Ms Americana tried to fight it, tried to fend it off, but it was not to be. Anabel was just too talented for that, and then a monster climax ripped through the sexy super heroine's shapely body. And another, and another in quick succession, thanks to the hooker's incredible knowledge of the female body and her natural hedonistic talent. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! Goddess help….meee….aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oooooh, please….I cannot ….take….another….aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, Anabel has TAMED me!"

Anabel released her and Ms Americana dropped to her knees, too weak from those huge climaxes to stand. Panting and sweaty, the vanquished vigilante vixen looked up at her feminine ravisher with big baby blue eyes and the gorgeous hooker stepped in front of her. Then Anabel lifted her tight, form fitting skirt to reveal she was running commando.

"Eat me," Anabel commanded.

"Y-Yes, Mistress," Ms Americana whispered, and licked full red lips as she stared at that Brazilian waxed pussy. She realized she wasn't the only one extremely aroused, because pussy juices were glistening on Anabel's hairless nether lips, and she even spotted a long drop forming and almost ready to drip off. With a tight throat, heart pounding in her ears, the Queen of Justice leaned in, tongue extended and licked off that single drop. "Mmmmm."

Ms Americana's became extremely horny, pressed her lips firmly to the pussy, and began licking with long, firm strokes. As red gloved hands began stroking Anabel's firm round rump, shapely thighs and well rounded hips, Ms Americana's eager tongue pushed past those slippery pussy lips and into her hot slit. In no time the oversexed super heroine was licking, nibbling and sucking pussy and clit with relish, oblivious to the ceaseless flashing and clicking of the cameras.

Anabel put on almost as good a show as Ms Americana for the people and cameras, as she loved every second of the shapely super heroine's erotic attention. Ms Americana pulled half a dozen climaxes from the shapely hooker in ten minutes. Then Everett reclaimed his prize.

"It was only fitting that Ms Americana was abused and gave sexual pleasure to a hot babe, since Tatianna was first deflowered by another woman in prison," Everett declared. "Ok, boys, who wants to be first to mount the Great and Mighty Sexy Ms Americana?"

Every hand went up, their faces eager. Everett looked around and picked two huge men. A big blonde and an only slightly shorter, but broader, African American. She was ordered to her feet, then bent over at the waist. The big black man moved up behind her, and whipped out a thick, ten inch cock. She gasped at the sight of it. He grinned, and guided it to her previously well fucked pussy. He rammed it in all the way first stroke.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiieee! Uuugggghhh," she cried, and groaned. Her back arched and she grasped desperately at thin air. She already felt weak and insignificant, pathetic and defeated. That cock would surely finish her off. Then as he began a wonderfully long, deep stroke in and out, the big blonde moved up and shoved an equally long, if not quite as thick, shaft between her full red lips. "Mmmm. Umm."

Together, they fucked her stupid. They fucked her hard, fast and long. In just a little over a minute she had her first orgasm. The next came a minute later. Each successive one came a little quicker, a little more powerfully, a little more profoundly. Within five minutes Ms Americana's mind was burned away, leaving nothing but a grunting, gasping sex machine eagerly, hungrily fucking and sucking them.

They fucked her for over forty-five minutes. The last twenty minutes was machine gun orgasms. They were replaced by two more men, who quickly got her back into machine gun climaxes. Then two more replaced them, and so on and so on, for four hours. Then hookers she'd hassled for years took over, having their sinister fun at her expense. So it was after midnight when Ms Americana, was forced to stand before Everett, her shapely body shimmering wetly with sweat.

"Master?" she said, exhausted and confused. She was only able to remain standing with the help of two naked hookers, each holding onto an arm.

"The Queen of Justice is no more," Everett declared, and reached up and pulled off her tiara. She gasped as the crowded cheered. Everett removed her earrings and choker. "You have been sentenced to sexual slavery, a lifetime of sexual servitude." Her gloves were pulled off, then her red boots unzipped and pulled off. The cameras never ceased their clicking and flashing. Ever. "I strip you of all you were, of all the fame and glory, of all the honor and respect you enjoyed." He reached out and ripped off her mask. His eyes widened with recognition, and extreme pleasure and satisfaction. "Ms Americana is dead! And BRENDA WADE will serve the rest of her life on her BACK, legs spread."

"Great Liberty, I am unmasked!" she cried, knees buckling. "I am destroyed."

Everett yanked her leash. Her wide baby blues locked on him. She wasn't really capable of much thought after a night of intense sexual use and abuse, then being publicly stripped and unmasked. The unmasking made it sink in more than anything else -- she was a slave. A worthless sex slave, living only for the sexual pleasure of men.

"Brenda, there is no better place for you to serve your just sentence than in King Pimp's tender care, here at the Palace," Everett said, eyes flashing. "Go to him and submit to his will. Give yourself to your enemy, and obey him as his slave."

Everett handed her the rolled up leash, still attached to her collar at the other end. She watched as Everett gathered up her entire costume in his arms.

"What are you going to do with my costume?"

"I am going to have it mounted, as a trophy," he said. "To remind me of my victory over you."

"Oh," she said, eyes dropping. Then Brenda -- she couldn't think of herself as Ms Americana anymore -- turned and headed for the Palace's front door. The crowd parted before her, eyes eager to watch her final descent into the gutter and sexual slavery. The cameras recorded her every step. She found King Pimp waiting just outside the door.

The towering, muscle bound black man stared at her with intense brown eyes, full of victory and satisfaction. He was wearing an expensive looking purple suit. She idly wondered if Everett pre-arranged SELLING her to him. He was a sleazy lawyer, so surely didn't give her up for free.

"M-Master, I have been given into your care," she said, handing him the rolled up portion of the leash. When he took it from her, Brenda dropped to her knees. "I am yours to do with as you please, Master."

"I accept you as my slave, Brenda Wade," King Pimp said, his voice deep and menacing. He gave a tiny signal, and a large thronelike chair was brought out the door and set down behind him. The giant black pimp dropped his pants, exposing the biggest cock Brenda had ever seen, then he sat down. This cock stood up like a flagpole. "Mount up, Brenda."

Breathe catching, Brenda stood up, moved up until she was straddling his lap, then reached down and guided his enormous cock to her tingling pussy. Then she placed perfectly manicured hands on his wide shoulders, locked eyes with her new master, and dropped her weight.

"Uuuuuggggghhhh," Brenda groaned wantonly as that thick shaft spread her like no other before. A shiver ran up her spine and her head rolled back as she inched down, down, down that monster cock. What Ms Americana had been to giant tits, King Pimp was to giant cocks. He was the KING of pimps for a very good reason. No woman went untamed after a session impaled on that cock. "Oh, master!"

With his hands on her well rounded hips, King Pimp forced her body all the way down his cock, then got her started bouncing upon it, moving up and down the entire length of that huge cock to maximize his effect on her shapely, vulnerable body. Then he seized her bouncing, jiggling 44DDs and began to lustfully maul them. She moaned and groaned with hedonistic pleasure as he licked and sucked, nibbled and gnawed hungrily on her super sensitive, titanic tits.

Brenda's incredible body reacted profoundly to this more intense use. Within the minute another monster climax was hammering at her door. She intensified the speed of her bouncing, trying to maximize the power of that coming orgasm. She so wanted it to be the best ever. And even more, she wanted him to cum at the exact same time.

"King Pimp OWNS me! Owns Brenda Wade! Owns Ms Americana!" she cried, trying to make him cum so she could. "I am your slave, Master! Fuck me! Fuck me! Great Liberty, fuck me stupid! You…own…MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Brenda climaxed, unable to hold it any longer. But she was successful, too, since King Pimp grunted and shot his wad deep inside her. Her pussy quivered and trembled intensely, the last echoes of that wonderful orgasm radiating throughout her gorgeous body as it milked her master of every drop of cum.

Brenda locked eyes with her master, licked her dry lips and smiled wantonly.

"Now what, Master?"

He indicated the three women to either side of them, holding skimpy, sexy clothes.

"We dress you up, and you go to work," he said. "After all, I am a pimp."

"Of course, Master," she said.

She pulled herself off his still hard cock. Dropping to her knees between his legs, Brenda spent the next ten minutes licking his cock and balls completely clean. For reward, she got a mouthful of cum.

Brenda was then cleaned up by a pair of redheaded twins in black latex dominatrix outfits, before the three hookers began sheathing her in sexy hooker attire. She wore a very tight black latex dress so low cut it barely covered her 44DDs, with the straps buckling over her shoulders and the hem having four garters dropping down to hold up her very dark black stockings. Six inch spike heeled pumps with a sexy strap around her ankle were put on her feet. They made up her face more brightly, and further adorned her shapely body with huge silver hoop earrings and matching bangles on her left wrist. The slave collar remained around her slender neck, as a reminder of her new station in life.

"Master, do I meet with your approval?" Brenda asked with a knowing smile.

"Absolutely. Now, get to work."

"Yes, Master," Brenda said, and turned to the crowd and the flashing cameras.

"Anyone want a date with me?"

A dozen men rushed up to her. Brenda smiled, shaking her head at the weakness of men. Even as an abject sex slave, she had power. She smiled and chose her first trick, promising the others they would all have their turn. Then she took the twentysomething drug pusher by the hand and led him into the Palace, and to her room, to begin a long and lucrative career as the Palace's most popular and profitable prostitute.

THE END