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MS AMERICANA: TO SERVE AND SUBMIT

By Dark One

OUR STORY SO FAR:

Ms Americana has been captured. She stood with her hands behind her head and glared daggers at the hated pimp. Even captured, she couldn't help posing like a super heroine: left hip thrust to the side and leg slightly bent, her red, white and blue, star-spangled and striped bikini clad body tall and proud, 44DDs thrust out and blue, star-spangled masked face held high. A golden tiara crowned the legendary Queen of Justice, not to mention being crowned by a silky black mane to make a super model jealous. Her super heroine costume was finished off with blue choker, red gauntlet gloves and red stiletto boots. The golden power belt that infused her drop-dead gorgeous, super shapely body with super strength and endurance rested in the hands of her captor.

Nothing about that night had gone right. First, her car battery was dead. She had to go into the city astride her motorcycle. Going to Sugar Town, intent on spending the evening looking for a particularly unsavory pimp, Kid Rotten, she left her bike in a dark alley. Upon her return an hour later, it was gone. Stolen. That left her stranded in the middle of Sugar Town at ten at night, just as things started to liven up. Since her sidekick, as Lydia, was at a friend's birthday party, she wouldn't be home until late to come pick her up. So Ms Americana decided to continue her search for the hated pimp.

An hour later, she found him beating the bloody snot out of one of his girls. Ms Americana cried out for him to surrender. When he ran for it instead, she raced after him. As she passed the bloody and beaten whore, the two-faced bitch stuck out a foot and tripped her. The Queen of Justice tripped head first into a brick wall. When she woke up her power belt was removed and she was captured by Kid Rotten.

# # #

"You won't get away with this, Rotten," Ms Americana said arrogantly.

Kid Rotten was sitting on the hood of his purple Caddy, deep inside a dark alley and lit only by his headlights. Looking into those bright halogen lights, she could barely make out her captor. Two of his favorite hookers stood with him, one to either side. She'd arrested both hookers at least a dozen times each. She had beaten them both separately and together many times, trying to "persuade" them to find more savory employment. Both were tall, shapely and gorgeous -- Platinum blonde Heather Locks and redhead Lindsey Logan. They were similarly attired in leather bustiers, micro minis, dark stockings and stiletto pumps.

Two thugs, looking to be about nineteen or twenty each, stood to either side of her. One was a no neck Hispanic. Thick limbed and brutal looking. Pablo Saenz was Kid's chief enforcer. Jimmy Wong was the other, a scarred up Chinese American, and was Kid's main bodyguard. He was a martial arts expert. He was the taller at six foot five, to Pablo's six foot even. They wore jeans and t-shirts.

Kid Rotten was tall and lanky, though brutally strong and a vicious fighter. Ms Americana had tangled with him a few times. He fought dirty but her superior strength and cunning always ensured she won the fight. Though, if honest, she'd admit he got in more good punches than any other person ever on her. He had a penchant for the color purple. Wore purple suits and a purple bowler most of the time. Even his Cadillac was purple.

"Of course I will, Ms Americana," Kid said, grinning. He hefted her all important power belt. "Without this, you are just another beautiful woman. Another woman I can fuck into submission and put to work on the street." He caressed Lindsey's soft face. "Lindsey is the daughter of the mayor, and an heiress. She loves working for me." Then he patted the rump of the blonde. "Heather used to be an actress. Had her own sitcom, until I nailed her fine white ass during hiatus, and she never went back to Hollywood."

"Society and Hollywood sluts," Ms Americana sneered. "I'm a tougher nut to crack, Kid. And you know it. I'm the Queen of Justice, the premier super heroine in the country."

"Yada yada yada," Kid sneered right back at her. He slid off the Caddy and started walking towards her. "You are an arrogant, man hating, snooty, self-absorbed bitch. You are the premier goodie-two-shoes of the country, too full of yourself, too beautiful with too big titties. In a word, every man alive will cream his shorts when they hear that you were captured and forced into prostitution."

"Men will come from all over the country to hire her for sex," Heather said smugly.

"From all over the world," Lindsey said. "Sweet."

"They'll hire her to go round-the-world with her," Kid snickered. He reached around and patted her round rump. "If you know what I mean, Ms A-bootilicous."

"Keep your hands to yourself, pimp," she snarled. "I am a superior woman, not for the likes of you. You disgust me. Besides, Ms Americana is ABOVE such crass, disgusting carnal activities."

Kid seized her wrists and pushed her up against the brick wall. Ms Americana's head bounced off the wall, making her gasp. A second later she found him pressed against her, her 44DDs pressed into his chest and his nose touching hers. She could feel his hot breath on her full red lips, smell his cheap aftershave and feel the thick bulge in his pants.

"You may THINK you aren't for the likes of me, Ms Super Arrogant," he said. His lips brushed hers as he spoke, his dark blonde goatee tickled her chin. "But like it or not, I am about to FUCK you. Fuck you long and hard. Then my boys are going to fuck you some more. And then, I am going to put that fine round ass to work -- hooking. And you WILL prostitute yourself. I promise."

"You will be sadly disappointed, Kid," she said, baby blues fierce. "The Queen of Justice submits to no man. Ms Americana spreads her legs for no one." She looked him dead in the eye and snarled. "I will NEVER be a prostitute. Bank on it."

He grinned. "You have pretty lips." He KISSED her. Long and hard.

"Mmmmmmm!" she cried, frozen for a long moment.

Ms Americana struggled. She tried to pull her wrists free, but he was too strong. He easily held her in place, allowing him to kiss her deeply, to his heart's content. After a minute or two, she gave up when she realized her struggles were arousing his libido. A second later his tongue pushed into her mouth, and he spent a good five minutes savoring his victory on her full red lips.

Kid motioned, and the two thugs seized her arms. The sleazy pimp paused to look her over, smacking his lips and using one finger to lift her chin high. Then he reached for her 44DDs. A second later, her strapless red, white and blue top was unsnapped and pulled off. He tossed the top to Heather, who tossed it on the hood with her power belt.

"Oh, momma! Them some HOT meatballs," Kid crowed. And grabbed them in both hands, making her gasp as her eyes closed and head rolled back. He hefted them, squeezed them, then patted them from below just to watch them dance. Then he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist and buried his face into that silky canyon of cleavage. "Yummmm."

"Great Liberty!" she cried. "Unhand me, you vile, sleazy pimp!"

"No," he said. And laughed before he buried his face in her tits again.

To her shock, Ms Americana's body began to tingle and butterflies erupted in her belly. She squirmed and tossed her head, all to no avail. Then Heather and Lindsey joined them. The two twentysomething hookers both grabbed Ms Americana's bikini bottoms and yanked them down her shapely legs. Then while Lindsey took the bottoms to the hood of the Caddy, Heather reached between the sexy super heroine's legs and ran her perfectly manicured fingers through Ms Americana' close cropped, bikini waxed pubic patch.

"I like a woman who is well groomed down there," Heather purred into her ear. She ran her thumb across Ms Americana's lower lip. "Kid's right, you got pretty lips."

"What? No! Wait -- Mmmmmm!"

Heather's full pink lips locked on Ms Americana's red, and the deep, wet, lipstick kiss began. At first Heather was demanding, forceful, but once Ms Americana stopped fighting it the kiss became more sensual. A few minutes later tongues slipped into each other's mouth and the kiss became playful and passionate. During this time, Heather started fondling, caressing Ms Americana's free tit. Heather pinched and tugged on her nipple at the same time their tongues began to tease each other.

Lindsey returned to find herself squeezed out upstairs, so dropped to her knees and began caressing the statuesque super heroine's pussy. She found it moist and radiating heat. It smelled musty and sweet, with just a hint of urine. So Lindsey spread the hapless heroine's pussy lips wide and buried her face in it.

"Uuummmmmm," Ms Americana cried into the deep kiss, finding herself sexually assaulted from a new direction. Seconds later, Lindsey's very experienced tongue found her clitoris, sending a jolt of pure electrical pleasure ripping through her shapely body. "Uugghhh!"

"Wow," Lindsey giggled. "Talk about super sensitive super cunts!"

"Do it again," Kid said, then sank back into her tits.

Ms Americana's back arched and she started panting through her nose as Heather kissed, Kid sucked tit and Lindsey scrambled her libido and brain with her insidiously talented tongue. What little strength the Queen of Justice had remaining started to bleed away. Their sick and perverted use of her super sexy body was making her hopelessly weak.

For the first time in her life, Ms Americana prayed for a super heroine to come to her rescue. Any one would do, even that pesky, bumbling Azure Angel. But, alas, none were forthcoming, and she knew it.

<Okay, all I have to do is endure my coming rape,> she thought, trying to come up with a plan of escape. <I'll LET them have their sick fun at my expense. Once Kid foolishly puts me on the street, to force me to prostitute myself, then I'll make my escape. And I'll be back for vengeance!>

Then a delicate feminine finger penetrated her pussy, and plunged into her vagina. Ms Americana's eyes went wide yet again, because Lindsey's finger seemed to be going eerily straight for her G-Spot.

"Uuughh," she cried when Lindsey stroked her G-Spot even as she was starting to suck on her engorged clit with wild abandon. From out of no where an orgasm boiled up. Deep and intense, it erupted a bare moment after the redheaded hooker started a circular stroke over her G-Spot while sucking her clit. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh! Great Liberty! Oh…My….Gaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwdddddddd!"

"Lindsey, swap with me," Kid commanded.

Lindsey giggled as she jumped to her feet and took over sucking on that nipple. Heather kept up her nipple pulling, deep kissing action going non-stop. Ms Americana expected Kid to kneel between her legs and eat her out like Lindsey had done. Instead, he unzipped, pulled out a huge, ten inch cock and grabbed her by the butt cheeks.

"I've been dreaming of this moment a long time, Americana," Kid said, gray eyes dancing with wicked delight. "Prepare to be tamed, bitch."

"Never! I cannot be tamed," she cried.

"We'll see about that," he said.

They all paused, breathlessly, as they watched Kid guide his rock hard ten-incher straight to, and inside her still quivering twat. Ms Americana gasped, eyes rolled up and head fell back as he penetrated her outer folds, then pressed into her vagina. She was slippery wet, already well-lubed thanks to Lindsey's tongue and finger action.

"Uuuuugggggghhhhh, so….uh, so….so….big," she groaned. She panted, then groaned. "Too big…oh, please, you're hurting me…oh, uuuhhh. Great Liberty!"

Lindsey claimed her lips, to which Heather snorted in anger before starting to suck on a tit. Lindsey's glistening purple lips were full, firm and slippery. In a word, very sensual. She was even better than Heather at kissing. And that was saying something.

Kid's cock inside her was quite profound. Much more so than Lindsey's lips and fingers, as great as those were. The hated pimp's huge cock demanded her undivided attention as he beat her will into submission. Until that moment, she'd never believed the tales of women, especially super heroines, being fucked into submission. She had scoffed and ignored the stories as pathetic attempts by spineless men to belittle superior women.

Ms Americana wasn't so sure now.

Every stroke of his cock drove deeper inside her. Every stroke hammered her libido, hammered her strength and ability to reason. After a few minutes of his ceaseless pumping, she was panting loudly through her nose and making tiny animal noises. Her entire world was the three people stroking her libido, stroking her inner whore. Soon the whore was shoulder to shoulder with the super heroine, battling.

The whore won.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Yes! YES!"

"Yeah, baby," Kid called. "Let go, Ms Americana. Stop fighting us and ENJOY the ride."

"Ugh! Uggh! Yes! Oh, Great Liberty, yes," she cried. "Oh, more! Make me cum again. Please."

Kid swatted Heather's shapely rump. "Babe, go get the vibrator out of the glove box."

"The six inch one?"

"No, the big blue one," he said, grinning.

"Oh, the ten inch," she said, grinning just as wickedly.

Moments later Heather returned with a big ten inch phallic vibrator. It was dark blue and shaped like a dick. Ms Americana eyed it warily.

"Stick up her butt," Kid said, and doubled the rate of pumping he was doing.

"Great…" Ms Americana cried as Heather rammed it up her poop chute. Once again, the vanquished vigilante felt like she'd been ripped it two. "…Fucking Liberty! Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

Heather pumped the big dildo in and out, timing it so she was going in when Kid was pulling back. Once she got the dildo all the way in, she turned on the vibrator.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Oh! Uuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Kid Rotten and his two favorite whores fucked Ms Americana another twenty minutes, while she had one climax after another. Then they left the dildo in, and let the two thugs have fun for a full hour. When it was all over, the Queen of Justice was left sprawled across the hood of Kid's Caddy, unconscious.

"The Queen of Justice is dead," Kid quipped. "Long FUCK the Queen of Whores."

The vile pimp and his people spent the next hour cleaning up, sponging Ms Americana's cum-soaked body down, and making final plans to finally put the legendary pain in the ass, Ms Americana, to work hooking for fun and profit. Then when she woke up, Kid made her put her entire costume back on and then the two thugs grabbed her arms and held on tightly.

<Idiots,> she thought. There was no need to hold her now. As far as they knew she was fucked into submission. They thought she was tamed. They were wrong. Close, but not quite. <Let's get on with this dog and pony show, so I can get out on my own and go home.>

Ms Americana, though weary beyond anything she'd known before, was starting to feel like her old self again. True, the power belt she again wore was useless at the moment. Kid was an idiot to return it to her. If he kept it, then he would keep her. She couldn't very well leave without it. But he wanted her costume to be perfect for her johns' pleasure.

"One final thing before you start prostituting for me," Kid said, and pulled off her mask. Ms Americana almost swooned. Being unmasked was a more profound punch to the gut than being gang-raped. "Ah, I never would have suspected that Brenda Wade is Ms Americana! Wow, this day just gets better and better."

"Great Liberty, he knows who I really am," Ms Americana cried dismally. "He owns me now, really OWNS me."

"You got that right, Americana. Now I know you won't just run away when I put you to work," he said so smugly she wanted to punch his lights out. "If you do, I will start spreading the word. You're life won't be worth two cents if I do that."

"You…you….sick bastard! How dare you!" she cried. "You've destroyed something good and wonderful."

"And created a hot and fun whore in her place," Kid said. "Now, Heather and Lindsey will help you. Go make daddy some money."

"What?" she stammered. For the first time, Ms Americana understood she HAD to prostitute herself. Before, she was planning to escape. But Kid owned her now. He had the ultimate knowledge, the ultimate power over any masked super heroine. He had her secret identity. "You would really do that to me? To ME?"

"Duh," he said. "I'm a pimp."

"Strangely enough, pimps do things like that," Heather said wistfully. "Believe me, I know. I couldn't believe it the first time he made me turn tricks."

"Ditto," Lindsey said. "But we've learned to love it. Kid brought to life our inner whores, and we love him for it."

After she put her mask back on, Lindsey took Ms Americana by the red gloved hand and led her down the alley. Ms Americana followed mindlessly. Shocked. Stunned. Everything she'd endured, only to see her last desperate plans so brutally ripped away. Now she was being blackmailed into prostitution. Kid would never release her. He would whore her until her youth and beauty were history, then sell her to her enemies.

"I'm doomed," she muttered.

"Yep," Heather said, and patted her shapely rump. "But you'll have loads of sexual escapades and fun for a couple years."

"How old are you?" Lindsey asked.

"Thirty-four," she answered.

"Really? You look twenty-five," Heather said. "I hope I look that good when I'm that old."

"What do you mean by 'that old?'"

"Hey, there's one of my regulars," Lindsey said, waving at a fat black man. "Hey now, dawg. How you doin', Big Daddy?"

"Hey now, little baby cakes," he said, waving her over to his big 1973 Buick. He patted the passenger seat. "I was looking for you. Hop in and lets go."

"You want a two for one, Big Daddy?" Lindsey purred, crawling onto the front seat and nuzzling his ear. "My pimp got this new girl who needs breaking in. You got a major break-them-in kinda cock. How about? Both of us for the price of me."

"Really?" he looked around her. Ms Americana squatted in the open door, so he could see what he was getting. His eyes almost bugged out. "Is that? No, I mean, she looks just like the real Americana."

"I am the real MS Americana," she said disdainfully. "So, you want to make love to me? Or not. I don't have all day for some sexual deviant to make up his putrid man brain."

"Daammmnn, she IS Ms Americana," he said.

"Kid Rotten beat her up and defeated her tonight. Then he broke her on his cock and made her his bitch," Lindsey said. "You want to be her very first paying customer? Hmmm?"

"Hell yes!"

Lindsey slanted a smug smile back at Ms Americana. "Hop in, Ms Ameri-whore."

He drove them to the nearest hooker hotel. It was a five story establishment Ms Americana had raided many times. Then, to add insult to injury, Big Daddy pulled a dog collar and leash out of the back seat.

"Just for giggles and grins, like put this on her and parade her through the hotel," he said. "You know what I'm saying?"

Lindsey agreed and the black leather collar (which was filthy and obvious really used on a large dog) was buckled around her slender throat and the silver chain leash attached. Big Daddy took the leash and led Ms Americana across the sidewalk and into the hotel. The pushers, hookers, johns and other street people just gawked at them.

Ms Americana's face was beat red.

The hotel was full. But Lindsey already had a room on the top floor. Big Daddy still had to pay for it, so she could collect Kid's half afterwards. Then Ms Americana led the way up the stairs, so Big Daddy could enjoy the view, enjoy the sight of her fine round ass shaking as she walked.

The other hookers instantly recognized her as the real Ms Americana. They all knew each other too well. At first seeing her terrified them. Then they saw the dog collar, and leash dropping down to the hand of the big African American following her up the stairs. Realizing she was captured, and what was going to happen to her upstairs, they began to grin. Then words started spreading that Ms Americana was working, was prostituting herself.

They were elated. Laughter, jokes and cruel taunts followed the humiliated heroine up the stairs.

The room at the top was small and dingy. The bed had a valley down the middle. A single window let in a bare hint of air.

"Ask for the money," Lindsey said. "Always get the money first."

"How much?" Ms Americana asked.

"For you, right now, fifty."

"That will be fifty dollars, Big Daddy."

He handed her fifty, mostly in ones and fives. Ms Americana handed it to Lindsey after counting it. Then she removed her top.

"Top or bottom, mister?"

"I want to lay down on the bed, let you suck me off, then mount you to cum."

"Sweet," she said, not sounding pleased. "Suck and fuck. My very favorite."

Ms Americana knew her enemy well. She knew how prostitutes operated. What they would and wouldn't do. And what they might be convinced to do for the right amount of cold, hard cash.

"I'm really first?" he said, hurrying to remove his clothes.

"Yes, sir. You have the distinct and unsavory honor of being Ms Americana's very first paying customer," she said, distaste plastered across her beautiful masked face. "Of course, three other men and two women…" She pointed at Lindsey. "…have already fucked me. Which, is the reason I'm here."

"Kid Rotten fucking her into submission was a beautiful sight to behold," Lindsey said. "Cool, huh?"

"Very cool," Big Daddy said with enthusiasm. He couldn't get his awestruck eyes off her naked 44DDs. Naked, save for his black nylon socks, he lay on the bed and grinned. "I'm ready."

Ms Americana took hold of the leash's snap at her collar. "May I?"

"Sure, take them off. Nothing not part of your costume should be on your great body and not much of the costume," he said magnanimously.

Ms Americana unsnapped the leash, then removed the collar. She handed both to Lindsey. The other hooker tossed them on the room's only chair, then removed her own skirt while the sexy super heroine removed her bikini bottoms. Ms Americana took her place on one side of Big Daddy and Lindsey moved to the other side.

"Big Daddy likes it when you start sucking and licking his balls, then slowly work your way up his big cock," Lindsey said. "Normally, if it takes longer you charge for it. But Big Daddy is a regular, so gets special treatment."

"Like first shot as Kid's newest girl," he said, grinning.

"And EX-super heroine," Lindsey chimed in, giggling.

Ms Americana's smile was utterly insincere. That just made them both giggle with delight. So she ignored them and took his cock in one gloved hand. It wasn't as large as Kid's ten inches, but still large at eight. And like Kid's (and his two thugs) it stank of sweat and urine. Reeked even worse, in fact.

"Do you ever wash this foul thing?"

"Suck it!" Lindsey snapped, blue eyes flashing. "Now!"

"Great Liberty, I'm ruined," Ms Americana groaned. "Defiled, debauched and forced to turn tricks like some cheap two-bit whore."

"Now."

"Okay," she muttered, sucked in a deep breath and held it.

Holding her breath, she lowered her face until her full red lips touched his large, wrinkled-skin, hairy balls. She kissed them gently, then licked them once. Gagged. Licked again. Gagged, and licked several times. After a few minutes, she'd licked the foul taste off and it wasn't as bad. Unfortunately for her, the heat and butterflies had returned to her belly and loins.

After the balls were licked clean, Ms Americana started on the cock. She found its taste just as disgusting. But now she was more used to it. No more gagging. She licked it up and down, all around. She licked off the wet sticky that had oozed out while she was sucking on his balls. Then she started giving head. Soon her head was bouncing up and down, impaled upon his cock.

"That's enough," Big Daddy said, gasping and sweating. "If I cum in your mouth I'd have to pay extra to fuck your pussy," he said, grinning. "I might be a regular, but Lindsey is a stickler for that rule."

"Yep," she said. "And so are you. They pay for you to make them cum. Once that happens, you are through."

Ms Americana nodded approval. That was fine with her. The less time with her johns the better.

Big Daddy moved aside and let Ms Americana slid into the warm, now sweaty valley in the bed. The captive super heroine spread her legs and helped her first john move between them. If went so fast she had little time to contemplate what she was doing. Then, she took hold of his dick and guided him into her waiting, wet pussy.

The super sexy super heroine gasped, body tensed and then sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed into her. Pushed in deeply. That penetration was profound for her, for she was being fucked for cash.

<Great Liberty, I am a whore! A filthy prostitute,> she thought in misery. <I have truly fallen to the depths of despair and debauchery."

"Oh, yes," he breathed. "I'm fucking Ms Americana."

"Yes you are, big boy," Ms Americana said through clenched teeth. It revolted her to give him "pillow talk." But she wanted him overexcited so he'd cum faster. But, it really did feel great. "Ugh. Quite big, in fact. Whew, good?"

"I'm good," he said, his cock having slid all the way inside her with slippery ease. "I thought there would be a bit more resistance."

"Sorry, I was ganged raped before this, so you're getting sloppy fourths," Ms Americana sneered. "Maybe next time I'll be tighter."

He pumped it a couple times. She gasped and tensed. Stretched out by her pimp and thugs or not she felt him deep inside her. He was large enough to get her libido all fired up and scrambling her brains.

"Great Liberty, that feels so good," she groaned miserably. "I am such a whore."

"I knew it," Big Daddy said, straining. "Oh yeah, babe. You the best. You like this, don't you?"

"Yes," she groaned, honestly. "So good."

Her knees came up, then she straightened her long legs. Big Daddy found himself in a very lovely V. Then Ms Americana seized the back of her legs below the knees, and pulled hard, pulling her wide spread legs way back towards her head. It excited Big Daddy, but mostly she did it to give him better access and let his cock drive even deeper into her. This made it feel better for her.

"Ooohh," she groaned. "Ride me, Big Daddy. Oh yes. Ride me hard, my Big Daddy."

Her body remembered what sex was for. Kid had taught her well earlier. She was soon panting and begging for it faster, faster, faster. Big Daddy obliged her the best he could. In less than five minutes she was at the edge of ecstasy

"Oh, YES!" he cried, spewing hot seed deep in her cunt.

The feel of his cock convulsing, spewing creamy cum sent her over the top.

"Oh! Ooooooo…Yeeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwwwww!"

"And Ms Americana makes it official. She has BROKEN the law and performed a lewd and lascivious act with a paying customer. She pandered, and followed through," Lindsey said. "Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, is now a card carrying hooker."

"I'm such a whore," Ms Americana whispered dismally. "I don't deserve any better than this."

Lindsey proceeded to suck her regular client clean. Then sucked some more, until he came a second time in her mouth. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid she'd lost Big Daddy to Ms Americana forever. She was silently cursing her decision to double up with him.

The two hookers returned to the streets. For the rest of the night, either Heather or Lindsey accompanied Ms Americana on all of her jobs. But after Big Daddy, she was required to flag the johns down and barter for sex. She got good real quick. By 2 A.M. she'd worn both seasoned hookers out. Ms Americana never went more than thirty seconds on the street before someone stopped and picked her up. Heather and Lindsey had to alternate going with her.

After a night in Kid's bed, Ms Americana was put back on the street bright and early the next day. Ten o'clock in the morning, to be exact. Very early for hookers. And once again, she proved very adept at attracting johns. They practically flocked to her. Most didn't believe she was the read Ms Americana, but wanted to believe so pretended. She didn't care. Ms Americana only wanted cock inside her. She climaxed with each and every one of them. Sometimes she had multiple climaxes. By midafternoon Kid had her working alone.

Ms Americana made more money her first full day than any two other of Kid's working girls. And she was proud of it, too. Arrogantly proud. And so she remained for the next three weeks.

# # #

It was a bright and sunny Wednesday afternoon in Sugar Town. The street was almost empty. It was the lull before the storm. Time for the street walkers to relax and gossip, maybe take off their killer stilettos and massage their aching feet. Soon the johns would be off work and come cruising for them.

Ms Americana was with her pimp. He was leaning against the bumper of his purple Caddy, with an arm around Ms Americana. She'd thrown a long, red booted leg across his lap while they snuggled, kissed and he groped her tits. One huge tit was pulled out and exposed.

"Get your filthy hands off Ms Americana, you foul little man," a familiar commanding voice came to them.

"Champion Girl!" Ms Americana cried.

Champion Girl struck a super heroine pose just five feet away. Her bright blue eyes blazed. A light breeze made Delta City's newest super heroine's long golden blonde locks dance. The curvaceous super heroine wore her hair in a bangs and ponytail style. Her costume was a red, black and gold two piece -- her top was long sleeved and high collared, but with large cutout to show off cleavage with a big golden C halfway between cleavage and neck, with black sleeves. The sexy super heroine wore a golden sash above red bikini bottoms and black calf boots with a golden stripe around the tops. And most importantly, she wore a golden yellow mask to hide her true identity from evil men.

The six foot blonde bombshell was the first super heroine Ms Americana has seen since being forced into prostitution. Well, once she'd spotted Got Gal and Got Chic flying by high above.

"Go away, Champion Cunt," Kid Rotten said. "We're just some simple citizens sitting around enjoying a beautiful afternoon in the city. You can't prove we did anything wrong."

Champion Girl ignored the hated pimp. She only had eyes for Ms Americana. They knew each other well enough that she knew she was facing the real Ms Americana. Ms Americana hookers were a dime a dozen in Delta City. This was the real deal

"Flag Girl is going crazy with worry. We've all been looking everywhere for you," Champion Girl said, moving closer.

Ms Americana saw Jimmy and Pablo slowly circle around the twentysomething super heroine. Kid would love to add another super sexy super heroine to his stable. Ms Americana might enjoy her work but she didn't wish it on anyone else. Especially not a friend. And Champion Girl was so sweet and innocent, a true angel-heart.

"Go away," Ms Americana commanded in her best super heroine voice. "I've taken another path. I don't do super heroine any more. So go away and leave me and my man alone."

"What?" Champion Girl said, confused. So confused she wasn't paying attention to the evil men moving in from her rear. "I don't understand? Why would you want to be with HIM? Of all people."

"Because he is my PIMP and my boyfriend," Ms Americana said. "GO AWAY NOW!"

The thugs moved. Each was carrying a blackjack.

"Ugh!" Champion Girl cried as a brutal blackjack struck the back of her head. She was forced forward, into Ms Americana's arms. She wrapped her arms around the Queen of Whores and leapt straight up. "Gotcha!"

"Aaaiiieee!"

Ms Americana was flown straight up two hundred feet before Champion Girl stopped and hovered. She had a wonderfully pleased look on her too fresh and pretty face.

"Put me down."

"No, I'm rescuing you," she said, frowning.

"I don't want to be rescued."

"Nonsense," she said. "The pimp has brainwashed you. We'll fix that, don't worry."

"I am not brainwashed," she growled, and seized Champion Girl's ponytail and jerked it back. Being super powered, Champion Girl was able to hold her head straight without any real effort. "See, no more super strength. I've been de-powered and debauched. I am a whore now. Kid's whore, for now and forever. So put me back down and tell everyone to leave me alone."

"But I've rescued you," she said, confused.

"I cannot be rescued."

"I just did it."

"No, what you did was annoy the man who knows my True Identity," Ms Americana growled. Champion Girl was aghast and appalled. "Yes. He OWNS me now. I am dead without his silence."

"Then I'll kill…I mean…"

"You'll do nothing," she said more gently, and hugged the super heroine she'd been helping to mentor before being captured and dragged into the gutter. "You have two choices, my friend. Put me down and forget me. Or arrest me for prostitution. I won't blame you. I'd be humiliated beyond belief, but I won't blame you."

"NO! I could never do anything to hurt you," Champion Girl cried, near tears.

"Then put me down and go away. You are the future of Delta City super heroines, and I'm proud of you. Proud of you all," she said, kissing her cheek. "Put me down and go."

Without a word, they began to drop. It was a controlled drop. Champion Girl was quite accomplished at flying. She had work to do on the fighting part, though. She was naturally super powered after the accident. The statuesque super heroine didn't need a power belt to use her super powers.

Champion Girl dropped back down to the sidewalk, next to an angry Kid Rotten, thugs and two other whores. Kid immediately ripped Ms Americana out of Champion Girl's arms and attacked the blonde vigilante.

"No, Kid, I smoothed it over!" Ms Americana cried. "Leave her alone!"

Neither Kid, nor the thugs nor Heather and Lindsey listened. As one they charged Champion Girl. For her part, Champion Girl was taken by surprise. She yelped and instinctively gathered up her Power.

NOOOO!" Ms Americana cried as Champion Girl desperately, without thought or control, released her Power in the form of a great lightning bolt that jumped from head to head to head.

The five sex industry miscreants were held in place as they screamed in abject pain and horror for a good ten seconds. Then Champion Girl regained control herself and clamped off the energy flowing through her. The three men and two women collapsed.

"What have you done? You didn't kill them did you?" Ms Americana cried. Part of her wanted them all dead. They were the only ones that knew her true identity. With them conveniently dead, she was free and clear. But it was instantly clear they were alive and only stunned. "Oh, they're alive."

"They are waking up," Champion Girl said, relieved. She'd never killed anyone before. The thought of doing so frightened her. "I didn't do it on purpose. They surprised me. My power never did that before."

"It's okay," Ms Americana said. Then Kid's eyes popped open. "Are you alright, Kid?"

"Ms Americana? Shit!" he cried and scrambled away. "Hey, now, I ain't done nothing. Hear? Nothing. Leave me alone or I'll file charges again."

Ms Americana frowned. Champion Girl cocked her head and frowned.

"You've filed charges against Ms Americana before? How absurd," she said.

"She was hassling me. I got a restraining order, too," he said.

"For ten days, then it was lifted," Ms Americana said. "That was five years ago."

"What? It was last year," Kid said, then shook his head. He looked around. "Where am I?"

"Sugar Town," Ms Americana said, standing up and naturally taking a super heroine pose beside Champion Girl. "This is your street. Banks Street, between Culpepper and Cummins."

"Who you trying to bullshit, Ms A?" Heather growled groggily. "We don't work Sugar Town. We work over on -- "

"Don't," Kid snapped. "Our business is none of HERS."

"Damn right," Lindsey said.

The two thugs nodded in agreement.

Ms Americana stared at them in open-mouth astonishment. They didn't remember. Somehow, Champion Girl had wiped their memories. Wiped them for a couple years, probably. She was free.

"I can go home," Ms Americana muttered, dumbfounded. She never expected to say those words again.

"Damn right you can," Kid snarled. "Go away, or else."

"Or else what, miscreant?" Champion Girl demanded, bristling.

"No," Ms Americana said, placing a hand on the young super heroine' forearm. "Just take me home."

"I don't know where you live?" she said. "Or who you are."

"Oh, right," she said, and laughed. "Take me somewhere Flag Girl can pick me up."

"I'll do better," Champion Girl cried, wrapping her arms around Ms Americana in joy. She gave her personal heroine a big titty to bigger titty squashing hug. Ms Americana, now normal strength, groaned in pain, but smiled with pleasure. "I know exactly were Flag Girl is looking for you."

With that, Ms Americana was flown away and reunited with her sexy sidekick. Their reunion was joyous and tearful. Soon, Ms Americana was back in her own bed and recuperating. The staff, her office, everyone thought Brenda Wade had taken ill and gone off to be cared for. That was the story Lydia had given, any way. The staff was overjoyed to have her back.

Soon, though, Brenda found her life was not the same. Sure enough, her sexual frustration returned in spades. Within the week her power belt was giving her its full benefits and she was back to fighting form. That weekend, she and Flag Girl even ventured out for a few hours and fouled a liquor store robbery.

"So hard," Ms Americana muttered, then rubbed her thighs together, as she began to undress afterwards.

"Excuse me?" Lydia asked, mostly out of her costume. She only wore her red boots and blue gloves. Ms Americana gazed hungrily at her protégé's naked 36Ds. She swallowed and removed her own top. "Did you say something?"

"Yes, I'm so glad to be back," she said and opened her arms for a hug.

Unsuspecting and innocent, Lydia rushed into her arms and hugged her fiercely. Ms Americana, though, was enjoying the feel of human, skin on skin, contact. It had been so long since she'd had a lover. She was thinking about retiring and finding a husband who would fuck her day and night.

"Well, it's been a long day," Lydia said, pulling away.

The sweet blonde teenager didn't even notice her mentor's hands lingered on her pert young breasts. Or the hungry look in her baby blue eyes. Instead, she finished undressing, then scooped up her street clothes and skipped from the room with a sweet as sugar, "Sweet dreams!"

Ms Americana remained in their secret room. Her frustration was becoming too much to endure. Sitting, she spread her legs wide. Removing her gloves, but still wearing her mask, choker and boots, she ran a hand down between her legs. As usual, her pussy was burning with need and sopping wet. The pubic hair was all waxed off, per Kid's preference, leaving her bare and vulnerable to touch. She loved it. Before her rescue, her johns loved it, too. She'd been surprised to learn how much men thought about women's pubic patch, and how many loved for it to be nearly or completely shaved.

"Oh, Kid, where are you when I need you," she groaned and slipped her middle finger through the slippery folds. "Oooo-aaahhhhh. Good."

She missed being in his bed late at night, after the last johns had stumbled home, drunk and stinking of her perfume. That huge, magic cock of his could tame the wild beast within her. And, of course, he never went to bed with less than three girls. So while he was pleasing another girl, Ms Americana enjoyed the sweet embrace of the third girl. So she always had three lovers (one man and two women) every night. Well, except those few times Kid gave her to one of his thug-enforcers for the night, but that was a whole other delight. And that thought sent her index finger to rubbing her clit furiously.

"No!" she snapped, standing up. Her whole body was a-quiver. She was starting to sweat. "I am a superior woman. I can beat this." Then, inexplicably, her right hand dropped to her groin and cupped her twat. "Maybe."

The next week was even tougher. Even the phone fried her nerves. Every time it rang she just knew it was Kid or one of the others that had seen her face. She was afraid that over time they would remember, and come for her. Sometimes, she prayed they would.

A month after being saved by Champion Girl, Brenda Wade sudden realized she'd made a wrong turn and found herself in Sugar Town. It was late night, and very dangerous. All the night people were out. She cruised through slowly, looking for familiar faces. The working girls all got excited at the sight of a slow moving Mercedes-Benz, but looked dejected when they realized it was a woman. She smiled, knowing they probably thought she was a high priced call girl, and very expensive. No "normal" woman would dare drive through Sugar Town. It wasn't safe.

That night, when she got home, Brenda could not control her libido any more. She brought out a ten inch dildo she'd bought in a Sugar Town sex shop that night, and worked herself over pretty good. Her climaxes were heavenly, and oh so needed.

"Well, now, I've made a mess of things," she said, enjoying the feel of sweat evaporating off her overheated body as she lay sprawled and half tangled in her sweaty sheets. "I can't go out as Ms Americana for another week."

The next day, Brenda rolled out of bed, slipped on a pair of red stiletto pumps and her matching silk robe. She slept naked, so the robe that barely dropped past her shapely hiney was all the cover the sexy millionaire had as she took the back way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Oh, Geoffrey!" she cried, giggling. "You startled me."

"So sorry, madam," the butler said. He was a young sixty-five, with silver hair and a stern gaze. His sharp blue eyes darted up and down her shapely form in a bare second and he was back to normal. "Will madam be having breakfast now? If so, I can whip something up for her. I assume you'll dine in the dining room?"

"Nope, right here," she said, and plopped her sweet round rump at the kitchen table. Really, only staff members ate there. She pretended not to notice her robe was coming loose. The butler tried hard not to stare. "I just want a hotdog. Raw."

He just stared at her a long moment. Then gathered himself up and nodded.

"Of course. A hot dog," he said, going to the refrigerator. "Ah, here's one. Miss Lydia so loves chilidogs, I thought we might have one available."

"Thank you," she said. Brenda took the hotdog and sucked it in slowly. She pretended the butler wasn't gaping at her. She ran the hot dog in and out of her mouth a few minutes, then sucked on it real hard, disintegrating the meat and devouring it. "Mmmm, good. How about a banana?"

"Of …course," he said, shaken. He handed her a fairly ripe banana. It was huge as bananas go. "Will this do, madam?"

"Perfect!" she cried, taking it from him. Brenda made sure her hand caressed his, which obviously sent a thrill through him. Then she peeled it, and slowly, sensuously started pushing the banana all the way into her mouth, and down her throat. "Mmmmm, good."

For five minutes she sucked and deep throated the banana, until it too was devoured. Then she smacked her lips and looked around eagerly, smiling wolfishly.

"Anything else, madam?" he asked, hoarsely.

"If you're offering, yes," she said.

Brenda stood up, smiled wantonly at him, then removed her robe. She let the silky red robe fall to the floor and sensuously walked over to the butler. The only sound the clicking of her stilettos on the smooth tile. Finally, to his shock, she dropped to her knees before him and reached for his zipper.

"Momma like," she muttered, savoring the urine stench rising up to her from his crotch. "Smells like heaven."

With that, Brenda sucked her butler's cock into her eager mouth. She deep throated him right away, making him gasped and jump. Giggling, she showed him what a real pro could do with two lips, tongue and ready cock and balls.

The middle-aged butler lasted all of two minutes before exploding in her mouth.

"Mmm, delicious," she said, grinning up at him as she licked him clean. Then she stood up, grinned wickedly at him and pulled him over to the kitchen table by his still hard cock. "Now my turn. Mount up, cowboy."

"Oh my lord, I really shouldn't," he said, breathing heavily. "But….oh, why not."

"Yes! Why not bang the boss lady? Give back some of what you've taken over the years, by God," Brenda breathed seductively to him. "Make me scream, baby."

Geoffrey, always eager to please, did just that. And he immediately grabbed her 44DDs in both hands, obviously savoring molesting them. It took him much longer to cum the second time, giving the lady of the house three screaming climaxes to enjoy. And enjoy them she did.

Then Geoffrey surprised her.

Brenda was pulled off the table, turned around and forced to bend over it. The horny butler went straight for her sweet round butt. He kissed and caressed, pinched and playfully spanked those twin buns. After a few minutes, he used the pussy juices leaking from her twat to lubricate her anus and thrust in a finger. Soon two fingers were reaming her out. Then three.

"Ready or not, mistress, here I come," he said, and thrust his cock up her ass all the way to the balls. "Oh God, how I dreamt of this moment!"

"Oh baby!" she cried. "Work it! You are the man!"

Geoffrey had taken command of the situation and was now dominating Brenda, his long time boss. Brenda loved it. Being dominated was sooo erotic, so great, so PERFECT. She suddenly had an epiphany.

<Great Liberty, I am only happy when I serve and submit,> she thought, both shocked by the realization and delighted to learn her true nature at long last. <I am a natural born submissive, eager for a master to tame and control me. Like Kidd did.>

That realization, admission and acceptance sent her over the top again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried. Then, "O Master! I am yours to use and abuse."

The butler fucked his super sexy lady boss for the next hour. Then when he couldn't get it up any more from exhaustion, he brought in the chauffeur and all three gardeners. Once again, Brenda savored the job and sexual delight of being fucked by three men at once -- mouth, pussy and ass.

Brenda was straddling Herman, the chauffeur, while the gardener's assistant, Jose, was humping her butt and she was giving Geoffrey serious head when she hard the distinct sound of stilettos on stairs.

"Brenda? What's going on?" Lydia asked from the servants' stairs.

Lydia was only wearing a baby doll nightie. It was pink and baby blue. She looked fuckably delicious.

"Join us," Brenda said. She pointed at the head gardener and his other assistant -- Hector and Jimmy. "They're good. I warmed them up for you."

Lydia looked horrified. She hesitated, then turned and raced up the stairs.

"Oopsie, I screwed that up," Brenda said, and grinned. "Better go apologize and explain."

Brenda picked up her robe and all but danced up the stairs as the five men left behind watched with hungry eyes. She felt so alive! It was good to get banged before breakfast. <Wait, I ate first,> she thought, and giggled.

She found Lydia's door ajar. The sexy teenage coed and sometime sidekick was sitting on her bed and shaking her head, like she was trying to deny what she'd seen.

"Honey, can I come in?"

"I guess," she said hesitantly. "Did I see what I think I saw?"

Brenda sat close. Their rumps touched, bare skin on bare skin. Brenda scooted a tiny bit closer and wrapped a comforting arm around her lovely ward. Lydia's perfume, so sweet and girlie, drifted up to her. It ignited her libido.

"I don't know, what do you think you saw?"

"You giving Geoffrey head, while Herman and Jose were humping you like crazy," she said. "And two more men waiting their turn."

"Oh, then, YES, you did see what you think you saw," Brenda said, grinning. "And if felt GOOD."

"It was awful!"

"It's natural. I have needs."

"No, we're superior women. We are strong enough to suppress our needs, our weaknesses," Lydia said. "You have to resist. It's the only way to be Ms Americana."

"Hmmm, you don’t understand," Brenda said, reaching over and caressing Lydia's silky soft cheek. Her fingers brushed her soft pink lips. "You've never had sex, so have no reference to go by. I can take care of that problem."

"Hmmmm!" Lydia cried, suddenly finding herself being kissed by her mentor.

Brenda pushed the helpless teen back on the soft bed, holding her wrists over her head in one hand and using the other to explore her ripe young body. All the while, she kept her full red lips locked on Lydia's. She savored the taste of Lydia's lips, enjoyed the firmness of her pert young tits, and finally, plunged two fingers deep into her ward's lovely snatch.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!" Lydia cried ten minutes later. "Oh My God!"

"That isn't anything, baby," Brenda said, grabbed Lydia by her silky blonde locks and half dragged her out of the room, down the hall and into Brenda's room. She tossed Lydia up on her California king bed and pulled out a strap-on harness and ten inch black dildo.

"When I finish with you, then you can do me."

"Please, no!"

Brenda wasn't listening. She knelt behind her super sexy ward and pressed the huge black dildo to Lydia's glistening pink pussy lips. She grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair and jerked Lydia's head back, and swatted her shapely white rump with the other hand.

"Time for a wild ride into Heavenly Bliss!" the sexily stacked millionaire cried, and thrust her womanly hips forward, impaling her gasping ward on ten thick inches of hard rubber. "Party time has begun."

"Uuuuggggggggghhhhhhh!" Lydia grunted, and then her curvaceous body trembled violently a long second. "Oooohhhh, please."

"Oopsie, did I just deflower you?"

"Yes."

"You're welcome," Brenda said, and laughed.

Brenda pumped that huge strap-on in and out of poor Lydia. She watched and felt her lovely and chaste ward succumb to erotic delights as the minutes ticked away. The nineteen year old blonde was quickly reduced to a panting, grunting animal. As she humped the teen, Brenda pulled her up off all fours and started mauling her 36Ds. As Lydia's body convulsed and drew closer and closer to climax, Brenda started kissing her neck and cheek. And finally, she claimed Lydia's sweet red lips, and they kissed hungrily until Lydia body betrayed her and she surrendered to the inevitable.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Brenda spent two hours strap-on fucking Lydia. When she was finished, Lydia was left passed out cold. She was in no shape to return the favor.

"Great Liberty, what have I done?" Brenda cried, suddenly coming to her senses. "I've gone mad." She looked around wild-eyed. "I've got to get out of here."

Brenda quickly slipped into a black leather micro mini, black hose and garter, back stiletto knee boots with laces up the front, a red leather corset and then tied a red choker around her neck. Red lipstick, big silver hoop earrings and a couple silver bangles, and she was ready to go.

An hour of driving later, and she again found herself in Sugar Town.

"Why do I keep showing up here?" she said, annoyed.

Pulling over on Cummins, she turned the engine off and frowned.

"What is wrong with me?" she said. "I've lost my mind. That's the only explanation. I'll have to check myself into a hospital."

Glancing around, she noticed several familiar faces. Jamie Ortiz, the petty pusher and informant. Gilly the whore. Cheap whore. REALLY cheap. She was, after all, a crack whore. Angel, a pretty redheaded hooker, who worked days on the street and took care of her three kids at night.

"Hey, sweetie, you working or buying?" a man asked.

She recognized him. Hector Salazar. Pusher. Ms Americana had tossed him around many times, and tossed him in jail a couple more times.

"What's it to you?"

"You selling, I'm buying," he said, holding up fifty dollars.

Her stomach turned. She'd rather sleep with a pit viper. He was a dreadful man, a hateful man. She'd never give him pleasure if he was the last man on Earth.

Then she remembered what she'd done to Lydia.

<Sex might help clear my head,> she thought. But did it have to be HIM? <Yes, it has to be him. After what I did to Lydia I deserve to be punished.>

"Make it a hundred, and we'll take our time," she said, smiling seductively. "I'll make sure you're completely satisfied."

"Deal," he said, smiling cruelly. With such an ugly, scarred face it was impossible to smile any other way. "You got a room?"

She frowned. "No. You're my first of the day. Sorry."

He shrugged. "Guess I'll just have to pay."

Brenda walked across the nearly deserted street. It was too early for Sugar Town to have much of anything going on. Only a few brave souls were out and about. She could hear Hector following. The sexy socialite and heiress put a little extra sass in her strut for him.

"Work it, momma."

"Get a room in here, and I'll show you how I work it, baby."

They went into the Paris Hotel. It was a hooker hotel. Rooms rented by the hour. She wasn't a regular, and didn't have a pimp to work a deal, so it was going to be a one shot. Since the hotel was practically empty, they got a second floor room. Second siie door down from the stairs.

"One hundred dollars please," she said once in the room. He handed it over. She counted it, then stuffed the cash down her right boot. "You just bought yourself one hell of a good time, baby."

Brenda removed her corset and tossed it on one of two chairs. The bed was a queen, and looked relatively clean. Of course, the sheets were in disarray. The bed hadn't been made since the last occupants, much less change of sheets.

<Great,> she thought, feeling divine justice at work.

She fluffed her silky black hair, making sure Hector got a good look at her spectacular rack. He swallowed hard and licked his lips.

"You know, you look familiar? Have we met?"

She shrugged. "You look familiar, too. Maybe you hired me before."

"I would remember that," he said. "What's your name?"

"Brenda."

"How much time did I buy?"

"As much as you want, baby. It's early and I just need someone to warm me up for a long day of humping," she said.

"You just became my favorite hooker," Hector said. "You don't usually work this street, do you?"

"No, I've been away a while," she said, frowning. "Went to work elsewhere in the city. Didn't work out. I'm back. Used to work over on Banks, between Culpepper and Cummins."

"Kid Rotten's old turf," he said. "What happened to him?"

She shrugged. To change the subject, she stepped up close and started unbuttoning his shirt. Realizing he was still dressed, Hector started pulling his clothes off quickly. She laughed and unzipped her skirt, and shed it. So wearing nothing but black garter belt, hose and stiletto boots, Brenda began turning her first trick as Brenda Wade.

Hector quickly took over. He laid her out beside him on her back, then stared nuzzling her neck and fondling her 44DDs.

"Damn, girl, you got Ms Americana tits," he said, before sucking in a hard pink nipple.

"You've played with Ms Americana's tits?"

"Yep," he said. "I fought her once, and pulled off her top. Man, her tits were BEAUTIFUL. Big and firm, like yours."

She'd forgotten about that day. He did more than strip her tits. He fondled her. She was helpless after a blow to the head by one of his cohorts that snuck up behind her after he distracted her with the titty stripping. They had five minutes of uncontested groping. Idiots didn't think to completely incapacitate her, or remove her power belt or even tie her up. So they went to jail. That was five years back, and he spent two of those in state lockup because of that.

Distracted by her mega tits Hector buried his face in them. While he fondled, sucked and licked her tits, his right hand dropped down to her snatch and began caressing her highly sensitive folds. She gasped, groaned and squirmed. He was encouraged. Soon he was rubbing her clit in earnest. The pusher watched in wonder as her gorgeous face transformed into a mask of ecstasy and her huge tits began to bounce and slosh about as she gasped and squirmed in abject pleasure.

"Nice to see a hooker that really enjoys her work," he laughed.

"Yes, so good."

Very quickly he had the poor girl panting. Her excitement aroused his ardor, and soon Hector was well mounted between Brenda's long legs. She wrapped those beautiful legs around him as he rode her hard.

"Faster!" she cried, feeling the climax so close. "Please, faster."

Hector heard and obeyed. A moment later, Brenda felt that familiar and oh so loved mad rush to climax.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh, yes….Yyyyeeeeeeeeeoooowwwww!"

Brenda, so pleased with his willingness to please, stayed with Hector three hours. They were both sated when they left. She headed for her car across the street while he headed up Cummins. Traffic was heavy now, so Brenda had to walk down to the light to get across to her Mercedes.

"Strut, sister girl," a big African American of about twenty-five said, looking at her lustfully. "How much for a date?"

She hesitated. Brenda looked at her car across the street, then up at the sun. It was midmorning. Then she looked back at the expectant man.

"Fifty."

"Let's go."

After him, she was hailed in the hotel's lobby, and went right back up. By noon she had a deal with the day manager for a first floor room. Of course, she had to fuck him first. By four she wasn't even going through the pretense of heading for her car. She'd just walk out front of the hotel. She never waited for more than a couple minutes before someone came along.

"You're pretty good," a large black man said approaching her. "I've been watching you a while. Do you have a manager?"

That was a nice way of asking if she had a pimp.

"No. What makes you think I need a pimp?"

"Who's going to come get you when the man hauls your fine white ass into jail, girlie?"

"Good question," she said, smiling. She sized him up. Almost seven foot tall, so he could protect her. Probably hung like a horse. He wasn't a particularly good looking man. Looked violent and menacing, which called to something deep within. "You looking to take me on as a client?"

He stopped in front of her and ran large, thick fingers through her super soft, lustrous black hair. Then he grabbed a big handful of that hair, and jerked her head back. He smiled, enjoying the way her full red lips parted and trembled, so shiny and enticing. She let out a tiny gasp, eyes closing. Her whole body changed, taking on a more submissive posture.

"I'm thinking," he said, running a thumb across her lower lip. Then his eyes dropped to her 44DDs, so tight in her corset. "You look like a lot of trouble."

Brenda smiled knowingly, then twisted loose and turned on a tall stiletto heel. She headed for the hotel. "I have a room. Show me what you have, and maybe I'll join the team." She paused and looked him in the eye. "But I'm very demanding of my lovers. If we hook up, you will never regret it. I'll make you more money than you can imagine, then fuck you into la-la land afterwards."

"Excellent," he said, grinning wickedly.

He knew she was "quality." He knew she was somebody important, even famous. But he just couldn't recall where he'd seen her face. TV? Newspapers? It would come to him. Then she took him by the hand. Her hands were delicate and ultra-feminine, with long fingers tipped with long red nails.

"Pimp," she said when the day manager looked up expectantly.

Once in her room, she quickly shed her corset and shirt, then began to slowly undress her potential pimp. He was even more muscular than she thought. Very powerful looking. It was already making her feel protected and safe. A powerful urge to submit to him and serve him almost overwhelmed her. Then she pulled his boxers down and a foot long cock leapt up at her. Long and thick.

"That cock is why I got the street name, 'Da Stud,'" he said. "You can call me Stud."

"Momma like," she said and wrapped her hand around the base of that monster and gave the head a firm kiss and lick. "Momma like her Stud."

"Not so fast," he said when she started to drop to her knees and give him head.

"What?"

"Dance for me. Show off that gorgeous body, baby."

Brenda paused, surprised. She cupped her 44DDs, the tip of her fingers almost covering her now engorged dark pink nipples. He surprised her. Men always wanted to jump right on her, get their hands on her tits and their cock in her pussy. But he was holding her at arms length.

The sexy socialite felt her blood pressure rising, her heart hammering. It would be too humiliating to be REJECTED by a pimp. She considered asking him to leave, then she looked at his twelve inch bitch tamer. The sight of it made her squeeze her 44DDs together a moment, groaning. Brenda licked her full lips, then gnawed on the lower. Serve and submit echoed in her mind.

"Dancing's good," she whispered.

One of the things Kid taught his favorite girlfriend, Ms Americana, was how to dance like a stripper. Or, more precisely, a sex-starved and horny stripper.

"Sit in that chair and I'll give you a lap dance," she said, smiling seductively.

The giant naked pimp sat in the indicated chair. Brenda started to dance. She swiveled her well-rounded hips and bent over straight-legged. She thrust her hips and shook her tits in his face. She danced all around him for several minutes, occasionally letting her tits brush his face, his lips.

"Shake it, baby," he encouraged her. "Come to daddy."

Brenda straddled him and danced. She writhed, moaned and groaned. The sexy black-haired beauty showed him her lust, her dark desires. She danced to reveal her secret not-so-hidden whore. She rubbed her tits in his face and ground her cunt into his crotch, making his cock rock hard.

Soon they were both panting and sweating.

Brenda put her hands on his broad shoulders. She felt his cock standing at attention beneath her, the head somehow finding her pussy and pressing gently against it. His hand rose up and tugged her wet folds open, and the head slipped into the hot slit. The heavenly hooker lowered her body a half inch, securing the cock in place.

"My name is Brenda Wade," she said, pleased the name struck a cord in him. He looked genuinely surprised and confused. "Wade Industries. High Society. You could whore me off to the captains of industry for top dollar. Or you could have me walk the mean streets of Sugar Town, fucking the vermin and sleaze-bags I fought so hard to rid this city of for the past decade plus." She leaned forward and pressed her hungry red lips to his, for a long, deep kiss full of wanton passion. "If you become my boyfriend, my pimp, then you will own me, body and soul. To serve you and submit to your will is all I want. I want you to take full possession of me. I want to be dominated, to be OWNED by you"

"I will own you....own Brenda Wade," Da Stud repeated, awestruck.

She felt his cock lengthen and harden even more. Brenda smiled wantonly and lowered her body slowly.

"Finally, a cock worth living and working for," she breathed. He felt like he was ripping her apart. "Hurts good."

The pimp took over at that point. Hands on both hips, he quickly got her to bouncing on his cock, each bounce pushing her another inch or two down his huge cock. In less than a minute Brenda lost control of her passions and needs, her titanic tits bouncing as she bounced. She began gasping, panting, crying out tiny animal noises. He could see she was totally absorbed in the sex.

<I have absolute control of Brenda Wade,> he thought with a cruel smile.

"Go for the glory, baby," he said.

Once she was sliding up and down the full length of his huge black cock, the pimp reached up and grabbed her 44DDs. Brenda groaned wantonly, loving the feel of huge strong hands on her body, on her mammoth mammaries. Hands that controlled her, made her do things. Hands that made her feel wanted and precious. They were so large it made her feel small and vulnerable. As Brenda Wade and Ms Americana, and at six foot one, she rarely had cause to feel small and vulnerable.

She liked it. A lot.

The fire within was intense shortly after starting, and even before impaling herself on his cock. The cock stoked her fire big time. Within minutes she was fighting the climax that was trying to explode too quickly. Fast climaxes usually were little ones. Brenda wanted BIG orgasms. The bigger the better.

The pimp reached behind her, grabbed her waist length black mane and jerked her head back. Then he slowly forced her to bend backwards, arching her back and thrusting out her 44DDs. It proved too much for Brenda, she lost her battle.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh yes! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, then panted and climaxed a third time. "Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The pimp stood up, with Brenda still impaled on his cock, walked to the bed and laid her down on it. Then he spent five minutes hammering her in the missionary, before flipping her over to all fours, and hammering her for another ten doggie style. By the time he climaxed, she'd lost count of her climaxes.

Brenda collapsed in a heap, face down in the sheets and ass stuck up in the air.

"Ooohhh, that was great," she groaned with a beatific look. "I am yours."

"Yes, there's no doubt I own you, Brenda Wade," he said, caressing her sweet round ass. Then he grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, hard. "I own you body and soul."

"I know."

"You no longer have any say in it either," he said.

"I know," she whispered, and shivered.

He looked out the window, at the city beyond. <I'm just nineteen, and Da Stud is about to take this city by storm,> Da Stud thought, smiling. <She don't know it yet, but Brenda Wade is about to become the most high profile prostitute in the city, in the world.>

The pimp smiled down at her, hefted his dripping cock and guided it into her quivering sphincter. Brenda gasped, but didn't resist his penetration. She just groaned and clutched at the bed sheets.

"Life is good," Da Stud said.

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!"

THE END