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

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MS AMERICANA TRICKS OR TREATS

By Dark One

Ms Americana paused in the cool night air to adjust her costume top. After several hours of walking the neighborhood streets, she was starting to jostle loose. She carefully plumped up her titanic tit in the left star spangled blue cup, then did the same in the red and white stripped cup. After adjusting the top, the Queen of Justice tugged up on either side of the matching bikini bottoms and snugged them up too. Finally, she touched the tiara atop her raven-maned head to ensure it was straight. The shiny golden power belt rested snuggly atop her well rounded hips, and she could feel the strength emanating from it and giving her ten times the strength and endurance of a strong man. A blue, star spangled mask hid her true identity, while red leather “gauntlet” gloves kept her from leaving any fingerprints to trace. She finished off her legendary costume with a blue choker, adorned with a single gold star, and red calf boot, with a white stripe up the front and around the boot top, and another gold star on the outer side.

“I like Halloween,” she said to no one. She was alone on the street, even though children and their parents were everywhere to be seen up and down the street. “It’s the only night EVERYONE is in costume, so I don’t feel like I stand out so much.”

This Halloween was going to be especially sweet. This neighborhood had been terrorized by a local gang for years. Every Halloween was the same. It started out fine, but then the gang-bangers, the Diablos, showed up and stole all the candy and then some, terrorizing the residents unmercifully. Commissioner Borden and the Police tried unsuccessfully to protect the neighborhood, but failed year after year. So this year Ms Americana volunteered to do it. Alone.

“They will all be eating crow after tonight,” she said, blue eyes afire with self-righteous indignation. “How dare they say this was beyond the ability of a MERE woman, even a super powered woman. I’m proving them seriously wrong in splendid fashion.”

It was already past 9 P.M. and nothing untoward had happened. The gang-bangers were a no-show. It was a first. Ms Americana was actually a bit disappointed. Without a confrontation, in which she defeated them decisively, they would just come back next year. And the next, and next and so on. That meant she’d have to dedicate every year to protecting this neighborhood. Until something more dangerous reared its ugly head, of course. So she wanted to stop it for once and all.

Screams caught her attention one street over. Her heart skipped a beat as she paused to listen. She heard the voices of young men calling out threats and taunts, and knew the Diablos had arrived.

“Party time,” Ms Americana said, heading for the sounds of trouble.

Ms Americana quickly ran over to the next street. She saw about ten young men strutting down the street, going up to houses and yelling “Tricks or treats!” The residents gave them candy, but the gang-bangers took it all, then demanded money. Once they got the money, they’d take it back to the gang leader, who would count it and make his decision. Apparently, no one was giving them enough, because he was ordering the windshields of all the houses’ cars and trucks be smashed out.

“Cease and desist, ruffians!” Ms Americana cried, striding purposely down the darkened street.

“Are you talking to us, ho?” the Diablos’ tall, dark leader said.

She estimated him to be about eighteen or nineteen. They all dressed pretty much alike, in dirty and torn blue jeans, white tank tops and black leather vests with their gang colors embroidered on the back. Also, they all wore black bandanas tied around their heads.

They quickly rushed to surround her. She was rather impressed with the speed in which they encircled her. If not for her super powers, she would definitely be intimidated by their speed, resolve and fierce appearance. But she was the Queen of Justice, and a superior woman. Far superior to the likes of THEM.

“The party’s over, BOYS,” Ms Americana sneered, blue eyes flashing. “I am Ms Americana, and I’m protecting the upstanding, law-abiding citizens of this neighborhood now. If you don’t want trouble, I suggest you turn around and go home for the rest of the night. Halloween is over for you.”

“If we don’t want trouble?” the leader repeated, amused. “Listen up, Ameri-Ho. If we didn’t want trouble, we wouldn’t be here now. We ARE trouble.”

Ms Americana smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. She so wanted to hear that answer. But as a respected super heroine, she had to give the miscreants the chance to choose the right path. Now that that was over, she could kick ass.

“So be it,” Ms Americana said. “Halloween’s over, boys.”

Before they could respond, she stepped forward and kicked straight up. The toe of her boot caught the Diablos’ leader in the point of the jaw. His head snapped aback and both arms flew up. The nine other Diablos watched in stunned silence at the biggest, baddest, meanest member of their gang was taken down with a single kick.

“You boys are pathetic,” she said. “Next time send your girlfriends. I’ll get more fight out of them.”

She saw rage engulf the faces of the remaining gang-bangers. A burly man with no neck lunged at her, both arms held wide to catch her no matter which way she ran. But she wasn’t running or trying to dodge. Instead, she pounded an uppercut to his jaw. His head snapped back, his feet lifted off the pavement and he flipped completely over. A second later he was laying face down at her booted feet and groaning miserably.

“No rest for the righteous tonight,” Ms Americana sighed dramatically as two more gang-bangers moved on her, front and back.

She stamped her booted foot at the man in front of her, causing him to halt wide-eyed. Then she turned and sent a vicious roundhouse at the head of the man charging her from the rear. He surprised her by ducking, and a split second later plowed into her belly. She was lifted off her feet and driven straight back into the other gang-banger. A second later, Ms Americana found herself sandwiched between the two angry Diablos.

“Oofff,” she cried, as the one that tackled her kneed her in the pussy. Then the man behind punched her in the kidneys. “Aaiieee!”

Then the one behind her seized her long, silky black hair and jerked her head straight back and down, exposing her slender white neck to the vicious exploitation of his evil compadre. Wild-eyed, Ms Americana watched as her attacker pulled his big fist straight back, aiming at her exposed and vulnerable neck with wicked glee spread across his face.

“No!” she cried, driving her knee straight up into his groin.

He immediately dropped to his knees. Ms Americana twisted around, and punched the other in the balls. He released her hair and squealed, cupping his injured nuts with both hands. She didn’t have time to finish them both off, for others were charging in now.

A roundhouse struck two of the Diablos down. Another leapt over them as they fell at her feet. Ms Americana caught him in midair and threw him into a nearby trashcan. The remaining three gang-bangers paused. She smiled at them, then took a fighting stance and waved them in.

“Time to finish this, little boys,” she taunted.

“Get the Hell out of here,” their leader gasped. The remaining gang-bangers helped their compadres up and they all scampered away. “You will pay for this Ameri-puta!”

“Yeah, right. If I had nickel,” she muttered idly as she picked at a drop of blood on her bikini top. It was dead center on her nipple, in the middle of a white stripe. There was no way it wouldn’t be noticed. Then she checked her boots, to ensure they weren’t scuffed up too badly. “Oh, a little polish and they’ll be good as new.”

When Ms Americana looked around again, the last of the Diablos were staggering into the abandoned house down the street. Their headquarters. She noticed the good citizens of that street were all laughing and smiling, very pleased with the outcome. For once, their Halloween would be a safe and crime free event.

“And the Police poo-pooed me when I promised to do this,” she said, grinning victoriously. “Once again, I accomplished what the police were incapable of doing.”

“Oh! Ms Americana! You were incredible!” a young woman cried, rushing towards her. Indeed, there was a gaggle of pretty Latino girls running towards her. “You saved us all.”

“So strong,” another pretty young thing said.

“You are truly a superior woman!”

“An inspiration to women everywhere!”

Suddenly, Ms Americana was surrounded by the gushing young women, their big brown eyes all full of worship and adoration. They couldn’t help themselves, they were all reaching out and caressing her arms, legs and back. They all wanted to touch their beloved heroine.

“That was nothing compared with what you ladies can do with your lives,” Ms Americana said. “I hope you are all in college, because an education is the key to success in the modern world.”

“Oh, better than that!” a tall, shapely Latina said as she squared off in from of Ms Americana, a big fierce smile on her beautiful face. “We are sleeping with the Diablos!”

Suddenly, delicate feminine hands seized her upper arms. Before she could respond, a pair of stiletto heels were driven into the back of her knees. Her legs buckled and she fell hard to her knees before the fierce eyed Latin lovelies.

“I guess we are even superior to you,” their leader declared, and kicked Ms Americana in the cunt. Her pointy toed pump drove hard into Ms Americana’s clitoris, pulling a pained cried from her full ruby lips. “Take her down, girls.”

From behind, a slender arm reached around and pressed a damp cloth to Ms Americana’s face, covering her mouth and nose. Surprised, she gasped in a big lungful before she could catch herself. Ms Americana felt a moment’s panic as the sickly sweet stench of chloroform filled her nose.

The Queen of Justice started struggling. The young beauties holding onto her were hard-pressed to hang on. Very quickly she felt their holds beginning to slip. Her spirits soared.

The beautiful leader reached down, seized both of Ms Americana’s nipples, and TWISTED with all her strength. All thought of chloroform, of devastating loss and captured, left Ms Americana’s mind, replaced with incredible pain.

“Mmmmnnnnppphhhhhh!” she cried into the chloroform pad.

That involuntary gasped of air that followed did her in. Ms Americana knew it was the final nail the moment she did it. The effects on her brain were immediate and devastating. Blackness began closing in on all sides. She felt the strength bleeding from her body. Within seconds she stopped struggling

<Great Liberty! What have they done to me!>

As her tunnel vision grew tighter and tighter, she saw the Diablos come running out of their headquarters down the street. They were laughing, whooping and hollering. Several of the lovely young women rushed to greet them.

“Good job, Rosa!” the Diablos’ leader called, taking the beautiful leader of the girls in his arms and kissing her fiercely.

“Happy Halloween, Antonio,” Rosa said, beaming. She slipped out of his arms and walked over to Ms Americana. She waved away the chloroform pad and turned back to the leader. “Did you enjoy our little TRICK on Ms Americana? Yes! Ha! I bet you did, you bad boys,” she laughed. Then her dark eyes flashed, she reached down and unsnapped the fastener between Ms Americana’s 44DDs. Spectacular, globular white tits spilled out, bouncing enticingly before their lecherous eyes. “Now it’s time to enjoy your Halloween TREAT.”

“You wo-wan get away-y with dis,” Ms Americana murmured.

“Of course we will,” Antonio said as he squatted before her. He patted her tits on their bottoms, making them bounce, jiggle and dance before his enraptured eyes. “Besides, skanky super ho, you want it. You want it badly.”

“W-what? What insanity are you blathering a-about,” she said, her head starting to clear with glacial slowness.

“You strut around in a bright bikini and spike-heels, dressed like a stripper,” he said, giving her tits a hard squeeze. “If that ain’t begging to be fucked I don’t know what is.”

“She’s about to get her wish, ten times over,” another Diablo said.

“Twenty times over,” Rosa said to the catcalls and laughter of the Diablos and their wicked girlfriends.

She stepped behind Ms Americana, pulled her head back hard, then leaned down and pressed her warm red lips into a deep, open mouth kiss with Ms Americana. That greasy, lipstick kiss was so erotic, the sexy, groggy super heroine felt her pussy ignite with moisture and heat. Then she felt Antonio pulled one of her tits to his mouth and suck in a highly sensitive nipple. The sexy heroine groaned low in her throat from unwanted pleasure, though even she wasn’t sure if it was from the sensuous kiss or the hard nipple sucking.

Then another girl moved in close and ran her perfectly manicured hand up under Ms Americana’s rump from behind. Her hand started rubbing the captured vigilante’s cunt through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. At the same time Rosa’s hot, teasing tongue pushed into Ms Americana’s mouth. She felt Rosa’s soft hands in her silky hair and caressing her face lovingly. So sensuously.

By this time Ms Americana’s breathing was loud and harsh through her nose. Her heart was racing. And that frightening tingle was already spreading from her pussy and tits, threatening to wash over her body and soul.

<Great Liberty, I’ve got to-to escape,> she thought desperately. <Before it is too late.>

She could feel her body starting to move in rhythm with the unknown woman’s stroking of her clit. Ms Americana jumped when she raked her long nails down across the bikini bottoms, across her hypersensitive cunt. Then she shuddered violently.

“Uuuugggghhhhh,” Ms Americana groaned.

Then the Latina slipped her hand up under Ms Americana’s bikini bottoms. Ms Americana’s baby blues went wide as the beautiful Latina’s fingers got skin on skin contact with the sexy super heroine’s hot, wet vulva.

“The Queen of Putas likes that,” a soft, sexy feminine voice said. “She is truly a whore at heart.”

“I’ve never seen anyone respond so fast, so enthusiastically,” Rosa said.

Ms Americana felt her face burning. The sense of helplessness doubled within her. Her head began to spin again. Her breathing became tortured.

<What’s happening to me? Where did I go wrong?>

All of a sudden, erotic heat rushed through the defeated super heroine. The Latina gang-banger at her side, rubbing her clit, sensed her body’s change. She began to rub harder, faster.

“Nnnnmmmggghhhh,” Ms Americana groaned, eyes rolling up into her head.

<So close,> Ms Americana thought.

Involuntarily, Ms Americana began to grind her cunt into the woman’s hand. Her tongue pushed up into Rosa’s eager mouth.

“Such a whore,” the Latina whispered into her ear. “Let it go, whore.”

That erotic, tingling heat abruptly changed into that unstoppable rush to climax. Ms Americana’s shapely body tensed up, she sucked in air through her nose, and then screamed into Rosa’s mouth as the orgasm exploded between her silky thighs.

“Aaaaggghhhhhh!” she cried. “Hgh! Ugghh! Nnnmmmgggghhhhh!”

“Wahoo! Thar she blows!” Rosa cried, breaking the lip lock and stepping back to admire her handiwork.

“Great Liberty,” Ms Americana gasped, eyes dazed and slack jawed.

“I think we made an impression,” Antonio said, laughing. He stood up and paused a moment to admire his captured prize. “Ok, my compadres, lets take the high and mighty Ms Ameri-fuck toy to the house.”

“No!” Ms Americana cried, jumping to her feet. She turned to catch the extended arm of the chloroform pad wielding Latina. She punched the hapless beauty in the belly, forcing her to drop the chloroform pad. “Take that, miscreant.”

With that she threw the flailing young woman twenty feet to smash into Rosa. She then grabbed hold of the arm of a Diablo and started to swing him round and round, smashing down all who tried to approach her. After a few minutes Antonio again ordered the retreat. Ms Americana released the Diablo, sending his crashing into three trying to make their escape.

“None of you are going anywhere,” she snarled as she pulled her bikini top back together, covering her 44DDs once again. Half of her super strength was stolen by that forced climax, but her rage was more than making up for it. “I command you to freeze.”

Miserable lawbreakers that they were, none of the still standing gang-bangers and girlfriends stopped. Instead, they all high-tailed it to the abandoned house they call a headquarters. Of the ten men and ten women, two women and four men remained sprawled out on the street. She grinned down at Rosa as she passed her, striding purposely toward the headquarters.

“I see someone who will think twice before challenging me,” she said.

There was no need to run. They weren’t smart enough to scatter and find bolt-holes. Instead, they trapped themselves inside that old house. The hard part was over, now it was just clean up. Their spirit was broken. She had defeated their best efforts, by both men and women. Ms Americana grinned, thinking about how the women had more success than the men.

“Just more proof women are superior to men,” she murmured.

The abandoned house was boarded up and locked tight upon her arrival. So she promptly kicked in the front door. The Diablos were arrayed before her in a semi-circle. Their remaining women were behind them, all holding makeshift clubs. She laughed at them.

“You are too stupid to defeat me,” she taunted. “I didn’t become the Queen of Justice by not only outfighting my opponents, but by outwitting them, too. You don’t have the faintest hope of defeating me, so just surrender now and save yourselves a major ass-whipping.”

“It’s hard to imagine you outwitting anyone, Ameri-bimbo,” Antonio sneered. “Besides outnumbering you, we’ve outflanked you.”

“Nice try, moron, but I can’t be fooled that easily,” she said smugly.

“That’s because you are too fucking arrogant,” Rosa said from behind her.

A jack-o-lantern was promptly smashed down atop her head. She was briefly staggered, blinded and disoriented. It was enough. The Diablos she’d left in the street plowed into her, pounding her midsection with powerful kicks and punches. Within a few minutes, they stopped and someone pulled her wrists behind her back and lashed them together.

Weakened and staggering, she was pulled forward by a hand gripping her bikini top between her tits. The eyes, nose and mouth of the jack-o-lantern was at the back of her head, so she was still unable to see anything, and it was damned hard to hear inside it as well. It was a small hand, so she assumed it was Rosa. She didn’t see the two girlfriends with camcorders zooming in on her. Within seconds she was inside the house and heard the front door being barricaded.

“You will pay dearly for this outrage,” Ms Americana called, her words echoing loudly in her ears. Once again, she felt feminine hands unfasten her top, knowing it was that perv Rosa. Then from behind a pair of male hands seized and pulled down her bikini bottoms. “Ooooo! You vile, vile people! My body is not for the likes of YOU. I am a super heroine, so my body is sacrosanct.” She struggled to no avail a brief moment. “I demand that you unhand me this instant!”

Instead of releasing her, she felt a dozen or more hands on her writhing body. They squeezed, caressed, pinched and stroked every square inch of exposed flesh. And she was exposing an awful lot of flesh at the moment. Most of their hands concentrated on her firm, bouncing 44DDs, her moist, hot pussy and her ripe round rump. To her horror and disbelief, her body started to respond to their unwanted and illegal attention.

“This ho is lubed up big time,” a male voice crowed.

“Damn right,” another male voice said. “You gotta check this cunt’s cunt out, Antonio.”

Instead of a man’s hand, she felt a woman’s long-nailed hand instead. She caressed Ms Americana’s sopping wet vulva, then plunged her middle finger deep inside without any warning. Ms Americana gasped and jumped.

“Such a wanton whore!” Rosa said, with Ms Americana hearing the laughter in her voice.

Rosa’s hand withdrew, and a large male hand replaced it. Antonio chuckled as he made her jerk and groan, alternating between rubbing her clit and plunging his long, thick finger up her vagina. In less than a minute he had her panting as the two camcorder wielding girlfriends recorded everything for posterity.

“Fuck her,” another woman said. “Fuck her like the two bit whore she is at heart.”

“Yeah, look at how much she is enjoying it,” Rosa said. “Isabella’s right. Fuck her, Antonio. Fuck her long and hard. Make her KNOW she truly is a cheap whore. Fuck her until she begs for more, then flip her over and fuck her twice as hard and long.”

“No…please,” Ms Americana croaked out hoarsely. “This is so wrong.”

It was so hard to think or breathe with his bold hand driving her crazy like that. She was so hot. Ms Americana could feel sweat starting to roll down her body. The heat radiated from her pussy, infusing her entire body with erotic warmth and pleasure.

“We…uugghh…oh, we can work,” Ms Americana gasped out. “Work some…thing out.”

“Why don’t we work out how hard you CUM,” Antonio said.

Antonio pulled her to the floor. She expected to be rolled onto her back and have her legs pushed wide. But instead she was maneuvered to sit on his lap. She felt his erect cock rise up between her ass cheeks, pressed into that silky crevasse. Then someone else grabbed her by the hips and lifted her rump up a bit. When she was lowered again she felt Antonio’s cock press against her pussy.

“Wait!”

As soon as his cock penetrated the lips of her enflamed vulva, the unknown assistant released her. Ms Americana’s body weight pushed her a good five inches down the long, thick cock.

“Mmmuuuggghhhhh,” she groaned. “Great Liberty!”

It was incredible. Ms Americana hadn’t engaged in sexual activity in many years. More than a decade, in fact, since orgasms stole the energy needed to fuel the power belt. Without pent up sexual frustration and energy, Ms Americana was just an ordinary woman, strength and endurance wise. So she was extremely tight. And even more sensitive. She had pretty much forgotten what a cock felt like inside her.

“Damn, this bitch is tighter than a virgin,” Antonio said in a strained voice. He seized her around her tiny waist and lifted her almost off his cock. Only the head was still inside her. Then he viciously pulled her back down his cock. She felt a good eight inches push inside her that time, sending a violent shudder throughout her overheated, shapely body. “Take that, Ameri-puta.”

Antonio lifted her again and pulled her back down. Then did it again, and again, and again. After a few minutes she started bouncing up and down his cock without his help or encouragement. Waves of ecstasy washed through her bouncing body with every stroke, as the other gang-bangers and girlfriends stood mesmerized by her bouncing tits..

“Oh, I have an idea,” Rosa said enthusiastically. “Hernando, mount her in the asshole while Antonio fucks her pussy. That will be so much stimulation Ms Americana will break twice as fast.”

Ms Americana heard Hernando’s bark of laughter, followed by the laughter and encouragement of the other Diablos and girlfriends. Shortly, she heard him unzip and felt him move up behind her. Then, finally, she felt his hands on her shapely rump.

“Relax, Ameri-babe, and this won’t hurt much,” Hernando said.

“Aaaaggghhh,” she groaned miserably when he started probing her sphincter with his rough fingers. Using pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs, he lubed up her sphincter and pushed his finger up to the second knuckle. “Aaayyyyyaaa.”

That stoked the fires in her trembling belly. Her eyes went wide inside the jack-o-lantern. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, of all people. And worse, that despicable Rosa was being proven right about her, because her body was responding enthusiastically to their sexual efforts.

Suddenly, her thoughts were drawn back to the street earlier, where Antonio, Rosa and the unknown woman pulled that orgasm from her unwilling body. That had taken away almost half of her super strength. Another climax would put her down for the count. Ms Americana knew it, understood the danger implicitly, but a part of her wanted it, too.

As Hernando loosened up her asshole with his fingers, and Antonio fucked the shit out of her from below, Ms Americana felt strength bleeding from her oversexed, over-aroused body. By the time Hernando had pushed three fingers up her sphincter, she’d lost the strength to even hold her head up, so it lolled around with the jack-o-lantern around it.

“Time to mount up,” Hernando said.

Ms Americana felt him move up closer. Felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass cheeks, then slide down her ass crack toward her lubed and loosened sphincter. Panic seized her heart, and she tightened her asshole just as the head of his cock pushed inside. Using all of her concentration and strength, she held Hernando in place a long moment, while he struggled and cursed, trying to push inside. For a moment, Ms Americana felt victory and hope, but then Antonio grabbed both of her 44DDs and squeezed them.

“Oh!” That distracted her enough for Hernando to penetrate another two inches before she clamped down on his again. So Antonio sucked in an erect, hypersensitive nipple. “Oh!”

Timing is everything. Hernando was giving it a titanic push just as Antonio sucked in that nipple and caused Ms Americana to be distracted. He thrust the full eight inch length of his cock up her ass.

“Noooooooo!”

Rosa was right. Ms Americana instantly knew it. She couldn’t really handle one cock, but two cocks more that doubled her distress. Two big cocks sliding in and out, in and out, rubbing her G-Spot between them was more than any woman could handle, even a superior woman like Ms Americana. Then add Antonio sucking and squeezing her tits, and she knew she was a goner.

“Great…Liberty….they….are….taming…ME!”

The fuse was lit. Ms Americana felt her body cross that threshold. She arched her back, pressing up against Hernando behind her. Then Antonio twisted both of her nipples, hard.

“Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried. “Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”

Ms Americana heard the men and women cheering her ultimate defeat. All of her super strength bled away during that massive orgasm. She was normal strength now, helpless and vulnerable. And that thought was strangely erotic and compelling.

Suddenly, the jack-o-lantern was pulled off her head. The lights stabbed at her eyes. But when her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Rosa standing before her, stripped down to garter belt, black hose and stiletto pumps.

“While they are working on your pleasure, you can work on mine,” Rosa said, and moved closer so that she was straddling Antonio below and her bikini waxed cunt was in Ms Americana’s beautiful face. “Eat me.”

With that command, Rosa pressed her exposed pussy to Ms Americana’s full red lips. Antonio was pounding her pussy from below, while Hernando fucked her stupid from behind. She barely even gave Rosa any thought. So when that warm, wet pussy was pressed to her lips, Ms Americana’s body did what was natural.

“Good,” Rosa said softly. “You are such a skanky ho, Ms Americana.”

“Mmmmgghhh,” she responding, enjoying the taste of Rosa’s cunt almost as much as those two cocks pounding away below and behind.

For the first time, Ms Americana noticed the two young women filming all the debauchery she was forced to engage in. She envisioned her enemies and detractors watching those videos, mocking her as they beat their meat. Despite the fear and humiliation she felt, with her face burning in shame, she also felt her libido fire up even more.

“Is this how you lick Flag Girl’s cunt, whore?” Rosa taunted. “Lick harder. Make me feel it, bitch.”

Ms Americana licked Rosa’s firm vulva, nether lips and then penetrated those pink lips with her tongue. The gorgeous Latina’s body quivered as she lapped up Rosa’s pussy juices, then began flicking her aroused clitoris with her tongue. Finally, she sucked in that clit and sucked on it, hard.

“Oh, madre de dios!” Rosa cried. “Oh, you skank! You whore! Suck harder!”

“Wow! Look at her go,” Isabella cried. “Rosa was so right, Ms Americana is a skanky whore, just begging to be fucked.”

Rosa ground her pussy into Ms Americana’s mouth, while sinking both hands deep into the sexy super heroine’s hair. Meanwhile, Ms Americana felt both Antonio and Hernando starting to fuck her harder and more erratically, so knew they were both about at the end of their endurance.

Ms Americana squeezed her pussy muscles and sphincter at the same time. Both men gasped, but kept on pumping frantically. Then she redoubled her efforts on eating out Rosa’s pussy, making the oversexed Latina squeal with mindless pleasure.

<Oh yes,> Ms Americana thought, her thoughts consumed with sex and pleasure. Antonio, Hernando and Rosa were all about to climax. <Give it to me. Give me it all. Fill me up with love!>

“Oohhhh,” Hernando groaned as she felt his cock spewing hot cum deep into her asshole.

Ms Americana felt the erotic heat infusing her shapely body suddenly fire up at the feel of a man loosing his seed inside her.

“Oh…YES!” Rosa cried, cumming in Ms Americana’s eager mouth.

That pushed the vanquished vigilante over the edge, and sent her body in that mad rush to climax. She cut her eyes over to the woman on her left, holding the camcorder, and saw that she was aiming at Antonio and her pussy, looking like she was going for the zoomed in “Money shot.”

Then seconds before she climaxed for the third time that night, Antonio lost his battle to hold off his climax, filling her vagina with hot, sticky cum.

“Mmmmuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried into Rosa’s sopping wet pussy. She felt Rosa’s copious pussy juices running down her chin and neck. Both Hernando and Antonio spurted more cum inside her, still pumping erratically, and sending the Queen of Justice into yet another climax. “Uuuuugggghhhhhhhnnnnnnnmmmmmm!”

The vibrations from Ms Americana’s screams of pleasure pushed Rosa over again.

“Aaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!”

“Wow!” Antonio said. “What a fuck and a half!”

Hernando and Rosa pulled away from Ms Americana. Hernando pulled out with a loud, SLURP! Then Antonio pushed her up and off his still erect cock with a sexy SQUISH. Ms Americana felt cum dribbling out of her sphincter and vagina.

“Ooooo, so good,” she murmured, her belly quivering intensely. She knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the top again, and again, and again. And how she wanted that to happen. She swallowed hard at the sight of Antonio’s still hard cock. “Now what is going to happen to me?”

“Now you lick them clean,” Isabella commanded.

Ms Americana licked Antonio clean so long and so well, he came again in her mouth. Then she licked Hernando’s cock clean, and finally licked Rosa clean from her knees to her naval. That produced two more climaxes for Rosa, and one more for Ms Americana.

“Now my turn,” Isabella said, removing her red bustier. Then she removed the black leather miniskirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing any undies. “Now, whore, eat me like it’s your last meal.”

Ms Americana swallowed hard as the beautiful Latina sat at the edge of a chair and leaned back, thus thrusting her bikini waxed pussy out for easy access. In beauty, Isabella was second only to Rosa, though Isabella’s tits were slightly larger. Now she waited for Ms Americana’s erotic attention in nothing but a red satin choker and red stiletto sandals.

Ms Americana didn’t waste any time. She crawled over and buried her face into Isabella’s crotch. She found the sexy Latina ready and wet.

SLURP!

“Oh, yes. Eat me, you skanky whore,” Isabella cried. “You sleazy puta.”

Ms Americana licked her pussy inside and out, but stayed away from her clit except from a few light strokes with the tip of her tongue. As expected, it drove Isabella crazy with need and desire. Then, when Ms Americana judged her beautiful lover couldn’t take it any longer, she wrapped her full red lips around Isabella’s clit and sucked on it like it was the last clit on earth.

“Yeeeoooowwwwwwww!” Isabella cried, back arched and straining.

Before Isabelle finished cumming one of the Diablos pulled Ms Americana away, forcing her on her knees before him. His cock was already out and pressed against her full lips, still wet with Isabella’s pussy juices. She opened wide without protest and sucked him in deep.

Giving head was something she knew well. Early in her vigilante career, Brenda Wade still dated. Like ambitious men, superior women had superior sex drives. Of course, the nature of her power belt forbade her from consummating any relationship. So all of her relationships were doomed, but she kept her boyfriends around a lot longer by giving frequent and mind-boggling blow jobs. One hapless bastard hung around nineteen months before finally getting frustrated and breaking off their relationship.

“Ooouugghhh,” she groaned, tugging at her wrist bindings. Pulling off his cock, she said, “I can do this so much better if you free my hands.”

“Take off her belt,” Rosa said. “I just remember reading that the belt is what gives her super strength. Remove it and she isn’t any stronger than I am.”

Antonio rushed over and removed the belt from around her narrow waist. There was no sensation of lost power like she normally felt. Four climaxes had already de-powered her. Ms Americana didn’t bother to point that out, or the fact they couldn’t have removed the belt otherwise.

Antonio tried to fasten the belt around his waist, but he was too thick. So he gave it to Rosa who put it on. But she gained nothing from it. Rosa was clearly disappointed, but she left the belt on anyway.

“My souvenir,” Rosa said, locking eyes with Ms Americana with a smug look. “Untie her hands. She’s harmless now.”

Isabella took her red gauntlet gloves as her souvenir.

“I want her boots!” another girl called.

“I get her choker,” another called out.

“NO!” Rosa snapped, putting herself between Ms Americana and the ravenous girls.

“But you and Isabella got something.”

“Fine, Maria can have her boots and Vera can have her choker,” Rosa said, exasperated. “But not until after we finishing fucking her. When we’re finished, we’ll unmask her on camera and part out her costume.”

“Okay,” the two Latinas said grudgingly.

“Then the Diablos will go into the pimping business,” Antonio said. “Ms Americana will be our first working girl.”

“What?” Ms Americana cried.

Suddenly, Rosa kicked Ms Americana in the ribs. “Hey, whore, no one’s talking to you. We’re talking ABOUT you. You belong to the Diablos. You are a sex slave, and will do what you are told. Now get back to sucking Hector.”

Ms Americana did as commanded. She took Hector completely into her mouth, then used her long, delicate fingers and painted red nails to toy with and tease his sweaty balls. With hands, lips and tongue, she quickly sucked him dry, and the next two men after him.

After that they took her at least two at a time, front and back. Ms Americana spent most of the night on all fours, giving extreme pleasure to very bad men and women. Every one of the Diablos had her in every one of her orifices, plus titty fucked her. In addition, she ate all of the girlfriends pussies at least twice, and Rosa five times.

Slowly, as the night progressed, men and women fell asleep around the room.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” Ms Americana cried, riding a Diablo sprawled on the floor. His hard cock was deep inside her as she bounced up and down on it. Then the climax erupted deep in her belly. “Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”

“Hmmmm, good girl,” Antonio murmured and closed his eyes in exhaustion. “So good.”

Ms Americana straddled the leader of the Diablos, basking in the erotic tremble deep in her lower belly. The aftershocks of an orgasm were to be savored whenever they allowed her the time. After several minutes, though, she took a deep breath and looked around, expecting to be ordered to the next man or woman wanting to fuck her.

“Hello?” she said. Everyone was asleep. “Rosa? Isabella?” No response. “Hector?” Nothing from him either, and he was the most enthusiastic of them all when it came to receiving a blow job. Then she looked down and nudged Antonio. “Hey. What now?”

“Hhhuummm,” he groaned, smiled, then settled back into deep sleep.

Ms Americana frowned. Didn’t anyone else want to fuck her?

“Oh!” she said, then covered her mouth with one hand.

<I’m FREE!> she thought, heart hammering. <I have to get out of here before anyone wakes up.>

She was halfway to the front door before she realized she was naked save for her boots, choker and mask. So she snuck back to the living room. Rosa barely stirred when she removed the power belt. Isabella started to wake when she pulled off her gloves, but she kneed the petite beauty in the face, taking her down for the count. After another ten minutes of searching, she gave up on finding her bikini bottoms and top.

Ms Americana hurried out into the pre-dawn light. She got into her car and went home, thankful she escaped.

# # #

Ms Americana strode proudly into Commissioner Borden’s office two days later. The Mayor and Police Chief were behind the Commissioner, all staring at the computer screen.

“Good day, Mr. Mayor, Commissioner Borden and Chief McKenzie,” Ms Americana said, baby blues atwinkle. “Are you boys prepared to eat crow now?”

All three men jumped, startled by her arrival. All turned beat red immediately. She smiled, for she knew why they looked so guilty. She’d proven them wrong once again. And, more, she had successfully completed a job deemed impossible by the police. She had kept the Diablos off the streets and from terrorizing the neighborhood.

“Pardon?” Commissioner Borden said, all flushed red.

“I did it,” Ms Americana said smugly. “I protected those poor citizens from the Diablos. And, as I recall, you three deemed that impossible for a ‘mere woman.’” She grinned victoriously. “I guess I showed you.”

All three men’s eyes darted between her and the computer screen several times, with looks of astonishment on their slack faces. Then Commissioner Borden and the others sobered up. The commissioner leaned forward and smiled at her.

“Yes you did, Ms Americana,” he said, a roguish grin on his face. “Care to share with us HOW you accomplished that deed?”

Ms Americana felt her face heat up.

“Uh, no. I mean, it was simple. I took the fight to them, and then I dominated,” she said. “Very simple, really.”

“Ah, you dominated,” he repeated, then grinned. “Well done! The city owes you another debt of gratitude, Ms Americana, our very own Queen of Justice!”

“Yes, long live the Queen,” Chief McKenzie said.

“So,” the mayor said. “I guess the neighborhood will be safe for trick or treaters next year, and every year thereafter?”

Ms Americana frowned. “Perhaps. But I think it best if I go back next year, just to be sure.”

“Good thinking, Ms Americana,” Commissioner Borden said. “And I hope and pray the results are just as good.”

Ms Americana smiled to herself. Her heart began to race at the prospect of a repeat of this last Halloween.

“So do I, Commissioner, so do I,” she said, with a naughty grin. “I can’t wait until next year. Well, good day.”

“Good day, Ms Americana,” the three men said as she turned on a stiletto heel and marched out, titanic tits bouncing and shapely rump shaking.

When the door closed behind her, their eyes returned to the computer screen. They watched in silence as Ms Americana deep throated another Diablo while a pretty Latino girl fucked her up the ass with a strap-on dildo. The Diablos had sold their videos of Ms Americana to a website, which was now showing it to the world.

“My God, she really is a skanky whore,” Commissioner Borden whispered. “I’ll bet the Diablos can’t wait until next Halloween either!”

THE END