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

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MS AMERICANA: YES GIRL

By Dark One

Ms Americana paused in a pool of dim light. It was the darkest night she’d seen in months, with heavy cloud cover blotting out the moon and stars. There were few lights in the back streets and alleys of Delta City’s most notorious red light district, Sugar Town. She listened, cocking her head.

Nothing.

The dim puddle of light brought out the rich red, white and blue of her skimpy costume and glinted off her golden tiara. Her red calf boots with the bright white stripe up the front and around the top, covered more skin than her bikini. Her strapless top was blue with white stars over one cup, and red and white strips on the other, with a matching bikini bottom. The top and bottom was trimmed in gold, matching the shiny gold power belt riding sexily upon her well rounded hips. That belt made her a super heroine by giving her super strength, endurance and healing, among other things, while a blue, white star-spangled mask hid her secret identity. Red, gauntlet gloves, blue choker with gold star and red star earrings finished out her super heroine costume.

Intense baby blue eyes scanned the area as she listened breathlessly. Finally, her full red lips curled up into a smile and she flipped long incredibly lustrous black hair behind her shoulders before motioning her sexy sidekick up.

The shorter young woman, a blonde also in a red, white and blue costume, silently moved up next to her. Flag Girl smiled behind her plain blue mask, her full red lips and Ultrabrite smile bright in the dim light. Flag Girl’s costume wasn’t as skimpy as her mentor’s. She had a tight star-spangled, blue top that was sleeveless and high collared, with a large round cutout over her cleavage, but instead of a bikini bottom, she wore a tight red and white stripped micro mini. Her high heeled calf boots were red, while her gloves were blue. A blue choker and golden power belt finished off her super heroine costume.

“Much further?” Flag Girl whispered.

“No,” Ms Americana whispered. “The meeting is going down around the corner, and in the lobby of the old Fitzgerald building.”

Flag Girl nodded, her silky blonde pigtails bouncing, hanging down to brush her shoulders.

“We’ll show them, want we, Ms Americana?” Flag Girl whispered, blue eyes bright with youthful enthusiasm and admiration.

It reminded Ms Americana of why they were there in the first place. The police had written Sugar Town off. They suspended all patrols within Sugar Town, leaving any honest citizens still residing there to the not so tender mercies of the vile predators that ruled those mean streets. Ms Americana had very publicly vowed to close down Sugar Town, to return its streets to the law abiding citizens of Delta City. Then two days later, a reliable informant told her of a meeting of Sugar Town’s leading citizens, the movers and shakers, getting together to discuss how to fight her and Flag Girl.

If Ms Americana wanted to close the illicit sex businesses within Sugar Town, she would have to start by shutting down, chasing away or throwing in jail the very men and women about to meet in that abandoned building to plan strategy to defend against HER. They were the leaders, the driving forces in Sugar Town. Some of them, like King Pimp, were almost forces of nature within their debauched domain.

“That’s right, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said. “We’ll show those naysayers in the Police Department and press, and show the wicked denizens of Sugar Town there is no fighting two determined superior women like us.”

Ms Americana led her protégé out of the pool of light and back into the Stygian darkness. They eased silently down the empty sidewalk, unseen and near blind from the darkness. The silence was deafening, until they reached the corner. Then they heard the soft voices of thugs on guard. On the other side of that building was a bright, neon lit street full of prostitutes, johns and pushers.

They eased up to a broken out window and peeked in. There were at least twenty men and women inside, mostly men. Ms Americana spotted pushers and pimps, pornographers and madams. The notables included King Pimp, Mistress Tabitha and Sara Amanda.

Satisfied they had the right location, and all the principals were inside, Ms Americana eased back and looked up and around. She soon found a busted out window on the second floor. Then with practiced ease, she dropped low and snapped her powerful legs straight, hurling herself straight at and into that missing window. Seconds later, Flag Girl joined her inside the building.

“Shhhhh,” Ms Americana said, index finger across glossy red lips. “Listen.”

They could barely make out the deep voices of the men below. They were not happy voices. The two masked vigilantes smiled in the dark, enjoying the sound of the distress and alarm their threat caused those evil men.

The walls were stripped out of the building, with most of the discarded building materials scattered across the filthy floor. Ms Americana led Flag Girl, carefully picking their path. If they tripped or stumbled it would warn the men below, and they would escape her divine justice.

The stairs were gone, but they found two openings where stairs once rose up inside the building. Ms Americana stood next to one and Flag Girl next to the other, with the criminals below and between them. Then grinning, the Queen of Justice stepped off into thin air and dropped through to the next floor down.

“Halt!” Ms Americana cried as her boots pounded into the bare concrete floor. She felt her massive 44DDs bouncing, and she felt as much as saw the men’s eyes drawn to her titanic tits. “Don’t move, miscreants.”

“Ms Americana!”

“Not as dumb as you look, Rotten,” Ms Americana sneered at the notorious pimp, Kid Rotten.

The room was full of more of the top players than she originally thought. She saw pimps and brothel owners like King Pimp, Kid Rotten and Mistress Tabitha, drug pushers like Jay Maul, Carlos Reyna and Jasmine, and pornographers like Aaron Star and Sara Amanda. They were the top of the pile in that cesspit of humanity.

“Game’s up, boys and girls,” Ms Americana said, striking a super heroine pose -- legs shoulder width part, right foot slight forward and left cocked and hands on those well rounded hips.

“How do you figure that, Ms Annoying,” King Pimp said, his massive, muscle bound chest puffing up. He was a giant African American, standing six foot seven. His real name was Anthony Patrick, but he was the richest, most powerful of Delta City’s pimps, so earned the street name King Pimp. He quickly began using that nickname exclusively. “You are ten times stronger than a man, but we have way more than ten men here. So I think YOUR game is up, Sweet Tits.”

“Hey, that MS Sweet Tits to you, miscreant!” Kid Rotten shouted, breaking everyone up in laughter.

“You’re not as funny as you think, Rotten,” Ms Americana said. “I suggest you surrender, then line up with your hands behind her heads.”

“And then what?” King Pimp asked.

“And then I will march the lot of you straight out of Sugar Town and to the nearest police station,” she said. “I want to show the denizens of Sugar Town that their day has ended, and it’s time for them to find new ways to earn a living.”

The miscreants began moving toward the sexy super heroine. Ms Americana just maintained her pose and raised one ravenwing eyebrow haughtily. It was obvious they didn’t care for her plan. She didn’t think they would. Soon, they were arrayed before her in a tight semi-circle. The fifteen men and five women were three deep around her.

“I’m not so easily intimidated, miscreants,” Ms Americana sneered. “This is your last warning. Surrender peacefully, or suffer the consequences.”

King Pimp was directly in front of her. He was by far the largest, strongest and most intimidating. To his right was Kid Rotten, one of the most brutal pimps in Sugar Town. And to King Pimp’s left was Carlos Reyna, a vicious pusher and former golden glove boxer. They were the three immediate dangers. Take them out, and the others would fold quickly thereafter.

“We’re only going to give YOU one chance to submit, Ms A-hole,” King Pimp said rather too smugly for the legendary Queen of Justice. “And since we have a twenty to one advantage, you would be wise to seriously consider it, too.”

“And just what would be the end result if I submitted to you?”

That brought a wicked smile to all of their faces.

“We’ll put you right to work, peddling that sweet ass of yours,” Kid Rotten said, looking her up and down appreciatively.

“Ooo, problem,” Ms Americana said, scrunching up her nose. “Superior women don’t prostitute themselves. And I’m queen of the superior women. The Queen of Justice, Ms Americana. No can do, dickbreath.”

“Then it won’t go well for you, Ms Stupid Cunt,” Kid Rotten growled.

They started to move at her, but she held up her red-gloved hand and they halted.

“Just one more point I’d like to point out,” she said smugly. “You say you have a twenty to one advantage, calculating in my super strength, speed and endurance that gives you a two to one advantage. IF I were here alone. I'm not. Flag Girl!”

At that Flag Girl dropped through the hole in the ceiling behind them. Her stiletto heels striking the hard concrete sounded like a rifle report in the dead silence. The men and women all spun around in fear of a rear attack. Flag Girl smiled smugly at their startled faces, then wiggled her eyebrows.

“Surprise! Its little ole me, here to kick serious sleazeball butt,” the gorgeous blonde said in the sweetest little girl voice. Then her voice dropped two octaves and her blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “Who wants to be first?”

While they were distracted, Ms Americana thrust kicked King Pimp in the lower back, thrusting him violently forward. The huge pimp lost his balance and he fell heavily at Flag Girl’s booted feet. Their glorious leader down, the others just gawked at him, Flag Girl and Ms Americana.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Ms Americana said. “Let’s round them up, Flag Girl!”

“Let’s go, Ms A!”

Flag Girl stepped up onto King Pimp’s back just as he was pushing himself back up. He was pushed back down, grunting painfully. She laughed as she charged the stunned Sugar Town riffraff. Ms Americana grinned at the sight of the self-proclaimed King of Pimps trodden underfoot. He was finally learning his place in society.

Kid Rotten turned and charged Ms Americana. She caught his right cross easily, and flipped him over her hip. Then she stepped forward and KO’ed Mistress Tabitha.

“Now that punch felt good!” Ms Americana cried, her booted foot placed deep inside the redheaded dominatrix and madam’s impressive cleavage.

“Bitch!” Carlos Reyna cried.

Ms Americana turned, but too late. The big pusher was on her. And he proved why he was a former Golden Glove champion. His first punch struck her left tit in the side, sending intense pain ripping through her shapely body as the boob bounced and jiggled.

“Aaaiieee!” she cried, stumbling backwards. Then she tripped over Kid Rotten and fell straight back onto her sweet round rump. “Yikes!”

Meantime, Flag Girl stood surrounded by Sugar Town slimeballs. Her red booted feet were a blur as she kicked the crap out of pushers, pimps and porn lords. Every one of those men and women she and Ms Americana had thrown in jail at least three times. Then two things caught her attention, in different directions. First, she saw the pornographer/porn actress Sara Amanda pull a brown bottle of chloroform from her purse, then she turned to warn Ms Americana and saw her trip over Kid Rotten.

“Ms Americana!” she cried.

Flag Girl rushed towards her mentor. As she shoved and dodged the men and women trying to grab her, the sexy sidekick saw Ms Americana kick Carlos’ feet out from under him and roll back to her feet. Then someone grabbed the blonde bombshell’s long left pigtail.

“Oh! Let go, miscreant!” she cried, being jerked back to a stop.

Flag Girl turned and tried to backhand the foul man holding her pigtail. But he ducked and then caught her left arm under his arm.

“Let go before I -- ” Flag Girl growled, but was interrupted.

“Or what, Crybaby Girl?” a scantily clad blonde said, then sprayed pepper spray in the shapely super heroine protégé’s face.

“Yeeooww!”

Someone grabbed her right arm and held on tight. Then someone real strong punched her in the solar plexus. All of the air in her lungs exploded out. A second later, before she started sucking in more air, Sara Amanda arrived and pressed a chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Flag Girl knew exactly what was happening. In fact, it seemed to be moving in slow motion. But she couldn’t control it or stop her natural reactions.

Flag Girl sucked in a big double lungful of chloroform.

“Hmmmmm,” she groaned into the cloth.

“Sleep tight, Fuck Meat Girl,” Sara Amanda whispered in her ear, then stuck her hot, wet tongue into her ear. “I’m going to make a fortune turning you into a porn star.”

“Mmmmmmm!” Flag Girl screamed weakly.

The chloroform was working a number on Flag Girl very fast. Susceptibility to chloroform was one of the few problems women with the Aphrodite gene suffered, and most women with the oomph necessary to put on masks and costumes had that gene. Everything was spinning out of control, and she was starting to get tunnel vision. The black sides kept moving in, threatening to take her down and leave her utterly helpless.

<Ms Americana, help me please,> she thought.

Then the blackness enveloped her.

While this was happening, Ms Americana was kicking miscreant butt. After being taken down so easily a few minutes before, she was in a rage. The legendary Queen of Justice was showing no mercy.

“EVERYONE….STOP!” King Pimp shouted.

Strangely, the others obeyed instantly. Ms Americana was surprised. Sugar Towners were not known for their ability to follow orders. Then a path parted between her and the leader of Delta City’s pimps. Ms Americana’s jaw dropped at what she saw.

“No!”

King Pimp stood next to Flag Girl. Her beautiful protégé was unconscious and being held up by two men, one on each arm. He reached out and cupped one of her large tits, and gave it a squeeze.

“Nice, FIRM, young titty meat,” King Pimp said, grinning victoriously. “I find that superior women make superior whores. Now, submit or we’ll start doing bad, bad things to Flag Bimbo here.”

“No,” Ms Americana said. “Let her go, or I will REALLY do bad and PAINFUL things to you. I’ve been holding my punches up until now. My super strength is such that I could kill you if I hit you too hard. But if you touch one hair on her head, I will attack YOU and everyone else with the full strength of my fury.”

“I can do a lot of really nasty things to poor little Flag Girl before you got to me, Ms Ameri-tits.”

Kid Rotten charged her at that time. In her rage, Ms Americana seized him and THREW him twenty feet through the air and through a wall. The other villains looked very impressed. Some looked like they wanted to run. King Pimp, however, was not impressed. He simply reached out and pulled Flag Girl’s top up over her tits, exposing her 36Ds. And a spectacular set of tits she had, too.

“I’m going to rip your head off!”

Ms Americana started toward him, baby blues burning with wrath.

King Pimp reached up and grabbed the edge of Flag Girl’s mask.

“Wait!” Ms Americana cried, stopping suddenly. Icy fear gripped her heart. “Don’t!”

“Hmmm, is the legendary Ms Superior Stuck-up ready to talk?” King Pimp said, grinning. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her. “Well?”

“Okay, I’ll talk,” she said reluctantly. His hand stayed on Flag Girl’s mask, though. “What do you want? What do I have to do for you to release Flag Girl?”

“Now THAT is the correct question. What MUST you do?” he said. Ms Americana’s beautiful, masked face became grim. It wasn’t going to go well for her, of that she was sure. But she had to save Flag Girl. “And the answer is very simple, as is the task you must perform.”

“What task?”

The others seemed as dumbfounded as she was at the mention of a task to be done. He had her over a barrel, the logical thing for him to do was manipulate her and the situation until he had BOTH women in his evil clutches. She had every intention of outmaneuvering HIM, to outwit him, but this mention of a task completely blindsided her.

“You must PROVE you are a superior woman,” he said. She raised one perfect black eyebrow as she listened. “You must leave now, and walk out of Sugar Town. If you can get out of Sugar Town without being tamed, then I will believe you are a superior woman and give Flag Girl back to you.”

“Agreed!” she said, smiling smugly.

The other pimps, pushers and pornographers gasped in surprised. They were outraged he gave her such an easy task.

“Ah, not so fast,” King Pimp said. “There is more to it.”

“Like what?”

“You cannot say ‘No’ to anyone. You have to agree to anything anyone asks, commands or suggests you do, including kinky sex or, god forbid, prostitution,” he said. She gasped, wide-eyed and shook her head "no" slowly. Not believing what he was proposing SHE do. “If you refused anyone anything, then we will unmask Flag Girl live on the internet, then proceed to gang bang her stupid while the world watches. If her identity is revealed, it won’t take long for the mob and others to figure out who you are, and take you out as well.”

“That’s sick! I can’t just spread my legs for anyone that asks for it,” she cried, disgusted. "For the love of the Goddess, I'm the Queen of Justice! Are you mad?"

“Then that is the end of Flag Girl,” he said, shrugging. “I guess that PROVES you aren’t a superior woman. You don’t even have the guts to try.”

Everyone laughed.

His words were like a gut punch to her pride and self-esteem. How dare him call into doubt her superior nature.

“I can do it,” Ms Americana said, grinding her teeth. The more she thought about it, the more she KNEW she could complete that task in short order. No problem. After all, who would have the audacity to proposition Ms Americana? She was an icon of good and righteousness, of chastity and purity, in Delta City and the country. Besides, they knew she’d kick their teeth in if they proposed anything untoward. She was practically known as the Queen of Abstinence after all. “I agree.”

“Excellent. Then let’s finished up with the rules and get started,” King Pimp said. She nodded grimly, knowing she wouldn't like many, if any, of the 'rules' he would IMPOSE on her. But for Flag Girl's sake she would play the game. For now. “First, if a john does ask you how much, you answer with fifty dollars. If he agrees to that price, you have to provide the service requested and accept the money. All money earned has to be given to us in the end. Call it ransom if you like, but the truth is you will be prostituting yourself for us." The others laughed and smiled wickedly as she scowled and grimaced in disgust and revulsion. "Now, if he asks for more than the usual suck and fuck, you cannot charge more than fifty dollars, and you have to agree to ANYTHING he asks for.”

“This is sooo disgusting,” Ms Americana muttered. Her throat was tight and bile threatened to push up her throat.

“Furthermore, we will be giving you a lie detector test once you arrive at my brothel, The Palace,” he said. The Palace was at the edge of Sugar Town, on the other side of that depraved red light district, a long way away from her current location. “If we find you refused or denied anyone anything at all, Flag Girl will be lost. But if you can get through Sugar Town without being sexually tamed, which I doubt, then we’ll hand Flag Girl over to you and let you both leave peacefully.”

"I'll do it, IF no one in this group can give me orders, or ARRANGE for others to intercept me en route and force me into compromising situations," she said. "No one is allowed to know of the compulsion you placed upon me."

"Of course."

“I have your word?”

“You do,” he said. “Then you still agree?”

“Of course,” she snapped, aggravated she had to go through this whole stupid game. Ms Americana started for the exit. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Excellent,” King Pimp said. “One more thing. There is no real time limit, but remember, we have Flag Girl. She is helpless." He hefted her naked left tit again. Gave it another firm squeeze, making the unconscious sidekick groan. "And she is very beautiful, and we are very horny. I would hurry if I were you, Ms Americana.”

“Pigs!” she cried, baby blues flashing.

Ms Americana couldn’t say anything more. She was livid and helpless and they didn't go well together, leaving her confused and unsure. They had Flag Girl. She couldn’t risk anything that would compromise her protégé, so she just turned and marched out onto the dark street. And ran smack into a prostitute. The whore was short, maybe five feet tall. The Asian beauty had knee length black hair and big silicone tits. She was decked out in full hooker attire: red tube top, black leather mini and stiletto knee boots.

“Hey! Bitch, watch where you’re going,” the hooker snapped.

“No, you watch where you are going,” Ms Americana said. “And stay out of my way.”

“Kiss my ass,” the Asian whore said.

“Oh, my, a command to be obeyed,” King Pimp said from the door.

Ms Americana froze. The exchange with the hooker happened so fast, she wasn’t thinking about what might be said. The denizens of Sugar Town threw out all kinds of disgusting taunts and insults. They knew she wouldn’t attack them for using foul language.

“What?” the Asian whore said, suddenly wary.

Ms Americana’s heart was pounding as she turned to the offensive hooker and looked her over. Then she managed a weak smile and stepped closer.

“Which…ch-cheek would you like me to kiss,” Ms Americana said.

She knelt and waited. She prayed the hooker would run away, fearing some kind of setup or sting. But she didn’t.

"Heh, are you the REAL Ms Americana?"

"Yes."

“You really going to kiss my ass?”

“Yes, if that is what you really want,” Ms Americana said. “If you don’t want me to do it, I won’t.”

“Oh, I want,” she said. “I want very much.”

The beautiful Asian stepped up and thrust her shapely rump into Ms Americana’s face. Then she reached back and pulled the short leather skirt up to expose her satiny ass cheeks.

“Kiss the right one.”

Ms Americana closed her eyes and leaned forward. She pressed her full, red lips to the hooker’s warm butt and kissed it. Then she pulled back, frowned at that perfect red lip print and started to stand up.

“Kiss her butt hole,” another hooker said.

Ms Americana froze. She cut a quick look at King Pimp, who was grinning. All the other pimps, porn producers and pushers were watching as well, and looked just as pleased as the huge black pimp.

“Okay,” Ms Americana said softly. She so did not want to do this. To actually kiss an ass hole! “I’ll do it.”

“She has to do anything we say, Amy,” the second hooker said.

“Sweet,” the Asian hooker, Amy, said. “I want to feel some tongue on my hole, Ms Americana.”

“Oh,” Ms Americana said, grimacing. She put both gloved hands on Amy’s sweet round rump and pushed the cheeks apart. Her sphincter was exposed. “I can’t believe I’m…”

Ms Americana pushed her lower face into the butt crack. The stench of stale sex and urine assaulted her nose. She pursed her lips, found the puckered ass hole, pressed her full red lips to it, then pushed her tongue out.

“Yes! Lick it!” Amy cried joyfully. "Lick it like you love it."

Ms Americana groaned, but began licking that nasty butt hole. She knelt behind the hooker for five minutes, hands on her hips and licked her ass hole. Then it got worse.

“Stick your tongue up my ass hole, Ms Americana,” Amy said.

The Queen of Justice only nodded, and thrust her tongue against Amy’s puckered sphincter. It resisted penetration a long moment, but she felt the hooker relaxing her hole. Then Ms Americana’s tongue pushed inside.

“Oh, yes!” Amy cried.

Amy had four other hookers with her. Ms Americana had to provide the same butt kissing, ass hole licking and reaming service to each of them.

“Stand up,” Linda said, the blonde hooker. Ms Americana obeyed. “Now, remove your top.”

Ms Americana looked up and down the street. There were cars driving past very slowly, with leering men looking at all the girls on display. They were watching her activities especially. But she had no choice, and unfastened her bikini top. Her 44DDs plopped out.

“Hot damn!” a man cried from the street. He was driving by in a Chevy Nova, with more primer than paint, and hit the brakes. “How much you charging, Miss Americana?”

Ms Americana’s jaw dropped. It was going from bad to worse. She glanced back over her shoulder. King Pimp and Mistress Tabitha were grinning evilly at her from the door. Behind them she spotted Flag Girl, still unconscious and topless. There was no choice in the matter, she had to succeed to save her helpless protégé. And she absolutely could NOT say no, or turn down a trick.

<Damn those vile miscreants!>

“MS. I am MS Americana, dolt,” Ms Americana corrected him without thought. That nasty gaggle of whores tormenting her all broke up giggling. She paused, took a deep steadying breath and licked dry lips. Then, “It will be fifty dollars.”

His eyes went wide in shock. He obviously never expected her to actually agree to it. The man was slim with spiked blonde hair, and looked to be in his twenties, in dirty t-shirt and jeans. He was probably a minimum wager earner, most likely a dishwasher or something. Way below her high standards.

“Really? Wahoo! Sold, hop in, honey,” he said, reaching over and opening the door. “We’re going for a JOY ride!”

The whores starting taunting Ms Americana, and were quickly joined by the pimps, pushers and pornographers who had captured her sexy sidekick and forced her into this most foul circumstance.

With a resigned sigh, she fastened her bikini top and slipped into the passenger seat. The man pulled out two twenties and a ten, and stuffed it down her cleavage. Bile rose up, burning, even while a knot formed in her throat.

“You’re sexual favors, paid in full, MS Americana,” he said. “By the way, honey, my name is Rex.”

“Let’s just go and get this over with, Rex,” Ms Americana said, pointedly ignoring the street people laughing and ridiculing her.

“Where to, honey?”

“What?”

“Where do you want to go fuck? What motel?” he said. “Don’t you got something set up?”

“No! What do you think I am, a hooker?” she snarled.

“Hey, you really are the real Ms Americana, aren’t you?”

“Of course, who did you think I was?” she demanded. Then a tiny smirk tugged at her full red lips. “Does this mean you don’t want to consummate this transaction?”

“Huh? Consummate? You mean do I still wanna fuck you?”

“Crude, but yes, that is what I’m asking.”

“Hell yeah! Even more than before,” he cried.

“Great,” she groaned. For a second, she flirted with the idea of not having sex with him. Of not saying yes to every request. Could she fool a lie detector? But she honestly knew she couldn’t. She was not a filthy liar. “Take me where you want. I just want to get it done and over with.”

“Cool,” Rex said. Moments later he whipped into a dark alley and drove halfway down it before stopping. He turned on the dome light and looked her over with lusty eyes. “Let’s party, Ms Americana.”

Ms Americana removed her patriotically themed bikini top as Rex shucked his own jeans and boxers. Then he pulled his t-shirt off as she slowly, reluctantly slide her bikini bottoms down mile long legs, exposing a bikini waxed, short cropped pubic patch.

To her shock and surprise, the super stacked super heroine found her bikini's crotch soaking wet and her pussy came alive when she lightly touched her nether lips.

“Oh!”

“What?”

“N-nothing,” she gasped, suddenly afraid. Glancing down, she saw that her nipples were hard and erect. “Oh no.”

Rex followed her eyes down, and grinned hungrily.

“Oh, what big nipples you have, Ms Americana! Mighty tasty looking to,” he said and grabbed her monster tits with both hands. An instant later, hands kneading yielding titty flesh greedily, he sucked in her right nipple. “Mmmmm.”

“Great Liberty!”

It felt like greased lightning shot from her nipple to her twat, enflaming everything in between. Her breath was sucked from her lungs and forced her to gasp incredulously. Her hands were held six inches from either side of his head, fingers splayed. Ms Americana groaned and her head rolled back when he started sucking harder, and started rolling the other nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Great Liberty, I never knew…..uuuhhhh,” she groaned. It was like the butterflies in her belly spread throughout her shapely body. She was sweating and panting, and soon she grabbed his hair and hung on. She was building to something big, and she knew and feared it. But she didn’t have the strength of will to stop it. “I…I can’t take much….Ooonnn…more of this.”

Ms Americana bit her lower lip and prayed for the strength to endure and triumph, for sweet, innocent Flag Girl. Lydia.

“You smell so pretty,” Rex mumbled. His hand dropped from her left tit to her twat. His fingers teased her twat a long moment, then pushed in past those slippery love lips. “So beautiful. So hot.”

Ms Americana could not believe her body was betraying her so thoroughly. How could she expect to get out of Sugar Town untamed if the first yahoo off the street had her on the verge of climax before he even mounted her?

“Are you going to fuck me or what?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“Do you want it?” he asked.

“Yes. Hurry, please.”

“How bad to you want it?” Rex said, then stroked her engorged clit for the first time.

“Aaaiiieee!” she cried, her whole luscious body jerking, back arching. “I want it bad!”

Without thought, Ms Americana’s hand reached out and grabbed his cock. It was rock hard. The feel of it stoked the fire within her even more. She started stroking it and squeezing it. At the same time the sexually stressed out super heroine began grinding her pussy into Rex’s hand.

“Mount me,” she said. “I’m ready. You want me. Do it. Do it now.”

“Okay,” Rex said, grinning lasciviously. Her heart soared. To finally be fucked! Then he said, “Suck me first.”

“Great Liberty, my first trick has to be a twat tease!” she cried. “Fine, lay back.”

Ms Americana pushed him back against the driver side door. She moved down above his erect cock, swept her long, silky black hair to the side away from him so he could watch, then lowered her full red lips. Her right hand took hold of that cock and guided it towards her descending mouth, while the left gently squeezed his large balls. Then an inch from his cock head, he saw her wet, pink tongue slip between her ruby reds and lick the drop of pre-cum off the tip of his dick.

“Oh yes, Ms Fuck-me-babe,” Rex said. “Suck it. Suck it good, babe.”

“Hmmmmm,” Ms Americana answered, groaning low as she sucked him in deep, filling up her mouth. “Mmmmmmm.”

The proud Queen of Justice swirled her tongue around his cock, sucked and licked it with enthusiasm, if not the most talent. A girl needed practice to get that so heady talent mastered, and she was just getting started. But some women, who are born with a natural hedonistic bent, start out much better than average. Ms Americana was quickly proving she was one of them. She was, after all, a superior woman.

“Climb on,” Rex said with a strained voice. “Unless you want a mouthful real quick.”

<Finally!> Ms Americana silently cried.

“Oh, yes, baby,” Ms Americana growled sexily. “I thought we’d never get it on.”

It sickened her to talk sexy to him, but she had to have him super excited, on the brink of climaxing when she mounted. She knew that she wouldn’t last long with cock in her. Not after seeing how hot and excited she’d become just with what had transpired so far. So she tried to make it the best he’d ever had, or ever would have. And the shortest ride of his life.

She quickly slid up to his waist, straddling it. Then she rose up on her knees and guided his cock straight into her pussy. The statuesque bombshell known as the Queen of Justice, Delta City’s premier super heroine paused, feeling his cock head just barely penetrating her vagina, half in and half out. She was about to “consummate” this illegal activity, about to finalize an act of vile prostitution.

“If I do this, you will have truly turned me, Ms Americana, into a street whore, a hooker,” Ms Americana said, locking her baby blues with his eyes. “Do you really want to be the man that sullied Ms Americana? Do you want to be the one that pulled me off my pedestal, where millions of impressionable young women admire and love me? Are you sure that you, Rex, want to be the shameless man that dragged me down into the gutter, to be despoiled by lowlifes and scoundrels alike?” She leaned forward, careful not to allow his cock any further in, and placed both red gloved hands on his shoulders, nose just inches before his. “It that was you want, Rex?”

Rex’s eyes unfocused as he looked deep inside. Relief and joy started to bubble up deep within her. Then his hands came up and grabbed her tits, and squeezed.

“Yes, I do,” Rex said. “Let’s party.”

“Oooo,” Ms Americana moaned as he thrust straight up, impaling the sexy super heroine upon his rock hard dick.

With gravity helping, and fucking straight down, Rex might have managed six inches inside her. But to Ms Americana it felt like a baseball bat was shoved up her cunt. She was so tight he barely got three inches inside her on those first couple of thrusts.

“Fuck me, honey babe,” Rex commanded. “Fuck me hard.”

“W-what….whatever you….you want, Rex,” she gasped out.

The hot heroine had no choice. She had to obey. So Ms Americana rose up, pulling two inches off him, and dropped back down. Hard. She cried out as he was driven another soul numbing inch into her vagina. She was forced to keep it up until his full eight inches were inside her, and then the real riding began. She rode him hard, panting and groaning the whole way.

<I’m losing it,> she thought. Part of her was eager for the release, the climax. She’d worked too hard, gone through too much to be denied that sweetest of all rewards at the end of it all. <Great Liberty, I can’t…do it!>

“Oh…YES!” Rex cried, and then groaned long and deep.

Ms Americana felt his cum squirting deep inside her, filling her with creamy lust and pleasure. Her skin goose-fleshed and she smiled serenely despite her circumstances. It felt good to have a man cum inside her. It was so right.

“Great Liberty, yes! Yes! YES!” Ms Americana cried, hands raised high and fists clenched. She had done it. She had outlasted her trick, so wasn’t de-powered. In fact, now she was filled with sexual frustration, which fueled her power belt. “All right.”

“You liked that, huh?” Rex said, misunderstanding her reason for joy.

“I’m pleased,” Ms Americana said carefully. She still had to get away from him before he asked or demanded anything else, which she’d be forced to give him. “Can I go now?”

“Sure,” he said. “I need a cigarette and a beer, or three.”

He swatted her naked rump as she was climbing off. Seconds later she was standing outside the car in the alley. With the dome light, she found her super heroine costume, and the money he’d given her. She frowned at the sight of the cash on the floor board, but she had to take it. When she completed her ordeal, she had to give any money she’d earned to the pimps. So she picked it up and stuffed it down the top of her left boot.

In less than two minutes Ms Americana was dressed and halfway to the street. She was out of the alley before Rex even had his pants on. She wasn’t going to take any more chances. There was too much at stake. She’d let them fluster her earlier, her emotions raging, and she’d walked straight into a hooker. It went terribly downhill from there, and she didn’t want to repeat that mistake.

“Nice and easy,” she muttered, pausing at the end of the alley and looking both ways carefully.

Ms Americana silently cursed her luck. Rex had taken her three blocks further away than the direction she had to go. The street was another hotbed of hookers. She could see twenty just on her block. The buildings lining the street were sleazy strip joints, peep shows, arcades and some of the seediest brothels in Sugar Town.

She considered how best to navigate the mean streets of Sugar Town. Should she drop her gaze and try not to be noticed? Or stride down the street purposely, head high and glaring daggers at one and all. The latter was how she usually operated. Few ever spoke to her, unless she confronted them and gave them no choice. But the whores and pimps especially liked to yell crude suggestions and offers at her, but mostly when she challenged them or one of their friends.

“I will march through Sugar Town defiantly, head high,” she decided, smiling. “No one in Sugar Town wants to be noticed by me, so they will scatter to the winds at my approach.”

So the Queen of Justice stroke out of that alley and headed for King Pimp’s main brothel, the Palace. As expected, the moment anyone spotted her a cry went up and miscreants scattered, finding their favorite bolt holes until it was “safe.” A self-satisfied smile curled her full red lips.

“Hey, Sweetheart, you new here?” a hawker in front of a strip joint called, leering at her bouncing 44DDs. He stepped out to block her path. “I wouldn’t have forgotten those twins! Ha ha!”

The voluptuous vigilante graced him with a withering look. He had to be new to Delta City not to recognize her. Or he just couldn't believe he'd crossed paths with a living legend.

“I work all over town,” she said sidestepping him. “Now, leave me be. I’m busy.”

“Hey, Sweetheart, come back and talk to ole Herb here,” he called jokingly.

She knew he didn’t really expect her to turn around and return, much less want to talk to her. But she was obliged by the rules of that foul pimp-imposed contest. So Ms Americana stopped, looked up at the silent Heavens with a look of disbelief and frustration. Then she forced a smile, turned around and walked back to him.

“So, what do you want to talk about, Herb?” she asked, cocking her head and striking a super heroine pose: hands on well-rounded hips, shoulders back and right leg thrust out to the side. Her expression was doubtful expectancy, that she hoped knocked the wind out of his sails before he said something she’d regret. “We going to talk about sports? Fine dining? Or about how you can’t get that tiny little pecker of yours up anymore?”

He just stared at her dumbfounded.

She smirked and started to turn around and leave.

“Uh, I was just going to ask you to go inside and check out our hot dancers,” he said weakly.

Her face screwed up in distaste. She did NOT want to go into that den of depravity. The immoral men inside only wanted one thing from a woman, any woman. But if he asked, she had to go in. But did he actually ask? He said he WAS going to ask her to go inside. Did that constitute a request? She had to be sure.

“Are you asking me to go inside? Or asking if I’d like to go inside?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, moron?” she snapped, frustrated and more than a little afraid.

“Yes, I want you to go inside and check out the dancers,” he snapped back, wanting to be rid of her. “That’s how I make my pathetic living, bitch. Asking people to go inside.”

Not the answer she wanted. But at least all she had to do was go inside, take a little time to check out the topless dancers, then depart. Quickly.

“Fine then,” she said, turning towards the door. “I’ll do just that.”

He looked incredulous as she marched through the door and into the sleazy strip joint. The club was dark and smoky. It reeked of cheap perfume, dirty ashtrays and alcohol. There were maybe a dozen girls, mostly wheedling drinks out of customers or giving lap dances. Three girls danced topless atop the stage.

“Ok, I’ve checked out the dancers,” she said, and turned around.

“Are you the real Ms Americana?” a beefy man said at a table near her.

“Of course, who were you expecting?” she said, giving him a wary look.

“I wasn’t expecting a genuine super heroine in here,” he said. “Hey, Joe, check out who came in here. Hey, Americana, you after some big, bad, EVIL titty dancer? Did she slap her fat titties in the mayor’s face or something truly terrible? Hahahaha!”

Though the loud rock music still blasted, the dancers had all stopped dancing to watch, the patrons had all set down their drinks and turned to watch. It was too much attention. Ms Americana wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

“You’re funny, Burt,” Joe said. Joe was a slightly smaller version of Burt. “Maybe, as a public service, she’ll give you a MERCY lap dance! She’d have to be super strong to get close to that rancid stench you reek of, dude.”

“Shut up, Joe, you ain’t funny,” Burt said, slightly grinning. Ms Americana started to leave, before they remembered her. But he saw her start to turn away, so slapped his left thigh, and said, “Why don’t you wiggle that sweet super ass of yours over here and have a seat?”

His request was like a gut punch. She had no choice now.

“Ok,” Ms Americana said, and walked over and sat daintily upon his lap.

Everyone, including Burt and Joe, just gawked at her. No one expected that.

“I always thought you were some ball-busting, uppity bitch, Ms Americana,” Burt said, well pleased with how things were going as he started stroking her long, silky black hair. Then when she didn’t stop him, his hand dropped lower to her rump. “But I guess even super heroines like to have some fun, under the sly, so to speak, heh?”

He winked at her.

“Yes, something like that,” she said, not sure what to do now. Surely she’d satisfied the letter of the contest. Besides, his hands was entirely too bold, and she wasn’t sure about making him stop. It was a gray area in the rules. At least she didn’t recall it being addressed. “Well, this place isn’t the place I’m looking for, but thanks anyway.”

“No problem,” Burt said as she stood up. “But how about a lap dance for the road?”

“What?” she asked, incredulous.

“He wants you to give him a lap dance,” Joe said, eyes glittering with wicked glee. “So give him a SUPER lap dance.”

That last statement was definitely a command. She was told to give him a lap dance, and Ms Americana groaned as her gloved fists clenched in frustration.

“Ok, one lap dance, but then I have to go, all right?”

“I understand,” Burt said, suddenly excited. “Are you really going to give me a dance?”

“That’s what I said,” she said tightly.

“Then you aren’t the real Ms Americana,” he said. “The real Ms Americana wouldn’t do anything that base, that depraved. What are you, a dancer or a hooker?”

“I am the real Ms Americana,” she said, strangely annoyed. She knew it was best if they thought she was some cheap whore, but she couldn’t let it go.

“Prove it,” he said defiantly.

Since she hadn’t been climaxed, Ms Americana still had super strength. She sighed gustily, picked up one of the steel frame chairs and easily twisted it into a big iron pretzel before everyone’s startled eyes. At that moment, everyone in that strip joint KNEW they were dealing with the real Ms Americana.

“I’m ready for my lap dance,” Burt said, bug-eyed and leering at her 44DDs. “You’re going to take off your top, right?”

“Do you want me to take off my top?” she asked, knowing the answer. But she had to ask.

“Yes, take it off,” he said.

She rolled her eyes in disbelief at what her devil’s deal had reduced her to. The pimps, pushers and whores of Delta City would be laughing for years about this most humiliating, most degrading of nights for the Queen of Justice. So she reached between her 44DDs and unsnapped the fastener, then pulled those red, white and blue cups away from her titanic tits, feeling them drop and bounce, hearing the sucking in of breath throughout the room.

“Let’s get this lap dance done and over with,” Ms Americana said, and started to gyrate her well rounded hips to the hard driving rock music. Her hands rose up above her head and she started shaking her tits.

“You’re too far away, Ms Americana,” a blonde stripper said.

“You tell her, April!” someone called.

“Straddle his lap,” she continued.

Ms Americana had no choice. She was told to do something by April, so had to obey. She stepped up close, very close. Her inner thighs were rubbing against Burt’s thighs.

“Bury his face in your cleavage, and them push those big jugs together,” April said, walking up close. Ms Americana obeyed, hearing Burt’s aroused groan from deep within her cleavage. April was rather short, at five foot two, though very shapely. Her eyes were bright green and she had long blonde hair. All she wore was a pair of red stiletto pumps and matching red leather thong. “Now drop low and stroke his crotch with your own.”

Ms Americana bent her knees, hoping her tits would be pulled off Burt’s face. He was kissing and licking them, and it felt too good for her own good. But Burt bent with her, continuing to rub his ugly face all over and into her mammoth tits. At the same time, she did as commanded and rubbed her now quite sensitive pubic mound back and forth across Burt’s hard bulge. Each stroke felt better than the last. The fabric of her bikini bottoms wasn’t protecting her at all.

That insistent, demanding fire of need she felt with Rex had returned. Fast and more demanding this time. She fought it hard, but couldn’t contain the groan that welled up her throat. Seconds later she realized she was panting and sweating from the erotic internal heat of sexual arousal.

<Thank God I still have my bottoms on,> she thought, barely coherent with the erotic sensations. <I would climax in ten seconds without that scant protection.>

Burt’s big, callused hands began massaging her shapely rump and upper thighs, enjoying the warm satiny softness of them. April also began stroking Ms Americana’s long, black hair. It felt so good, so delicious. Then the sexy stripper ran her long nails gently down the gorgeous super heroine’s back, sending a strong shiver throughout her body.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned.

“Yes, I thought you’d like that Americana,” April said, leaning in so close she could smell the stripper’s cheap perfume. She grabbed Ms Americana’s hair at the back of her head and jerked it back. The helpless heroine gasped. “You’re a grade A slut, Ms A, and I’m going to enjoy proving it to one and all.”

“No, I’m an icon of all that is good and right,” Ms Americana said with a sexually strained voice. “Girls and young women look up to me as a role model. I am what they aspire to be -- a superior woman.”

“A superior piece of ass,” April said, laughing. Then she slapped Ms Americana’s hiney - hard. “Grind that cunt harder into his cock, bitch.”

“Great Liberty!” she cried, obeying. “You are all so evil!”

“Burt, watch this,” April said, reaching out and turning Ms Americana’s face towards her.

Burt pulled his face out of the sexually stressed out super heroine’s bottomless cleavage and looked up. April slowly pushed her face closer and closer to Ms Americana’s face. The Queen of Justice just gawked at her open mouthed, watching April’s perfectly painted pink lips heading straight for her lips.

April kissed Ms Americana long and hard, her hungry tongue darting in and out, taunting and teasing Ms Americana’s tongue and mouth. It was such a sensuous feeling, that lipstick kiss.

“Hhuuummm,” Ms Americana said, as her tongue tangled with April’s.

“Oh God yes,” Burt cried. Ms Americana felt his strong hands seized her rump, then he tensed a long moment, before sighing and relaxing below her. “That was a damn great dance, Ms Americana.”

“Come with me,” April said, gently pulling Ms Americana off and away from Burt, and towards the main stage by the hand. “It’s time we put on a proper girl-on-girl sex show for these naughty boys, and prove what a slut you are beneath that goodie-two-shoe veneer.”

The patrons and other dancers cheered that idea. Ms Americana could only look around wide eyed, wondering if she’d ever get away from these oversexed fiends. And she had a very, very bad feeling that at least April now understood she HAD to obey every command given her.

The topless dancer led the now topless super heroine to the main stage. April walked up the stairs to the stage, but guided Ms Americana to the side. Then hand-in-hand April led Ms Americana to the end of the stage, practically the middle of the room, and pulled her towards the stage, coaxing her up on stage.

“Climb on up, Ms Americana,” April said sultrily.

The stage was waist high. Ms Americana crawled up easily, the men crying out joyfully and cheering at the sight of her well rounded rump. April commanded her to stay on hands and knees. Her face started to burn, for she knew the humiliations were just starting, and that they would be heaped upon her that night.

“Lick my shoe, Ms Americana,” April said, moving one foot forward.

Ms Americana looked down at the fire engine red, patent leather pump. She lowered her face slowly. The crowd cheered when she gave that first, tentative lick. After that, there was nothing to do but finish the job, so she licked April’s red pump front to back, and up and down her tall stiletto heel. Then she was ordered to start licking her way up April’s long leg.

“Pull off my thong, Ms Americana,” April commanded.

"Okay," she muttered, and slowly pulled the red thongs down April's shapely legs.

"Now eat me out."

Kneeling before April, Ms Americana looked around the room, at all the HUNGRY faces staring at her expectantly. Man and woman alike. Then she looked up into April's beautiful, yet unmerciful face.

"Eat me, now."

"Okay," she whispered, and felt her skin gooseflesh. She shuddered violently, then pushed up on her powerful legs until her mouth was pressed hard into the sexy stripper's cunt. Then she began to lick. "Mmmmm."

"Good girl, Ms Americana," April said. "Or should I say, BAD girl."

Ms Americana paused to glare daggers up at April, which only amused the stripper. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her cunt into the helpless heroine's face and mouth. Ms Americana answered by using both thumbs to spread April's cunt lips wide so she could have better access to her inner folds. In little over five minutes, Ms Americana managed to climax April on stage.

"Line up, boys, and gang bang this super powered bitch," April gasped out, stepping back. "Give them what the want, Ms Americana."

"Yes, I'll give them what they want," she whispered, horrified and aghast. Within seconds Burt knelt behind the Queen of Justice, pulled her bottoms down and guided his thick cock up against her slippery twat. She slanted a big baby blue, wide-eyed glance back over her shoulders as he pressed the head of his cock against her sopping wet cunt and forcing the lips to spread. They locked eyes, he smiled cruelly and thrust his hips forward with force, penetrating her vagina. His dick was very thick, and stretched her love canal to the max. She arched her back instinctively, giving him better access and the ability to go even deeper inside her. "Aaaahhhhh-eeeweeeooooo."

"Oh, yes, she felt that, Burt," April cooed in delight. "Make her FEEL it."

"Oooohhhhh," Ms Americana groaned.

"Damn, this bitch is tight," Burt groaned, straining. "But very wet."

They were sideways to the audience, so everyone was getting a splendid view of her defilement. Looking right, she saw what they were witnessing in the floor to ceiling mirrored wall. The sight aroused her libido so much she had to turn away.

There were ten men behind Burt. Ms Americana couldn't believe she'd be able to keep herself from climaxing before they all had their turn. Indeed, she suspected she'd have multiple orgasms.

<How many times can I be forcibly climaxed before they break me, before they TAME me?> she wondered, feeling her body afire with arousal. <Will it be the FIRST climax that tames me?>

Ms Americana felt sweat breaking out all over her shapely, overheated body. Her belly was quivering and she felt supremely weak and helpless. April was walking around and rousing the men's libidos. She groaned as an eleventh man joined the gang bang line.

"Wahoo!" April cried. "Another man on the fuck the shit out of Americana gang-bang train!"

Ms Americana groaned again as Burt increased the rate of his pussy pounding. He was clearly overexcited and about to blow his load. She squeezed her pussy muscles, trying to get him off as fast as possible. The longer she delayed her own climax the better. She feared that once she started climaxing, she wouldn't be able to stop.

Burt suddenly pulled her hair, forcing her to rise up on just her knees, her back painfully arched to accommodate his fucking. Then both arms came around and seized her 44DDs, beginning to maul then with animal intensity. He then buried his face in her thick black hair, alternating between nibbling on her ear and sucking on her slender neck.

<The bastard is giving me a hickey!> she thought.

"Great Liberty!" she cried. He was now pounding of her cunt harder than she believe possible. He was pushing her up against the brink of no return. Her resolve was crumbling from the intense pounding, the pleasure so intense she just panted and stared into space wide-eyed. Then it passed that beautiful point, and ecstasy came crashing down on her perfect little world. "I can't….ugh…stop itttt! Uuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"YES!" April cried.

"Bingo!" a man cried. "I picked the time it took! I win the pot."

Burt kept up the pounding, in and out, over and over, and sucking real hard on her neck. Squeezing her tits painfully hard. He was about to blow.

"Ugh," Burt cried. "Yes!"

Ms Americana felt her vagina filled with cum for the second time that night. This time though, it was more profound. It pushed her over the top yet again.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" she cried. "Great Liberty, these miscreants are going to TAME me."

Burt held her in place until his cock finally stopped spurting and went limp. Then he pulled out and released her. And gave her firm round rump a sound slap.

"Ouch!"

Everyone laughed as April helped Burt up and held his hand up high, like he'd won a boxing match or something. Ms Americana scowled at them, still panting on all fours. She felt the sweat dripping off her titanic tits, felt the air conditioned air on her sweaty body.

"It is going to be a long night," she muttered.

"Not as long as my dick, Ms Americana," Joe said.

The exhausted Queen of Justice slanted a weary look over her shoulder. Burt's friend, Joe, was moving up behind her. His cock was out, and it was long. She judged eight inches.

"Oh great, a bigger stick to beat me into submission with," she said.

"I don't want you fighting your orgasms any more, Ms Americana," April said. "I agree, that makes them bigger and more powerful. But the guys love to hear you scream out in pleasure. So relax and let your body do what it was born to do. Fuck."

"Oh, you vile little monster," Ms Americana growled. "I'll get you for this some day. Mark my words."

"No you won't," April said as she caressed the heroine's face. "We're going to prove to you and the world what a raging whore you are at heart tonight. After tonight, I suspect you will give up the costume and start walking the streets to satisfy your SEX ADDICTION."

Ms Americana could only gawk in horror at the sexy stripper. If she were tamed, that was exactly what would happen. King Pimp, if not one of the other pimps, would quickly put her sweet round rump to work whoring. If they tamed her, she lost the wager. And Flag Girl would join her on the mean streets of Sugar Town as a skanky hooker.

<I have to be strong!>

Joe mounted her pussy in one smooth move. He was all the way in her in seconds, without any resistance.

"Yes! I'm really fucking Ms Americana! Someone take my picture!"

Everyone but Joe froze. Until that moment photography hadn't come to mind. Seconds later a flash burnt at her eyes. Then another, and another.

"I'll be right back," April said, and rushed off stage. Moments later she returned with a camcorder and set it up quickly. "Yes, I'm going to post this video on my website, boys. Tonight, Ms Americana becomes a bona fide internet PORN STAR!"

# # #

"Uuunnnnnn," Flag Girl groaned around Kid Rotten's thick cock.

"God, this bitch has a tight ass," Carlos said. The drug pusher was enjoying his first ever super heroine rape. "This is the best night of my life, dude."

Flag Girl could only groan. She was strapped down tight in a fuck device. It was a padded sawhorse-like thing, that she was laid face down atop. Her legs were secured to the back legs of it by steel bands above and below the knees, and around her booted ankles. Likewise, her arms were bond just above the elbows and at her wrists on the front legs. The sexy sidekick couldn't move more than an inch in any direction, so she was held almost motionless while the pimp and pusher double teamed her, front and back.

A dozen cameras were filming it all. Both of the men raping her were wearing masks. They had a lot planned for her that night, before Ms Americana arrived.

<Dishonorable miscreants!> she thought miserably.

No sooner had Ms Americana left with the john than King Pimp himself had slapped her awake and forced her to suck him off. Then she was forced to sexually pleasure each and every one of the twenty malefactors present, plus their bodyguards. And that was before they left that old tumble down building.

They had lied to Ms Americana. They had no intention of honoring their side of the deal. When Ms Americana showed up, they had a surprise for her. She would be gassed into unconsciousness and tied up. Then they would repeat what they were doing to her -- Gang rape to be culminated with an on-camera unmasking.

# # #

Ms Americana whipped her head around, lustrous black hair flying. She stood with her red gloved hands pressed against the mirrored back wall of the main stage, then slanted a come hither look over her shoulder at the gawking men and women. Then she winked, and spun around before starting a sexy strut across the stage to wild cheers, her 44DDs bouncing enticingly. All to Sheena Easton's "Strut, pout, put it out" blasting.

"That's what we want from Americana!" the crowd cried to the music.

The sexy super heroine struck a sultry pose at the edge of the stage as the song ended, men's hands stroking and grabbing at her mile long legs. Her body gleamed with body oils and the sweat of three hours of dancing and fucking. There wasn't a man in the room that hadn't had her in at least one orifice of her spectacular body. Strangely, most of the men just wanted to play with her tits, then get a blowjob.

She slanted a questioning look at April. The sexy blonde stripper was her "pimp" now. April decided what she did, when she did it, and who she did it with. She was selling lap dances for a hundred dollars a pop. Of course, these lap dances always involved sex with Ms Americana while everyone watched.

"Who is next?" April called. A dozen hands flew up, all holding one hundred dollars. April walked over to the table front and center to the stage, and took money from a big burly man at that table. "He's next, Sugar Tits."

Ms Americana nodded and stepped over onto the table. It wobbled dangerously beneath her stiletto-heeled feet for a brief second. Then she dropped to her knees, 44DDs bouncing as her john gawked at them.

"What's your pleasure, master?" Ms Americana said. April forced her to say that.

His name was Homer Hughes. All she knew was he was an off duty bouncer at another club. This would be the fourth time he hired her tonight. He'd already violated every orifice of her body, so she wasn't sure what he wanted this time.

"You," he said, eyes so hungry it made her body start to tingle. He pulled her off the table and onto his lap. Straddling his lap, she felt his bulging cock pressed against her aching cunt. "One last fuck for the road. I have an orgy to go to. Don't want to be late for that."

"How nice, an orgy," she said, not really caring but she wanted him to be as nice as possible to her. Some of the men were cruel and hurtful. She was helpless, so had to gain their friendship if possible. "I envy you."

"Really?"

"Hmm, yes," she said, noticing April cuing the DJ to start up the music. "Well, lap dance time. You want the dance? Or do you just want to fuck me?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Do you want to go to the orgy with me?"

Ms Americana's blood surged. For a second she felt dizzy. Could he really get her out of there? Would he? There were a lot of horny men there, and April would not give up her cash cow easily. Indeed, Ms Americana was wondering if she might not spend a few years there, whoring for April.

<In a day or two I might not want to leave,> she admitted to herself. The sex was great. She loved it, despite hating to admit it even to herself. <I am such a SLUT.>

"Well?"

"Yes," she said timidly. "But I'm not sure you can get me out of here."

"Watch me," he said, and stood up. He signaled to April. "Where's her costume?"

"I have it," she said warily.

"Give it too her. I have to leave after this, so I want something special," he said. Then he indicated the middle of the room. "Clear the tables and people out of the middle of the room. I want to sit up on stage like a king or something, then have her crawl all the way up to me and beg me to fuck her. I want a BIG production, and I am willing to pay for it IF she can pull it off."

"Oh, she will pull it off," April said, a mercenary glint in her eyes. "I promise you that."

While Ms Americana put on her costume for the first time in hours, April supervised the preparations. Then Ms Americana was led over to the front door and turned around to face Homer up on stage. He grinned and nodded. She dropped to her hands and knees, and began crawling.

"No! That's not it. Sexier."

She tried again, and was stopped again. This time he jumped down and walked over to her.

"April, she doesn't know how to crawl sexily. Show her," Homer said. "I've seen you do it. It's perfect."

"Oh, thanks," April said, flattered. She dropped to all fours. "Watch this and learn, Americana."

The stripper began a slow, sensuous crawl that got everyone's attention. Even Ms Americana was mesmerized by the sight. But then Homer seized her hand and pulled her out the front door. They took off running, hand-in-hand. They were around the corner before anyone came rushing out of the titty bar. Ms Americana heard April cursing furiously.

"That was fun," Homer said. Then, he commanded, "Come with me."

"Oh great," she whispered. Another command. He led her away hand-in-hand. "Where are we going?"

"Club Depraved," he said. "I work there. There is an orgy in the VIP area tonight. I have a ticket for two, me and you, babe."

"How exciting," she said, horrified.

<It's not all bad,> she thought. Club Depraved was a BDSM club deep inside Sugar Town. Going there took her out of her way, but that was par for the night. But she'd gone to an orgy once, when she was an eighteen year old coed and exploring her sexuality. It proved to be mostly a feel her up fest. Little sex actually happened, though she did get more action that any other girl there. <I'll obey his command by going in, letting them feel me up a few times. Then first chance, I'll get away from him and get the Hell out of there. Then finish this Godforsaken task King Pimp thrust upon me.>

Though Homer was a skanky sex industry goon, as a bouncer in Sugar Town, he seemed halfway decent. And she had escaped the titty bar, at least. And, most important, she was not TAMED. Not really, she thought. Came close a couple times there, but she was still mistress of her destiny and in full control of her faculties.

<I can still come out victorious.>

It took fifteen minutes to get to Club Depraved from the titty bar. It proved further out of her way than she thought originally. That was fifteen minutes of walking through pimp and hooker infested streets, just to get back to where she was, after she departed the orgy. She wasn't sure what time it was, but it would probably be after daybreak before she reached The Palace at this rate.

Men and women in latex and leather mingled outside the club for a block in either direction. Some of the women were hookers, trying to get the men in bed after they left the club all horny. Ms Americana knew a lot about how hookers operated, but couldn't imagine what a S&M or BDSM hooker would charge. Prostitutes liked quick in and out jobs. The more jobs the more money they earned. S&M and BDSM was time consuming. Those people were not the wham bam, thank you ma'am type people that hookers liked best.

Needless to say, the on-duty bouncers were a bit nervous about Ms Americana showing up. But everyone else perked up. Since none of the patrons were scared she suspected nothing untoward happened here. It must be an honest business, even if it was a sleazy sex business. Obviously sex happened inside, otherwise Homer wouldn't have TICKETS to an orgy.

<Professionally thrown orgies, how quaint,> she thought, nose crinkled at the thought.

Homer spoke with the bouncers, then a manager, before he and Ms Americana were allowed inside. She was shocked by what she saw inside. Everywhere she looked men and women groveled on their knees before dominant men and women. The submissives were all scantily dressed, if at all. Many were on leashes and collars. And worse, there were countless pieces of "bondage furniture" situated everywhere, especially along the walls, to chain, tie or strap down men and women. Mostly women.

Ms Americana's feminist soul cried out in outrage. She so wanted to chase them all out of there, to put the fear of God in them. But she had to maintain a low profile. Well, as low a profile as a red, white and blue bikini costumed super heroine of legendary stature could maintain in such a place.

Thankfully, they only passed through a third of the downstairs, club proper. Of course, everyone stopped to gawk at her. She could tell many were arguing over if she was the real Ms Americana, or just someone dressed up like her. But she didn’t see any other women there in super heroine costumes. And she knew there were sex and BDSM clubs dedicated to super heroine themes. Mistress Tabitha owned four that Ms Americana knew about, at least.

The stairs to the second floor was guarded by another pair of leather clad bouncers. They barely gave her a glance before allowing them upstairs. Ms Americana grimaced when they reached the top.

"Great Liberty, it's worse up here," she gasped out.

"Not for the men," Homer said, chuckling.

There had to be ten women to every man, just to start. Most of the sexual activity she spotted was girl-on-girl. There were four spankings going on when she arrived, with dozens of mostly women tied up on sex racks. That didn't even count the dozens of people hogtied or otherwise bound on the floor scattered about.

"Kneel," Homer said.

Ms Americana hesitated, seeing he was reaching for a leash and collar. She swallowed hard, having been giving a command she had to obey. Dropping to her knees as most of the eyes in the room turned to regard her in some surprise, she felt her face heat up in abject humiliation. It got worse when Homer buckled the thick black leather collar around her neck, and attached the leash.

"You will call me Master."

"Yes, Master."

"You will call all men and women not obviously submissives Master or Mistress."

"Yes, Master."

Homer turned to the room at large. "Hiya, all. Looks like things are going well already," he said. He indicated his collared and leashed super heroine, kneeling at his feet. "As you can see, I have Ms Americana as my personal sex slave tonight. And it is the REAL Ms Americana, too. I don't know if she's been enchanted or otherwise forced to obey all commands given to her, but she is INCAPABLE of disobeying anyone. We're going to have a grand time exploiting that fatal flaw tonight."

"Yes!" they cried.

"Oh, Goddess," she groaned miserably. She realized she was much better off back at the titty bar where only April was controlling her.

"Good gracious alive, it can't be," a familiar, frightening voice said full of evil pleasure. She swallowed hard as she turned to stared open-mouthed at the hated pimp. "Yes, it is Ms Americana, that paladin of purity and virtue. What could she possibly be doing in a den of sex and depravity? Oh, could it be the Queen of Justice is here to get FUCKED? Fucked stupid? Fucked seven ways to Sunday? TIED UP and fucked?"

"It would appear so, M-Master," she choked out.

The pimp was Randolph Cox, called Mr. Cocks on the street. It was his "pimp" name. The pimp was six foot eight inches of muscle and attitude, who was proud of his ability to fuck spoiled white girls into being his hookers. She knew for a fact he sold the girls he was tired of to white slavers. There were NO ex-Mr. Cocks hookers out there on the streets. She never knew he was into bondage and discipline.

"I like the sound of that. Master. Say it again."

"Master."

"Again."

"Master."

"Ah, the sweetest music is the world master coming from Ms Americana's sweet red lips when she is addressing ME and Master," Mr. Cocks said, grinning viciously down at her. Then he turned to Homer and offered up a pair of leashes. One leash was to an absolutely gorgeous blonde in nothing but black thigh boots and collar, and the other to an equally gorgeous Latina in black pumps, fishnet stockings and lacy garter belt, and a collar, of course. Ms Americana recognized Gloria Sosa, twenty-one years old missing daughter of very wealthy parents. The blonde was a cheerleader of the local professional team, named Kimberly Kinds. As both Ms Americana and Brenda Wade she'd been to charity functions at schools and hospitals with Kimberly. She vanished halfway through last year's football season, now Ms Americana knew why and where. "Homer, old pal, want to trade for a while? I have issues that need to be worked out with pretty little Ms Americana here, issues best conducted with my cock deep inside her body."

"Of course, two for one, how could I refuse," he said, handing over her leash to the hated pimp. "Besides, I've had her in every orifice of her body already tonight, not to mention a sweet titty fucking session."

"Interesting," Mr. Cocks said, giving her a wicked look. "Prim and oh so proper Ms Americana getting down and dirty tonight. I like it."

Mr. Cocks tugged on Ms Americana's leash and she rose sensuously to her red booted feet. He cupped her right tit, running his thumb over her hard, erect nipple pushing through the thin fabric, then pinched it until she winced. His hand ran down her rock hard abs, down to cup her pubic mount through the thin red, white and blue satin covering her genitalia.

"Already aroused and ready to fuck, I see," he said.

He fingered her shiny gold power belt with a contemplative look. As yet, no one had tried to remove it. When she entered the titty bar earlier, it wouldn't come off if they tried. But then April took her sweet time completely debauching Ms Americana and after those first couple of climaxes, she was utterly de-powered. Her power belt could be easily removed by a child now.

"Yes, Master," she said dismally as he led her away.

Mr. Cocks paraded Ms Americana all around the room. It was a big room, easily three thousand square feet of hedonistic, depraved pleasure palace. The room was packed with people, too. And everyone seemed to understand the significance of the notorious pimp leading the helpless heroine around on leash and collar.

Finally, he took her to a raised días in the center of the room. A silver piece of sex furniture stood there, with a tiny black leather seat. The pimp slowly removed her bikini bottoms, then her top. Ms Americana was ordered into the sex device. Mr. Cocks strapped her in spread-eagle. Everyone, dominant and submissive alike, was watching with bated breath. Their eyes shone with wicked, depraved lust and anticipation.

"I've wanted to do this a LONG time," Mr. Cocks said, locking eyes with her as he pulled out his ten inch cock. Her full red lips parted ever so slightly as he moved closer, but she never lost eye contact with him. She let out a tiny gasp when the head of his dick touched her hypersensitive nether lips. "This is going to feel so great."

"Oh," she panted as he penetrated her most intimate organ. "Please, mercy."

"No mercy, Ameri-cunt," Mr. Cocks said, pushing slowly into her, savoring every second and every inch of his long initial penetration. Her eyes closed and her back arched. Ms Americana's bound hands clutched at empty air desperately. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"Great Liberty!"

With his cock fully sheathed in her hot, pulsating pussy, Mr. Cocks began to roughly fondle her titanic titties. She tensed up, but tried to ignore him. But she couldn't ignore the tingling heat quickly building up in her statuesque body. She was already panting, fighting the urge, the base need, to grind her pussy into his crotch and milk his cock out of every ounce of pleasure possible.

<I cannot give pleasure to a filthy pimp!> she silently declared. <If I do, I DESERVED to be debased and defiled like this. I will be no better than a filthy, skanky street whore.> She suddenly glared balefully up at Mr. Cocks. <I will prevail this time. Ms Americana stops submitting HERE.>

But to do that, and not lose the wager with King Pimp, she had to think fast and be clever. She had to outwit the outlaws and miscreants that only wanted to drag her down into their gutter of depravity. Well, being strapped into a FUCK-ME chair proved she was at least hip deep in debauchery. But once she was released from that chair, unfortunately after Mr. Cocks had his little victory fuck, she would figure a way out of there and out of Sugar Town forthwith.

Then Mr. Cocks did the unexpected.

"Gimme a big, wet kiss, Ms Ameri-sex slave," he said, leaning down toward her face.

"Oh, wait, Master, I…I…Mmmmmm," she said, unable to stop him.

His kiss was hard and demanding. The kiss of a master dominating his slave. His hands massaging her tits, pinching her nipples, and his lips slid sensuously over hers, tongues tangoing, Ms Americana made a tiny squeaking noise and then moaned sensuously low in her throat. Then he finally started pumping his huge cock in and out, pounding her hard and demanding.

Dominating her utterly and completely.

Ms Americana's treacherous body responding immediately and splendidly. Responded as her master wanted. Mr. Cocks was playing her body and libido like a fine instrument. She already knew she would cum when and as often as HE wanted.

<Of course, he's a pimp. He has lots of experience fucking women into submission. Experience dominating women, so they will gladly whore themselves for him,> she thought dismally. Her body was quickly building to climax. Every climax came quicker and more powerful as the evening continued. <Sweet Goddess, don't let this pimp be the one that tames me.>

Ms Americana strained against her leather bonds. She was held fast.

"Mmmm," she groaned into his never-ending kiss. She so wanted to fight him, to hurl insults at him, but it was all feeling so good. So terribly, terribly good. Then he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her so tight. "Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Mr. Cocks released her lips and grinned evilly at her. "Like that, huh? Tell me you love me."

A chill tickled its way down her spine at his command. She was too vulnerable to play such dangerous head games. But she had to obey, or Lydia was doomed.

"I love you, Master," she said and gasped when her body responded profoundly.

The sexy super heroine's body trembled violently for a long moment, pleasing Mr. Cocks immensely. She looked up into his triumphant eyes with big blue eyes wide in astonishment.

"Again."

His command was an emotional gut punch, leaving her gasping and so utterly weak.

"I love you, Master."

Her blood surged. She never felt so afire, so alive, even when being gang-banged earlier. Ms Americana could barely breathe. And the stacked super heroine felt herself at the brink of a mind numbing climax.

"Again."

That did it.

"I love…uuuggh…I love YOU!" And that super orgasm hit her like a brick between the eyes.. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty!" she cried, and felt another coming, "Nooo-ooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love you! I love you, Master!"

"I own you."

"Yes! You own me, Master!" Ms Americana cried. That realization of that truth was horrifying, terrifying and THRILLING. She, Ms Americana, was owned heart and soul by a filthy pimp. Like some scared and frightened farm girl fresh in the city, that pimp conquered her heart. "Oh, Goddess, he owns me!"

The room exploded in cheers and applause. Everyone was happy, even the Queen of Justice. Especially when seconds later he flooded her pussy with creamy cum, pulling out in time to fountain another two spurts up across her quivering belly and jostling tits.

"I love you, Master. I love you so much," she whispered, exhausted.

But the notorious pimp wasn't through with her yet. His shoved his sticky wet cock straight up her butt hole. Ms Americana's reaction was immediate and profound.

"Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!"

The pain completely wiped out all brain function for a long moment. Her magnificent body lifted up out of the seat, straining in vain against her tight bonds, and held there. If felt like he ripped her in half. She truly thought she was going to die right then and there. Mr. Cocks laughed as he hammered her ass until he was completely inside the stunning super heroine, and having his way in every way.

"Oh, Master, I think you seriously hurt me," she gasped.

"I can only hope," he said. And laughed. "But you're fine. If I ruptured anything there would be blood. So I just stretched you out. Get used to it, bitch. I love to butt fuck my bitches."

"Great Liberty! I never felt pain like that," she said, the pain slowly transforming into intense pleasure. "Now it hurts good."

"Ha-ha! I knew you were a submissive-masochist at heart," he said.

"Oh, Goddess, he's pushing me over the top again!" she cried, suddenly feeling another climax going over the brink. It hit her fast. She had no time to prepare herself emotionally, mentally or physically. It was devastating. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

"Yes!" he cried, shooting another wad deep inside her. "This is the sweetest victory of them all."

Mr. Cocks quickly released both of her wrists. Then he grabbed her lustrous black hair and yanked her off the seat. Unfortunately, her ankles were still bound tightly, so she found herself held up by her hair, at his waist level. The pimp's huge, sticky, slimy cock was poking her in the face.

"Lick me clean, Americana."

"Yes, Master."

The desperate Queen of Justice clutched at his waist to keep from falling on her face and relieving some of the strain on her scalp. She opened wide, and gobbled him right down. Sucking, she got most of the cum and pussy juices off, then she started licking his dick up one side and down the other, and finally finished up by licking and sucking his truly massive balls clean.

Only then did he motion for a blonde to come up and release her ankles.

"Oh, thank you, Master," Ms Americana said, rubbing at her aching ankles. "I thought they might break for a moment there."

"Domina Dorothea will take you away now, Ms Americana," Mr. Cocks said smugly. "When this night is over, I command you to come to me. You will become my top girl on the street. And I will fuck you like this every night."

"Yes, Master. I will come back to you," she said, horrified the words came out so naturally. She knew she intended to do just that, too. "You own me now."

Domina Dorothea was a tall blonde with big silicone tits to match her own, natural tits. 44DDs sheathed in tight, shiny black latex bustier, red laces and straps all over keeping it tight. Latex pants vanished into patent leather thigh boots that laced up the front with red laces. Her arms were sheathed in latex opera gloves, with silver bangles clinking on both wrists. She finished out her outfit with a black leather dog collar and riding whip.

"Having fun, Ms Americana?" Domina Dorothea said, smirking.

"Yes, Mistress," she said, and was surprised by her answer. Was she having fun?

"Good girl," the dominatrix purred prettily. She moved her left spike-heeled foot forward and pointed at it with the riding crop. "Kiss my boot."

"Yes, Mistress," she said, suddenly realizing everyone was watching her. Were they watching while Mr. Cocks broke her? Did everyone know she submitted to him, utterly and completely? <No one can say my ultimate humiliation wasn't well witnessed and documented,> she thought, also recalling how April video taped her gang-bang and debasement at the titty bar. But outwardly she nodded docilely and dropped to all fours. Then as she slowly moved her pursed lips toward the boot, "Anything you want, Mistress."

Ms Americana went above and beyond. She led with her hot, wet tongue, and pressed her full red lips hard into the unyielding leather in a lingering open mouth kiss that took the breath away from her audience.

"Definitely a born submissive at heart," Domina Dorothea said, grinning at Mr. Cocks. "She will work very hard for you, and make you rich."

"I know," he said.

Domina Dorothea had Ms Americana don her costume again. Then she led her by the leash to a couch. It looked like a smallish Victorian era couch. Not very comfortable. She was ordered to sit in the middle of it. Then the latex sheathed dominatrix spread her booted feet wide, knees bent at forty-five degree angles, shackling them to either end of the couch. Then her arms were pulled up and back, then hooked over the back and locked into manacles fastened to the floor back there.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful, sexy and exciting," Domina Dorothea said.

"Oh, shit," she whispered as men and women began to gather. "Does my master know what you are planning?"

"What makes you think he cares?"

"Oh."

Domina Dorothea turned to regard the eager hopefuls surrounding them in a semi-circle. Surprisingly, they were mostly women. But the women vastly outnumbered men in the club, so it wasn't a big surprise. Then she pointed at a Hispanic submissive, male, with a really thick dick.

"You, eat her out," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, bowing repeatedly as he crawled up between Ms Americana's wide spread and bound legs. His dark eyes rose up to meet Ms Americana's baby blues for a brief second, all full of wicked glee. Then he reached out and pushed her bikini bottoms aside, quickly spread her wet and slippery pussy lips with his thumbs and lowered his face. He lapped at her slit a long moment, then began sucking on those swollen lips. "Mmmm, uuummmm."

"Oh my….uuugghh," she groaned, surprised how fast her body was responding. Mr. Cocks had her super warmed up for sexual use and abuse. "I can't take much more of this. Mercy!"

"No mercy," Domina Dorothea snapped, and cracked the riding crop across Ms Americana's left thigh. "Silence!"

Then the Dominatrix pointed at a gorgeous redhead. Ms Americana recognized her as one of the new young lawyers she'd hired at Wade Industries -- Tandi Everhart. Harvard grad, too. Top of her class. She was shocked. "Go behind the couch, lean over and play with her tits."

"Yes, Mistress!"

The redhead squealed with delight, clapped her hands and raced round the couch. She was only wearing blue garter belt, lacy stockings and black stiletto pumps. Seconds later, she leaned over and unsnapped Ms Americana's top, letting her legendary 44DDs spill out, bouncing before everyone's spellbound eyes. Then a perfectly manicured hand cupped the right tit, lifted it high enough for her to wrap her full red lips around the engorged and sensitive nipple.

"Oooohhhhh," Ms Americana breathed, eyes half closed and head rolling back. She felt Tandi's other hand start to play with her left tit and nipple. "Great Liberty, this is more than even a superior woman like me can handle."

"Good," Domina Dorothea said. "Let's pile it on some more." She looked through the eager crowd until she found what she was looking for. A blonde even more beautiful than the redhead. The blonde was only wearing a pair of red patent leather thigh boots that matched her lips perfectly. "You, Lindsay, go around behind the delectable Queen of Jugs and teach her the joys of lesbian smooching."

"Ooo, goodie," Lindsay cried, hopping up and down, jiggling her 36Ds wonderfully.

Lindsay quickly joined the redhead behind the couch. Ms Americana licked her full red lips as she watched the eager twenty year old beauty lean over her. Lindsay took her face gently in both hands, then kissed her just as gently. Then she nuzzled Ms Americana's beautiful face, before both of their lips parted and joined, in a deep, deep French kiss that lasted forever.

"Mmmmmm," both groaned low and sensuously as their lips slipped over each other, tongues teasing and playing delightfully. "Uuuugggmmmmm."

That was it. Ms Americana lost it yet again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" she cried into Lindsay's eager mouth.

The submissive man eating her out took her over the top four more times before Domina Dorothea ordered him to mount her, and for Lindsay and Tandi to switch. To her surprise and delight, Tandi was an even better kisser than Lindsay, and more enthusiastic, too.

The Hispanic man quickly mounted her. She'd been fucked so many times that night he had no resistance to slow him down. Once he began humping her with authority, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You're the real Americana, right?"

"Uh-hmm," she groaned, slightly nodding. "Mmmmmm."

"Excellent," he said. "I'm fucking Ms Fucking Americana!"

People cheered and applauded.

The defeated and humiliated heroine felt a deep blush wash over her face. At the same time her nipples seemed to harden slightly, become more sensitive, it that was possible, and that liquid heat burning her soul turned into that heady mad rush to climax.

<Great Liberty, humiliation excites me! Arouses me past the brink!>

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggg!" she screamed into Tandi's mouth, then broke free of the kiss and climaxed again. "Great Liberty, I can't stop cumming! Eeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee! Oh Goddess, I am weak!"

Tandi pushed her hot, wet tongue into Ms Americana's ear.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" she cried. "I am such a whooorrreee! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

Domina Dorothea supervised Ms Americana's ultimate debasement for the rest of the night. The exhausted, trembling super heroine was uncuffed, and moved. Next, she was bent over backwards on a padded bench, with her arms and legs spread wide and tied in place. At that time they began coming at her from front and back.

After two hours of taking it up the ass, pussy and down the throat, she puked up cum and they untied her. Then the dominatrix led her to yet another wicked bondage device. And then another, and another. Until the night was over, and everyone had left.

"I'm through with you, slave," Domina Dorothea said with supreme smugness. "It was good to watch you PROVE I was right, after all. You were always just a suppressed submissive whore in denial. Now you've seen the light, and have to live with that FACT. I love it!"

With that, Domina Dorothea turned on a six inch stiletto and strutted away in abject joy. Ms Americana knelt on the hard floor, dripping cum off her back, ass, tits and belly. Cum dribbled from her cunt and sphincter.

"Great Liberty, what have they done to me?"

The sexually soiled super heroine took a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly. It took many such breaths, and ten minutes, before she got her heart rate back down to normal. Then she slowly dragged her weary body to her feet and started looking for Mr. Cocks. Looking for her master. The PIMP that owned her now.

"He's not here," she said after three complete circuits of the floor. She even checked the private rooms. So after putting her costume back on, she went downstairs, to the main club. It was empty as well, except for the team of middle-aged cleaning women scrubbing everything down. She found a damp clothe and began to clean the cum off her body and clothes as she shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe he left without me. Doesn't he want me?"

Ms Americana stumbled as she headed for the door and fell hard to her knees. The intense pain helped to clear her sex and exhaustion besotted mind.

"It's the Goddess's mercy manifest! She has saved me, so I can save Lydia!"

Suddenly feeling worthy again, the resilient super heroine pulled herself together and marched out the front door of the BDSM club. It was full daylight. Late morning, at least. She squinted at the hustle and bustle around her. The street was busy with bumper to bumper traffic, while the sidewalks were filled with hookers and johns circling each other in that dance of debauchery.

Most red light districts were afternoon to the wee hours. But parts of Sugar Town the streetwalkers were round the clock. Most of the whore houses also were 24-hour service.

"There is no time limit," she said, grinning. "That was King Pimp's mistake. A mistake I will exploit just as thoroughly as Domina Dorothea and her dastardly slaves exploited me last night."

Ms Americana realized she was getting way to much attention. Remembering how the first hookers she encountered demeaned and exploited her, she felt she had to get away. She had to find another way to get out of Sugar Town than walking down hooker infested streets.

"The alleys!" she said, and raced over and into the alley beside the club.

Compared to the streets, the alley was cool and dark. She breathed a sigh of relief as she marched down the alley, heading for her encounter with King Pimp. <After what I went through last night, he had better not try to cheat me. And if one hair on Flag Girl's head was touched, I will…>

"Hey, sweetie!" a wino called, sprawled out against the wall.

Her eyes grew wide, seeing a baker's dozen winos of every race in that alley, all sitting, laying or otherwise gathered in small groups.

"I can't pay, but how about a blow job anyway?" he said, gracing her with a gap-toothed smile. "I'm a vet, after all. Give it up for protecting your skanky ass, babe."

The others laughed. Ms Americana didn't. She'd been given a command. A command she had to obey.

"Yes, Mas….yes, sir," she said, and walked over to him reluctantly, with distaste spread across her beautiful masked face. "One BJ for the vet, then I have to leave. Really."

He just gawked up at her. She knew he never expected her to actually give him the asked for blow job. But she was compelled by King Pimp. She had no choice.

<I cannot beat a lie detector,> she thought. <Especially not in my weakened state.>

The wino was an elderly white man. She couldn't tell through all the filth if he was fifty or eighty. Her sensitive nose smelled his rancid stink ten feet away. So Ms Americana gritted her teeth and pressed on, walking up to stand before him. Towering over him.

"Its way better if you just let it come naturally, instead of trying to hold off for a long time," she said as she dropped to her knees and reached for his bulging crotch. "I Promise."

The filthy bum just continued to gawk at her dumbly as she unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. It wasn't particularly big, even after she gave it a firm squeeze and tentative lick. Of course, after that lick it was fully erect and rock hard.

"Uugg! Wash your dick sometimes! This is the most disgusting….ugh," she said, gagging. She took a deep breath, held it and went back in. It took her five minutes to suck and lick off the nasty taste, and he creamed her tongue seconds later.

"Oooohhhh, yes," he groaned.

"I'm a veteran, too, Ms Americana," an equally filthy black man said. He was younger than the first wino, but not young by any measure, and already had his long cock out. "Suck me off, too."

Ms Americana looked around, horrified to see all the winos climbing to their feet and heading her way. She would be there a while.

"I suppose everyone here is a veteran?" They all nodded eagerly, many cupping their crotches as they stared hungrily at her tits. So she reached between her monster mammaries, and released them. The more excited they were, the faster they would cum. She hoped. "Okay, I don't have time to suck off each and every one of you, one at a time. It might take hours." She gave them a dark, narrow eyed look, her mind whirling furiously. There was only one way to do it. Take control. "This is how we're going to do this. You," she said, pointing at the black man now holding his engorged cock hopefully, "Lay down in front of me." She pointed at a Hispanic bum, "I want you to wait for me to mount him, then come up behind me and take me up the butt. Okay? Good." Then she pointed at an Asian wino. "Then I'll suck you off while they are fucking me. And when they're through, I'll take on the next three, and the next three."

Ms Americana figured she could fuck them all in thirty minutes and be on her way. Three at a time would go a lot faster. Club Depraved taught her how to do it.

"Wahoo!" the black man called and laid down where indicated.

Ms Americana stood up and then slid the bikini bottoms down around her boots. She stepped out of the bottoms and promptly straddled the black bum, then dropped to her knees.

"You ready for the best sex ever?" she asked teasingly, bouncing her own 44DDs before his wide eyes. "Ready or not, here we all CUM."

Ms Americana took his cock in hand, and pressed it to her pussy. She moved forward, and impaled herself on that huge cock. If felt good. It felt RIGHT.

<I am such a raging whore.>

The stunning Queen of Justice bounced up and down on that cock, until she was firmly mounted. Then she looked over her shoulder and smiled sultrily. Slapping her ass, she said, "Mount up, Cowboy. Ride me until the cows come home."

She helped the bum mount her while the man beneath her started thrust up inside her, over and over. If felt heavenly. How did she live without sex prior to this? And once the Hispanic man was mounted and humping her butt merrily, she turned to the Asian bum and licked full red lips while giving him a simmering, come hither look.

"Ready for some hot head? Them come to momma, baby," she purred.

Ms Americana justified her sexy "pillow talk" to her very real need to get them hot and horny, so horny they shot their loads fast. The faster the better. So when he hurried over giggling, she smiled with real pleasure, sure she would get the job done in record time.

"Good boy, lover," she said, taking him in hand and wrapping her newly trained, full red lips around his dick head right away.

Ms Americana proceeded to blow his mind with the best head he ever dreamed of having. It was so intense, he shot his wad in less than a minute and a scroungy redhead took his place. He proved more difficult to get off.

"Come on, baby, cum for momma," she begged the redhead. Then the Hispanic man finally filled her poop shoot, and pulled out, to be replaced by another Hispanic man, but one with a huge cock. And he rammed it in with gusto. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee! Easy boys! I'm just a girl!"

"But you're a super heroine, so you can take a beaten and keep on LICKING," redhead said. He seized huge hands full of silky soft hair and forced her way down his rod, completely filling her mouth and killing any response.

She couldn't believe it. Even homeless winos were treating her like dirt. Treating her like a two-bit crack whore. Then it occurred to her that even THEY recognize a nature born whore. They instinctively recognized her for what she was, deep inside.

<Maybe not so deep inside,> she thought, sucking the Hell out of that cock and loving it.

She started rocking back and forth, forward and backward, over and over. That motion was the best for sliding up and down the cock of the man beneath her, AND the man behind. At the same time, her man hungry mouth was doing the same on the redheaded bum.

It didn't take much of that before she was white hot inside. She savored the feel of three men inside her at once. It didn't get any better than that.

<I've never felt so content,> she admitted, finally. <Gratuitous sex becomes me.>

The big black man below her was a slave to her motion, mostly. He didn't have a lot of room to play with, so needed her to move for long strokes. The man on her rump was another matter. He began hammering her hard very quickly, and brought them both to climax together.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Then red juiced her mouth with the mother lode.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

And then, the black man exploded deep inside her. Sending her over the top again.

"Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooohhhhhhh!"

For several minutes Ms Americana just knelt there on all fours, slurping cum and enjoying the way her ass and pussy quivered and quaked around the other two cocks inside her. She didn't want it to end, but reality interrupted her life, and they all started pulling out of her.

"Aaawwww," she groaned, suddenly feeling all alone sitting on the dirty pavement. "Four down, and five to go." She said after a moment. The sexy super heroine gave the remaining hopefuls a sultry look. "You two want me to lick you clean before I continue with your friends?"

Of course they did. In seconds two sticky cocks were thrust in her face. She laughed and took both in hand, and started alternating licking, kissing and sucking on them both, and even rubbed the cocks all over her beautiful masked face a number of times. After a few minutes both dicks were far cleaner than they were before she entered that alley, including their balls.

"Next!" she called, and laughed.

Except for the first wino, the Queen of Justice had taken care of mostly the younger bums. Well, none of them were that young, but now the oldest, grimiest bums remained. The next man to step up to the kneeling super heroine was even older looking than the first man, whose head was so bald and white she thought of a que ball. He eagerly whipped out his cock for her approval and lips. It was so hard it had turned purple.

"Ugh," she cried, rocking back on her legs. "Stinky. No BJ for you. We can fuck."

Ms Americana rolled to her back and the bum knelt between her knees. He immediately attached her jiggling white melons with gusto, so she was forced to allow him to have his way with her body for a good ten minutes or more. Then the statuesque super heroine managed to guide him into her cunt, and let him go to town down there as well. He did not let up sucking, nuzzling and fondling her tits. Then a tall, skinny black guy knelt behind her, pulled her head way back and pushed his ten inch cock half down her throat. She estimated both men were over seventy, but still virile enough to fuck the bejesus out of her.

"MMmmmmmm," she groaned sensuously.

"Look how much she's enjoying this," the man fucking her pussy said.

"Mmmmmm," she agreed.

"I may have to start saving some of my social security to pay for this whore sometimes," the black man said with a strained voice, pounding her hot, eager mouth with wild abandon.

The only things bigger than the black bum's cock were his balls. And those balls bounced off her face every time he thrust into her mouth. It took less than a minute for them to bring her to climax. The two men took longer, pulling another three climaxes out of her before they were spent and pulled out.

The next guy wanted anal, and got it. She, of course, couldn't say no. And the last two wanted blow jobs. Got really mind blowing BJs too. The whole session took over an hour, but she was well pleased with herself as the super heroine staggered out of that alley. Well, not completely happy.

"Great Liberty, I'll never get the taste out of my mouth, or their stench out of my mind," she grumbled. Glancing up at the sun, she realized it was about noon now. "This has not been a good day."

# # #

"Oh, baby," Flag Girl squealed in delight. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The black masked cat burglar started hammering her butt hole. Meanwhile, the French Maid redoubled her efforts on her clit. From the corner of her eye, she saw both cameras zoom in. Her stunning teenage body was afire, as it had been almost constantly since they started filming this porno five hours earlier. Sara Amanda was the French maid, and the director.

Flag Girl was a porn star in the making. She already had a dozen porn videos on the internet that Sara said were selling like hotcakes, both as Flag Girl and Lydia Wills. One was of her live unmasking and public revealing.

Her true identity known, there was no reason for her to resist any more. They owned her. The sexy sidekick accepted her new life as hooker/porn actress/sex toy many hours earlier. There was nothing she could do but lay back and enjoy it.

For the thousandth time, she wondered where Ms Americana was. Did some sexual deviant tame her and put her to work on the street? Was she working a brothel even now? Or did she just cut her losses (Flag Girl) and go home?

<I hope she was tamed and put to work hooking,> Flag Girl thought. <She's a bigger suppressed whore than me. I can see that now. She deserves sexual satisfaction like this.>

# # #

Ms Americana was thrilled. The early morning citizens of Sugar Time weren't as aggressive and abusive towards her. They slinked away when she approached, and not a one called out a challenge, or worse, a sexually explicit request. She was halfway to King Pimp's brothel, The Palace, and making excellent time.

"Wow! Hello, Sunshine!" a scrawny little man called as he stepped out the door of a photography studio. The place was Phil's Glamour Studio, a place hookers, strippers and other poor aspiring "actresses" went to get head shots and other photos for their portfolios. That was Phil. "What you doing up so early, Ms A? Or is it, up late?"

"Late, Phil," she said. "No time to talk. Bye."

"Aw, come on, Americana. Give a working stiff a break. Pose for me."

Ms Americana stopped in her tracks. She shook her head woefully, since it had been going so well for once. She'd thought she'd have Flag Girl within the hour. That was now delayed.

"Okay, Phil. I'll pose for you this one time."

"Yes! I knew you'd break down and agree if I pestered you long enough," Phil said, eyes shining. "Come on inside."

Ms Americana gnawed on her lower lip, worried this could easily digress into something bad. Phil was a notorious lecher and whoremonger. He might ask to do more than mere glamour shots. And she would be forced to agree.

Inside, she found one other person. A gorgeous Latina babe named Mona. Mona was hair and makeup. She touched up Ms Americana's face and hair, and led her to the photo studio in back. Of course, Phil had a boudoir scene set up and waiting for her.

"Nice," she said sarcastically. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Sweetheart, with those big baby blue bedroom eyes, you were born to pose in bedroom scenes," Phil said, positioning her next to the bed, in a classic super heroine pose. One hand "accidentally" brushed her left tit. "Remember, doll, you are a tigress! Own your sexuality. Own the camera."

He started taking pictures. Phil showered her with sexually charged praise as he moved around, flashing picture after picture of her luscious body and face. Within a few minutes she got into it as well, striking sultry pose after sultry, steamy pose.

"Lose the top," he said casually.

Ms Americana felt the tension in the room supercharge. Both Phil and Mona looked nervous, despite trying to act nonchalant. Ms Americana felt her blood boil. She KNEW that oversexed dog would to this to her. Everyone wanted to degrade and defile Ms Americana.

The Queen of Justice felt a slight tremor in her hands as she slowly reached up and unsnapped the legendary bikini top of her costume. She held the cups in place with both hands while Phil eagerly continued to take pictures and Mona gawked at her, clearly aroused now. Then she slowly pulled the cups apart, giving Phil incredible shots of the action, and then those puppies spilled out.

"Oh," Mona groaned as her tits jounced sexily before Phil's madly snapping camera.

It was all poor Mona could do to keep up with Phil, since she was in charge of ensuring a loaded camera was always ready. Phil was using four cameras to shoot her.

Phil spent five minutes taking pictures of Ms Americana topless, doing a LOT of close ups of her tits and now erect nipples. She was moved atop the bed on all fours for another ten minutes of action shots. Then she did fifteen minutes of writhing on the bed.

"Okay, Ms A, my love tigress, take off your bottoms," Phil said. "Make it slow and sexy too."

"Yes, Master," she said without thought.

She actually ended up removing her bottoms five times, so Phil could shoot it from all angles and get really tight shots of her glistening pussy while she did it. Then it was three hours of Ms Americana in bed, masturbating, fingering her pussy and ass hole, licking her own nipples. Then he brought out the sex toys, and she spent another two hours fucking herself with dildos and such, all the while Phil snapped away, taking thousands and thousands of pictures of her. Whenever she climaxed, and she climaxed a lot, his picture taking quadrupled. The man could snap pictures with machine gun intensity to capture arousing "action" shots.

"Mona, strip down to your high heels and join Ms A in bed," Phil said, confident now that Ms Americana would not refuse him anything.

The luscious Latina didn't hesitate. She stripped off her white bustier top and red leather skirt in a heartbeat. Ms Americana rose up on her knees on the edge of the bed and opened her arms wide to receive the dark beauty. Mona gave a well photographed sultry strut over to the waiting super heroine and they embraced on a titty squishing hug and deep, lingering lipstick kiss that left a burning impression on the sultry super heroine.

"Wow," Ms Americana breathed.

"Kiss again," Phil said. "I need more pictures. Lead in with the tongue....yes, like that. Hold it!" Click, click, click for several minutes, different angles. "Okay, go."

"Mmmm," the women groaned.

Within seconds Ms Americana found herself on her back, with Mona straddling her. The lovely Latina took her time kissing her way down Ms Americana's face and neck, but then had a long field day playing with her titanic tits. She quickly brought the oversexed super heroine to climax just by lick, kissing, caressing and otherwise fondling her admittedly spectacular tits. And she did it twice.

"Do it again, Mistress," Ms Americana moaned. She was totally lost in that lesbian love fest. All of it was being caught on film, if not audio. "And again, and again, and again."

Soon Ms Americana found herself at the bottom of a rousing 69 session. Mona spread her engorged pussy lips and began to work her over expertly. Ms Americana, not to be outdone, reached up and squeezed the Latina's firm round ass cheeks, and then lifted her mouth to her moist twat. The Mexican-American beauty hadn't bothered with bikini waxing, much less shaving. She was one bushy broad, and Ms Americana kinda liked it.

"Mmmmmm, cleanest pussy I've licked in ages," Ms Americana said, and laughed. "Momma like."

"But yours is nasty sloppy," Mona said. "We're not the first to fuck you, are we?"

"No, I've been getting it from all sides all night," Ms Americana confessed. "I can't even begin to count all of the men and women that have had me since it started late last night."

"I believe it. You taste like cum," she said. "And you're leaking cum, too."

"Then clean me up nice, bitch," Ms Americana said, and slapped the Latina on her sweet ass.

And Mona did just that. It didn't take oh so talented Mona more than three minutes to bring the Queen of Justice to climax. Two minutes later, Mona screamed her pleasure. Phil could barely stand it. His hard-on was beyond painful. But he soldiered on, taking endless pictures, some extremely close up. In some pictures he could see Mona's pussy juices dripping down from the corners of Ms Americana's sweet mouth as she ate the Latina out with relish.

"I knew a ball-busting feminist like you was a lesbian," Phil said at one point.

"Nope," Ms Americana said, pausing to grin wickedly at the photographer. "I learned last night beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am bisexual. Jump in bed with us and I'll prove it."

"Mona! Take the camera and get this on film," Phil said, suddenly starting to strip out of his clothes.

Like Mona before him, Phil was met by Ms Americana on her knees at the edge of the bed. She immediately seized his erect cock and gave it a firm squeeze.

"You realize, of course, I am about to ruin you for all other women," she said, smiling confidently. Then she lowered her lips to his cock and sucked him in. "Mmmm. Tasty."

With Mona clicking away, near and far, from all angles, Ms Americana rubbed Phil's cock all over her masked face, then gave the head a deep, open-mouth kiss that Mona had her do five times to get all the appropriate pictures. Then she rolled her lusty tongue around that head, and started licking him down one side and up the other. She even spent ten minutes licking and sucking on his extremely hairy balls. Then she deep throated him until he shot his seed into her mouth, ballooning out her cheeks.

"Money shot! Get this money shot!" he cried, pulling out of her mouth and jacking off in her face. Milky cum spurted in fits, to be left dripping slowly off her nose, across her smooth cheeks, sharply contrasted on her full red lips. One glob even hit her above the left eye, to leave a thick rope of cum above her baby blue eye. But the best, in Phil's mind, was the thick rope of cum that drooped between the end of his dick and her prettily parted lips. "That is the ultimate money shot, baby!"

The debauched Queen of Justice smiled wantonly and proceeded to lap up all that tasty cum. She ate it like a starving woman. Nothing tasted sweeter than man cum to her mind and mouth now. It pushed her over the top again.

"Aaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooowwwwwwwwwwww! So sweet," she groaned, making sure she scooped off all the cum on her face and then sucking noisily on her fingers.

"Mother of God, she's insatiable, Phil," Mona said, grinning with fire in her beautiful dark eyes.

"Yes, she will have to call herself Ms Insatiable now," Phil laughed.

"I likey," Ms Americana purred. She rolled to her back and spread her knees wide. Reaching between her legs with one red gloved hand, she spread her sex open wide and started to pull on her hard nipples with the other hand. "Now shut up and fuck me."

Phil was instantly hard again. This was his sweetest dream come true. Ms Americana was ready, willing and demanding he have sex with her.

Mona spent the next hour photographing Phil fucking Ms Americana in every position they could image. Then they swapped out and Mona jumped back in bed with dildos and a strap-on for another two hours.

"Sorry, Ms Insatiable, but you wore us both out," Phil said, sitting and grinning at her.

"Oh, poo," she said, pouting prettily.

"But, could you sign this first?" he said, placing a piece of paper on the table.

"Okay," she said, and promptly signed it without reading it. He leapt out of his chair and cried out with joy when she finished. Then he snatched it up and headed for the door. "Heh, Phil, what did I sign?"

"The release for all those pictures we took," he said, overjoyed and giddy. "I can legally SELL them for a fucking fortune!"

With that, he was gone.

Mona looked at the stunned super heroine and shrugged, but was grinning too.

"You signed it," she said. "Be prepared. He will put them up for auction tonight, and your pictures will be in the magazines, papers and internet by morning."

Ms Americana thought about it a moment. "He's not the first. I had sex on video last night. I'm sure that is already spreading across the internet like wildfire."

"Oh my God, you have been busy."

"Very," she said, and started to dress.

Together, the two women cleaned themselves up. Even Mona had sex with Phil at times, and got some of the cum on Ms Americana rubbed off on her at other times. But they had to settle for a sponge bath, or Hooker bath, as Mona put it.

That comment made Ms Americana remember Mr. Cocks. Why didn't he stay to claim her? Didn't he want her to be his girlfriend/whore? But she shook her head to clear that though, because she remembered WHY she submitted to all those men and women over the past twenty hours.

Flag Girl. Her beloved ward, Lydia, needed her to save her.

"Gotta go," Ms Americana said, striding out of the studio into the neon lit street. "Great Liberty, it was midday when I went in, and night when I came out. How long was I in there?"

"Heh, babe, how much for a date?" a rather handsome thirtysomething man called as he pulled up in a Corvette convertible.

Ms Americana looked to the left. She could see the central tower of The Palace, her ultimate goal. But he wanted to hire her. She had to submit, or risk loosing Lydia to the evil pimp.

"Fifty dollars," she said.

He smiled as he looked her over lustily. Then he froze, looked harder and screwed up his face in distaste. "Ugh, skank! You have cum dripping down your leg, whore. Take a bath sometimes."

And with that, he drove off.

Three hookers in thigh boots and hot pants walked by, and broke up laughing. She watched him leave in horror, and made worse by the laughing prostitutes.

"I-I've been….um…busy," Ms Americana said, head dropping as she walked away. As she walked, she reached down and wiped off the offending drip.

"Girlfriend, come here," a black hooker said.

She led Ms Americana into an alley and proceeded to teach her how to expend all that excess cum. Normally, she would do it over a toilet, but at the time the cold concrete accepted the indignity well.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm, uh, new at this. I don't know how to thank you."

The hooker looked her over closely and frowned.

"You can thank me by working on a different street than me," she said. "I can't complete with that body."

"No problem. I'm out of here," Ms Americana said, and strode off confidently. Back on the street, she turned toward The Palace. "Now time to rescue Flag Girl."

It took another seven hours to get to The Palace. The exhausted Queen of Justice had been forced to turn trick after trick en route. Men just wouldn't stop propositioning her. She rarely got more than a dozen steps out of the hooker hotel before being propositioned again, and again and again. At one point there were five men waiting outside her room for their turn. But sometime after five in the morning she walked out to find the streets empty.

Finally.

Ms Americana had fifteen hundred and fifty dollars stuffed down her boots for King Pimp. It would be so humiliating giving him the PIMP money she earned for him. He would make sure everyone knew about that, too. Though, strangely, she was rather proud to know she earned so much on her first day, and most of the earnings during the last half of the night. It made her wonder just how much cash she could earn in a work day, or work night.

"This night has ruined me," she said dismally, finally seeing the entrance to that infamous brothel before her, just a block away. "I am destroyed. My pristine reputation ruined. We'll have to hang up our masks and costumes after tonight, or at least I will. Maybe Lady Midnight will mentor Flag Girl."

She considered that a moment. Without the necessity of being chaste to fuel her power belt, she could enjoy a healthy sex life. There was a lot of appeal to that, after the previous two nights and a day. Of course, the very real threat of turning into a raving nympho slut scared her. Once started, she might not be able to control her raging needs and desires.

"Oh, baby," a sexy feminine voice said behind her. "That sweet round hiney is BEGGING to be spanked."

Ms Americana's heart leapt into her throat as he head whipped around, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Before her stood a drop dead gorgeous brunette in full dominatrix leather and seven inch platform spiked heels, on a 3 inch platform. Even in the platforms, Ms Americana towered over the five foot nothing beauty.

"Awful petite for a domme, aren't you?" she said, without thinking.

Her laughter was musical and tugged at the warrior woman's battered heart.

"I know, right?" she said, big sapphire blues eyes atwinkle with delight. "I'm Princess Petite, Professional dominatrix extraordinaire. And I would LOVE to dominate and spank you, darling."

Ms Americana hesitated. It wasn't a command. Or a request for sexual services. Not exactly. So she could turn her down.

"Sorry, I'm not really into that," Ms Americana said.

"Wait, are you the real Ms Americana?"

"Yes."

"Not a hooker dress like her?"

"No. It's really me. Honest."

"Wow, I've never met a real live super heroine, and this city is INFESTED with them," Princess Petite gushed, shaking her hand. Then she gave the super heroine her card. "I work over at The Palace mostly, but I free lance as well. Call me and I'll take good care of you, darling."

Ms Americana scowled when she realized she was returning home after a long night at work at King Pimp's brothel. The dominatrix didn't notice, being too consumed with admiring her statuesque body with near worshipful blue eyes.

"You think I need, much less want to be dominated and humiliated?"

"Of course you need it!" Princess Petite said, laughing. "All the really powerful need to feel helpless sometimes, to bring them back into emotional equilibrium."

"Bullshit," Ms Americana said, tossing the card aside.

Princess Petite frowned, and walked over to fetch her card.

"These aren't cheap," she muttered. She looked Ms Americana over, then said, "Come with me, and I'll prove to you I am right."

Ms Americana gawked at her a long moment. Not now! Not when she was so close to final victory. Why did she even bother to speak with that damn woman?

"A-Are you commanding me to come with you?"

Princess Petite's beautiful sapphire eyes widened ever so slightly. Ms Americana realized the dominatrix just then realized that she COULD command the sexy super heroine and she would obey.

"Kneel!" Princess Petite commanded, slapping her riding crop hard against her shiny black thigh boot.

Now that was definitely a command that had to be obeyed.

Ms Americana dropped to her knees before the dominatrix. Princess Petite lifted her chin with that black riding crop and admired the super heroine's trembling red lips a long moment, a smug smile claiming the domme's beautiful face.

"I knew it," she said. "Come with me, slave."

Princess Petite led Ms Americana into the building behind them. It was an apartment building. She was taken to the dominatrix's apartment. Princess Petite, of course, had a nice little dungeon setup in the spare bedroom. Ms Americana didn't think a professional dominatrix would bring a client to her own home, so it had to be for her personal use with friends and lovers. Despite that, it seemed well stocked with bondage gear to her mind.

"Would you like a nice little spanking now, Ms Americana?"

"Yes, Mistress," she said without hesitation. It was not a command or request, but a real question. She could've said NO without worry. But she wanted a spanking. Ms Americana wanted a spanking. "I've been a bad girl. I must be punished."

Ms Americana was thinking about her failure to reach Flag Girl yet. She was sure Princess Petite wouldn't allow her to leave quickly. Flag Girl had already been under their enemies' power for over thirty-one hours. How could deviant sex industry miscreants like King Pimp and Mistress Tabitha keep their lusty hands off such a ripe young beauty? She was surely soundly raped overnight, probably after a couple hours when they realized Ms Americana was being "delayed," to their wicked delight, so decided to wile away the hours with her luscious sidekick.

<All my fault. I've been weak. I deserve to be punished. I need to be punished.>

"All fours and hold position."

"Yes, Mistress," Ms Americana said, assuming position. She looked over her shoulder as Princess Petite slowly walked up behind her, her stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. The riding crop in her delicate little hand was long and blackest black, and totally decadent and wicked to the now submissive super heroine. Then the sexy Queen of Justice began gnawing on her lower lip. "Please, no mercy. I've been very bad."

Princess Petite smiled down at her with superior airs, spread her feet wide and raised the crop way back one handed. Ms Americana sucked in air and turned away. She did not want to see that brutal swing. But she heard the shoosish of air.

CRACK!

"Yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooeeeeeeee!"

The wicked riding crop left a raised, red welt across her silky smooth ass cheeks. It felt like white hot fire. It set her libido on fire, and sent a chill through her shapely body as goose bumps rose up.

CRACK!

"Eeeeeoooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried, the pain too much to bear. Her power belt hadn't given her any super powers since being gang-banged at the titty bar. That included endurance to pain and fast healing. She was just a regular woman being whipped now. And felt every stroke of the riding crop across her rump profoundly. "Mercy! I beg mercy!"

Princess Petite smiled knowingly. She set aside the riding crop without a word and walked over to the wall. She removed a pair of handcuffs and a pair of shackles. Ms Americana watched her teary eyed, a big lump in her throat. It was so hard to breathe once she realized the petite domme intended to bind her tightly.

<I'll be utterly helpless,> she thought, looking at the steel cuffs for wrist and ankle with growing dread. <I won't be able to defend myself. She'll be able to do ANYTHING to me she wants to me.>

That thought took her to the brink of climax. Her heart raced and a lump formed in her throat. Her pussy was so wet it began to leak down her thighs as her oversexed body began to tremble. Without thought or command, Ms Americana's right hand rose up and squeezed her huge tit as the left dropped down to stroke her throbbing pubic mound.

Princess Petite walked in front of the vanquished super vixen, and graced her with the so smug, all knowing smile again. They locked eyes, the intensity burning through the kneeling super heroine, sucking the will to fight out of her. Then the petite dominatrix moved her right foot forward.

"Kiss the toe of my boot, and make it hot and pretty," Princess Petite commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," Ms Americana said meekly. The sexy super heroine bent over and slowly, sensuously kissed the unyielding, shiny leather of the domme's boot.

"Someone has trained you very well," Princess Petite said. "What is her name?"

"Domina Dorothea."

"Really? That's who trained me," she said, all giggly with delight for a few seconds, then she snapped back into her dominatrix persona, Princess Petite. "She is also the one that named me Princess Petite."

"Please forgive me for asking, Mistress, but how old are you? Sometimes you look sixteen," Ms Americana said.

Princess Petite scrunched up her face in annoyance. "I'm eighteen. I'll be nineteen in six months. But, rest assured, Ms Ameri-SLAVE, I am more than old enough, and DOMINANT enough to control you."

"Yes, Mistress. I beg your forgiveness for my audacity," she said, dropping her eyes meekly. "I should be spanked again."

"Really? How amusing," she said, stepping up close. "Hands to the small of your back, wrists crossed. Now."

Ms Americana complied without hesitation, even though darkest dread began bubbling up deep within her. Her body was already beginning that slow rise to climax, the fires of her intense, insatiable needs and desires fully aflame. The helplessness of bondage might be the final nail in her coffin. Tiny little Princess Petite might be the one that shattered the last vestiges of her self-image as a strong, superior woman.

"Oh, my…," Ms Americana breathed when the cuffs were snapped on, leaving her helpless. A rather small climax exploded between her legs, shaking the very foundation of her psyche. "Please, Mistress, be merciful. I'm so weak right now. So vulnerable." She looked up and locked eyes with Princess Petite. "I c-could lose myself. Lose Ms Americana in your chains."

"Wow," she whispered, then her eyes glinted. "I can break the legendary, the all-mighty Ms Americana. I'll become a living legend." She used a curled up finger to lift Ms Americana's chin up high, head bent painfully back, full red lips quivering. "No mercy for you, Americana Slave. Never any mercy for you."

"Mmmmmmmmuuuuuuummmm," Ms Americana groaned sensuously as their lips met and Princess Petite immediately began to dominate her in that so sweet lipstick kiss. Within seconds her libido went into overdrive, and she was pushed over the top again. "Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"Incredible," Princess Petite whispered, sapphire eyes full of wonder as she looked her prize over. "The strongest woman in the city, and the weakest at the same time. You are like clay, to be molded into anything I want."

The sexy domme shackled the statuesque super heroine's ankles, then stood up before her with hands on hips, in a classic super heroine pose.

"Kiss my boot again, MY slave."

After Ms Americana kissed her boot, Princess Petite walked around behind her and dropped to her knees. She reached up between the super heroine's legs and started messaging her clit through the thin satin of her costume. The petite domme easily and quickly brought her enslaved heroine to two orgasms. That done, she donned a strap-on and proceeded to anally rape the conquered crusader of justice.

After an hour, she removed the cuffs and shackles, and fetched some rope. The rope was brightest red. She had Ms Americana cross her ankles first, and wound the rope around them several times, making elaborate knots. Then she ran the rope up to the super heroine's tiny waist, and again wrapped several strands around her hips to crotch, and around, so that she outlined the Queen of Justice's thong bikini bottoms. Once again, elaborate knots were tied, making Ms Americana wonder how long and difficult it would be to get out of those bindings.

The red rope was run up the helpless heroine's spine, over her shoulders and then wrapped under and between her 44DDs to accentuate that so incredible set of assets. So tight, it was difficult to breathe in. She couldn't see them, but felt Princess Petite tying more knots between her shoulder blades.

"Uughh," Ms Americana grunted when the dominatrix pulled her elbows tightly together and bound them above and below the elbows, and again at the wrists.

And there was still rope left over, which began to worry the Queen to Justice.

"Open wide," Princess Petite said, a wicked grin on her pretty face.

"No, please, not a ball gag!" she cried, but it was thrust in her mouth, between her prefect white teeth. The domineering brunette quickly and easily buckled it behind the heroine's head. "Uuuuggghhhmmmm!"

"You should thank me," Princess Petite said. She pinched Ms Americana's right nipple. "This is REALLY turning you on. Most women don't get that excited, ever. You are sooo into bondage, whether you realize it or not."

With her sexy submissive bound and gagged, the petite domme fetched a step ladder. She set it beside Ms Americana, then used it to run the end of that red rope hanging off the heroine's wrists through a steel loop in the ceiling. That done, she pulled it tighter and tighter, until Ms Americana groaned in misery, her wrists forced to remain straight, then pulled straight up very high. She rose up as high as she could on her knees, but the rope wouldn't let her come close to straightening up, leaving her shapely rump thrust out.

"Didn't you say you needed a spanking? That you've been a very, very naughty girl?" Princess Petite said, picking up a long, four inch wide, black and red lacquered paddle. It was a baseball bat that had been planed down and shortened into a paddle.

"I won't lie to you, Americana," she said, smacking her tiny palm with the paddle as she sensuously walked towards her. "This is going to hurt."

The petite domme proved size didn't matter when it came to dishing out paddlings. The tiny dominatrix swung a mean paddle. It sounded like rifle fire going off. One lick after another, only a second or two apart, for five long, tortuous minutes. Within seconds Ms Americana's eyes were burning, and erupted in hot salty tears a moment later. She was balling like a baby by the time the domme finished and put her paddle away.

"Don't you feel better after a good cry, darling? Hmm? I know I do. Hahaha!"

Princess Petite released the knot hold the sobbing super heroine up, letting her collapse in a pitiful pile at her booted feet. She fetched a black velvet footstool and set it beside the Queen of Justice. She showed surprising strength by picking up Americana a foot off the floor, and maneuvering her over the footstool. Within moments the sniffling super heroine found herself in a new, vulnerable position. Her bound arms were under the stool, which supported her from below the shoulder blades to just past her narrow waist line. Her knees were forced wide by the way the domme bound her crossed ankles.

She felt extremely exposed and vulnerable.

"My God, you're gorgeous. You should consider a career as a bondage model. Your spectacular body looks great in rope," Princess Petite said.

"Hhhuuuummm," she said, shaking her head with worried baby blue eyes.

"You've had pain, now time for some pleasure," she said.

The super sexy domme picked up a very large dildo. Ms Americana's eyes grew wide. She smiled at the reaction from the hapless heroine, so went on to show her it was a vibrator too. Ms Americana rolled her baby blues, wondering how she didn't see THAT coming from a mile away.

"A wanton whore like you will really enjoy this," Princess Petite said, and walked back over. She dropped to one knee beside Ms Americana, used one hand to spread wide her slippery pussy lips, and thrust the vibrating dildo against the heroine's engorged clit.

Ms Americana's eyes crossed, and fire erupted deep in her belly. She arched her back even more, and screamed into the red rubber ball gag.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhh!"

"Wow, instant climax. I love it!"

The dastardly dominatrix ripped out five climaxes in quick order, then thrust the dildo deep into her vulnerable vagina. Ms Americana began to buck between climaxes, groaning wantonly and panting harshly through her nose. Princess Petite so enjoyed her subject's reactions she spent a good forty minutes dildo fucking her with that insidious vibrator.

"You're lucky my arm's getting tired," she said, nudging Ms Americana's massive left tit with the toe of her black boot.

Ms Americana was taken off the footstool and rolled over on her belly. That long length of extra rope was used to bind her wrists to her ankles, and still had more than enough rope to run a taut line to her slender neck, wrapping it around many times.

That done, Princess Petite left.

"Mmm! Mmmgghhh! MMmmmm!"

The dominatrix was gone a long time, making Ms Americana start to panic. She was afraid she'd be left like that all day.

"Noisy little minx, aren't you?" Princess Petite said, returning minus her pants. Indeed, she now wore only a black latex corset with bright yellow trim, the black thigh boots and matching black latex opera gloves. "Are we having fun yet? Hmmm? Hahaha! NOT!" She gave Ms Americana a wicked look. "Not what I'm paid so well for."

Princess Petite looked her hard in the eyes. "If I untie you, will you behave?"

Ms Americana nodded YES.

"That's my good little super slut," she said, patting her on the head.

She was able to untie the super heroine much faster than Americana believed possible. Professionals. Well, in no time Ms Americana was free of all bonds, save the hated ball gag.

"No!" Princess Petite snapped when her favorite submissive reached back to unbuckle the ball gag. "I'll take it off when it is time to be removed. Not before." Then she pointed to the floor at her feet. "Heel, slave. Kneel there. Now!"

Ms Americana quickly knelt at the petite dominatrix's feet.

<I'm bigger than her,> Ms Americana thought, looking the brown-haired beauty over. <I could snap her in half without even trying.>

"What are you looking at?"

"Nuuunnnnggh," she said, then grimaced around the ball gag. Couldn't answer, so she dropped her eyes.

"Knees wider."

She compiled.

"Nuzzle my foot."

Ms Americana bent over and nuzzled the offered foot without hesitation, then rose back up on her knees, and then sat back on her legs. And waited for her next command.

"Good girl. Good slave girl," she said. "Your mistress is pleased…so far."

Princess Petite took Ms Americana to a silver "sex chair" in the corner. It was high backed, with two "stirrups" protruding from it. She was sat in it, her arms pulled high over her head and secured to the top of the chair's back. Then her domme tied her feet into the stirrups, which were then spread very wide, leaving her very vulnerable to sexual exploitation yet again.

The brown-maned dominatrix put on a strap-on, with a ten inch red dildo. Ms Americana gulped, feeling her body firing up yet again. She tried to calm her body and libido with deep breathes, but it was useless. She was lost, and knew it.

Princess Petite straddled her waist, sat down and managed to guide the dildo into her cunt effortlessly from that awkward position. Once she was well mounted, she leaned forward and started playing with Ms Americana's monster tits.

"I'm a hopeless tit girl," she said between kisses and nibbles.

The way she was fucking her and playing with her 44DDs reminded Ms Americana of Mr. Cocks' use of her the previous night. It was how he conquered her, claimed her as his own. The thought brought her to the apex of climax.

"Mmmmm," she responded. The dildo pumping into her was bad enough, but Princess Petite was the BEST at titty love. It blew Ms Americana's mind how sensuous, how damn erotic it felt to have her mistress of the moment's tiny feminine hands manipulating her huge tits and hard nipples. Her firm lips, teasing tongue and taunting teeth were driving her wild. "Mmmmmm-uuuummmm."

Princess Petite removed Ms Americana's gag. She caressed her lower face with the back of her latex gloved fingers, then traced out her mask with a finger. Then she gently brushed her dark red lips across Ms Americana slightly parted lips.

"I'm not the only one to bring the Mighty Ms Americana to heel, am I?" she said, and gently kissed her perfect lips.

"No, Mistress."

"I can tell," she said. "Who else….you said my teacher, Domina Dorothea, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Who else?" she asked. "Who first conquered your mighty heart, and made you a slave?"

Ms Americana thought of the stripper, April, but that wasn't really true. She had dominated her, but another tamed her. Another claimed her, heart and soul.

"Mr. Cocks, Mistress."

"The pimp?" she sounded shocked.

"Yes, Mistress. The pimp."

"Have you ever turned tricks?"

"Yes, Mistress. Pretty much, that's what I've been doing all day and last night," she admitted, and suddenly wondered why she was being so damn honest. "But it was King Pimp that first forced me to whore myself, two nights back. I have fifteen hundred and fifty dollars stuffed in my boots for him."

"Wow, a real super heroine whore, aren't you?" Princess Petite said. "A real professional at both."

"In the sexy flesh, Mistress."

"Mmmmm," they both groaned as she kissed the heroine.

Halfway through the kiss, Princess Petite began hammering that strap-on fast and hard. Ms Americana groaned and moaned, and let her head roll back as her eyes rolled up into her head. It felt heavenly. It felt so right and proper.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, fuck me harder, Mistress!" she cried desperately. "Long and hard."

The tiny domme proved to have amazing staying power. She strap-on fucked her super heroine for fifty-five long minutes. Ms Americana had no idea how many climaxes she had, but they were coming fast and furious in the last fifteen minutes. She screamed so much her voice changed, becoming rough and deeper, ravaged.

When Princess Petite finally grew tired and stopped, Ms Americana's body felt like jelly. She didn't think she could ever stand again. But the domme untied her and dragged her to her knees.

The next two hours was devoted to teaching her to walk sexier, to kneel sexier, to speak more submissively. Ms Americana was being taught her place, being taught how to be a good little submissive. A good little slave girl, docile and loving.

Right at ten o'clock that morning, Princess Petite's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" she said. "Oh, Janice, how's it going? Great. You'll never guess who I have in my dungeon right now. Ms Americana! No, I'm dead serious. I saw her outside of my apartment building, and went up to her. Lo and behold, I recognized a submissive in denial, and proceeded to DOMINATE, baby. For the last five hours! Ha ha! YES!" She paused to listen a moment, then went all agog. "No! Ms Americana AND Flag Girl both have kinky sex videos on the internet now?" She listened some more, then gawked at Ms Americana. "Oh my God, did you know Flag Girl was captured by King Pimp two nights ago? They spent the first night taming her, and now she is hard at work making porno movies by day and hooking at The Palace by night! Isn't that incredible? They unmasked her live on the internet, and my friend says she is Brenda Wade's young ward, Lydia Wills."

"Great Liberty! No!"

Ms Americana jumped to her feet and ran out of the apartment, despite Princess Petite commanding her to return. Outside, she paused to look at the towering edifice of The Palace, the largest brothel in the world. Hundreds of girls worked their asses off, literally, in that hellish structure. One of them was her friend, comrade, ward and protégé, Lydia…FLAG GIRL.

"They LIED to me," she growled, baby blues narrowing as she looked upon that infamous den of depravity. "I followed the agreement to the letter, and yet they immediately debased and defiled my sexy sidekick." Her red gloved hands balled up into tight fists. "They will live to regret that betrayal."

The Queen of Justice marched straight toward King Pimp's brothel. She found the front looked deserted. Not even a doorman. But, she knew the brothel operated twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There were always some girls on duty and ready to serve in that most base of ways.

Ms Americana strode into the brothel purposely. Inside the entry lobby, she found people. There were maybe a dozen pretty young things in skimpy lingerie, mostly fluttering around the staff members. The staff was all male, big and buff. King Pimp didn't hire skinny or fat bouncers. The men were all over six feet tall, with some up close to seven. They were all wearing black suits with black turtleneck shirts.

Everyone turned to gawk at the Queen of Justice when she strode in.

"Hello, miscreants," Ms Americana said.

"Ah, Ameri-whore is finally here," one of the men sneered. It was a renown street pimp she'd thought she'd run away. His street name was JJ Rod. "What took you so long? Get cock whipped into submission once too many times?"

"Hello, Jerome," she said. He scowled. He hated his given name of Jerome Johnson. "Long time no see. When was the last time we got together? Six months ago? Yes, I remember that night like it was yesterday. I really mopped the floor with your skanky butt that night. I had you crying like a ten year old school girl."

He seethed as he strode up to face her just inches away. He looked like he would explode, so she was ready for anything.

Then a cruel smile spread across his fierce face, "Yes, I recall that night. I was thinking about it last night…..while FLAG GIRL sucked my dick."

Ms Americana gasped and took a step back, horrified.

"You monster!"

"And then, I finished it off my thinking about you as I fucked her up the ass."

Ms Americana hauled off and punched him in the face. JJ Rod staggered back two steps and stopped. He shook his head a second, then looked at the sexy super heroine another second before grinning fiercely.

"It's official, boys!" JJ Rod crowed, eyes filled with wicked glee. "Ms Americana has been FUCKED stupid. I've been punched by her many times, and that was NOT her usual super powered punch. The Queen of Justice is DE-POWERED!"

Ms Americana gawked at him. She'd forgotten all about that. All of the wicked, predatory smiles turned her way reminded her what a bad thing that could be. But, she was a super heroine, trained to fight while super powered or not. Those lowlifes still weren't a match to her, a superior woman.

"Super strength is only one aspect to my super heroine talents, miscreant," Ms Americana said confidently. "I am still more than a match for any of you."

"Maybe, but you're no match against ALL of us," JJ Rod said.

They started to move towards her. The Queen of Justice knew they had too much of a numerical advantage to fight defensively. She had to take the fight to them and take them all out before they understood what was happening.

The super sexy super heroine kicked straight up, hitting JJ Rod in the chin and sending him reeling backwards in the crowd. Then she grabbed the next bouncer by the collar, and hurled him into two more men. Then spinning, over and over, she began sending roundhouse after roundhouse kicks into one junior pimp after another.

"None of you are a match for me," Ms Americana cried as she kicked a bloody path through King Pimp's junior associates. "I am a Warrior Prime! A superior woman and a super heroine."

"Oh, shut up," JJ Rod growled from behind her.

The statuesque super heroine whirled around, dropping into a fighting position. Just as she located him, something cold and wet splashed into her face. For a second the vivacious masked vigilante was blinded and disconcerted. Ms Americana gasped and staggered backwards. A second later, as she feared, JJ Rod pounded a fist into her belly, doubling her up.

"Ooff!"

JJ Rod sent a combination to her head and face, then slammed a brutal uppercut to the point of the Queen of Justice's chin. Her head snapped back and her feet came off the floor. A second later Ms Americana landed on the floor with a pained grunt and lay still.

"She's down and OUT!" JJ Rod cried.

Ms Americana was not. But she lay still to give herself time to recover a bit more. It wasn't easy allowing herself to lay there so vulnerable. The fact the bad guys were gathering around her didn't help.

"Let's fuck her," someone said. "King Pimp is upstairs reaming out her sexy sidekick anyway, so we have time."

"WHAT!?!" Ms Americana cried.

On her back, the valiant vigilante lashed out with her legs. Men fell with cries of pain and surprise as she hammered them and their legs. About half of them leapt back in time, dropping into fighting stances. She leapt to her feet and attacked.

JJ Rod slipped under her guard, and punched a fist into her ribs. She gasped and fell back, incredulous at the intensity of the pain. She never realized how much her power belt protected her from such pain. But Ms Americana was highly skilled at compartmentalizing things like pain, so was able to quickly recover and backhand JJ Rod before he could take her out. Again.

With a snarl, Ms Americana kicked straight up into JJ Rod's crotch. A kick to the nuts would take him out. But he surprised her, and caught her foot. That never happened when she was super strength. Then he started pulling her slowly across the room.

"Hey! Let go of me, or else!"

"Or else what?" JJ Rod said smugly. She was forced to follow, hopping and with her arms wind-milling to keep her balance. "Or else, you will be DEFEATED?"

Two men each grabbed an arm, and Ms Americana found herself captured. She struggled intensely, but they were big and strong. More than strong enough to hold her on their own, but together she was like a rag doll to them. Helpless. Vulnerable. Frightened.

Wide-eyed, the Queen of Justice looked around for anything, anyone to save herself. All eyes, male and female, were gleaming with evil delight. No one was on her side.

"King Pimp will be so proud," JJ Rod said, dropping her foot and reaching out to cup her 44DDs. Then he unsnapped the fastener between her tits and pulled the top apart. Her bountiful boobs spilled out enticingly, bouncing and jostling before all of their delighted eyes. "Mmmm, daddy like."

"Unhand me! I am the Queen of Justice, not some skanky harlot to maul and abuse at your leisure," Ms Americana cried. She struggled in their arms until she realized it just caused her silky black hair to whip around, as well as made her 44DDs flounce about. All of which just made the men hornier. "Great Liberty! Why did I strike that devil's deal with King Pimp!"

"Because you are an arrogant bimbo piece of cock candy in denial," JJ Rod sneered. "You WANTED to loose to King Pimp, and become is wanton whore. You wanted all of those men to fuck you. You wanted to lose, to be used and abused. Why else accept terms you can't possibly win?" He reached down and ripped off her costume's bottoms and dangled them before her wide, disbelieving baby blue eyes. "Why else continually put yourself in dangerous situations, in a costume that gets skimpier every year, if you don't want bad men to do sexy bad things to you?"

"What? You are mad," she cried. JJ Rod unzipped and pulled out his ten inch cock. He grabbed her thighs, pulled her legs wide and pressed his huge black cock to her quaking, wet cunt. "I am a super woman. My goals and pursuits are higher than base sexual desires!"

"Baser than this?" JJ Rod said, and shoved his cock hard between her slippery pussy lips.

"Uugghhh!" Ms Americana grunted, her back arching and legs spread wide and extended. "Great Liberty!"

"Yes, I give you liberty from the shackles of chastity," JJ Rod laughed, savoring the tightness of her vagina. Her muscles were clenching around his thick shaft, clenching over and over, sometimes even quivering. Only Flag Girl's pussy did that in his experience. Was it something about super heroines that caused their pussies to quack and quiver? "She is so enjoying this fucking."

The sexy super heroine couldn't deny the pleasure she was feeling. Every stroke of that thick, long cock ripped another brick out of the wall protecting her heart from all of their use and abuse. She'd already submitted to a pimp, giving herself to him utterly, once during her long humiliating ordeal, to Mr. Cocks. Mr. Cocks just left her in the dirt. Didn't care. Didn't want her, apparently. She still couldn't believe that, or believe how much it hurt.

"This….is….wrong," Ms Americana groaned, pushed to the brink of climax so quickly and easily it was humiliating. She just knew they would see it as proof she was a whore at heart. Evil men always did. "You must stop…before it….is too late."

JJ Rod redoubled the intensity in which he was pumping her pussy.

"It is already too late," JJ Rod growled, all but lost in lust and pleasure. "You super heroine types are so stupid like that. Ugh, so tight. Fucking you stupid -- make that stupider -- is not a bad thing, but a necessary thing. Oh, yeah. You are such a good fuck."

"Monster!" she cried, and lost her tentative hold on that climax. It immediately rolled over her. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, Nooooooooooo-Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!"

The men and women surrounding the Queen of Justice laughed and cheered. Everyone seemed to damned happy at her downfall, at her degradation and humiliation.

"SLAPDOWN!" JJ Rod cried. Then he lost it, shooting gobs of cum deep into her pussy. "Oh yeessss!"

"Great Liberty! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, climaxing at the feel of cum being pumped into her body. "Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

JJ Rod released her thighs as he pulled out. She found her knees weak, and she fell to them when the other two goons released her arms. JJ Rod thrust his semi-flaccid cock in her face, all sticky icky. Head spinning and belly quaking from her sound fucking, Ms Americana licked full red lips as her mouth watered.

<I am so dead,> she thought as she reached out and gently took his huge member in hand. Then she swallowed hard, spread full red lips wide, and guided him into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm."

<Goddess help me, but I'm developing a love for the taste of cock,> she thought.

Another junior pimp in the Palace knelt behind the vanquished vigilante. He reached around and began fondling her 44DDs roughly. It felt divine to the overheated, oversexed super heroine. She groaned wantonly as JJ Rod's rod grew stiff again, and she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

"Uuuuggggggghhhh," the sexy super heroine groaned when the guy behind her slipped his cock up into her pussy.

The great and mighty Ms Americana eagerly ran her lips and tongue up and down the pimp's cock, licking and sucking on his big balls, licking him clean. Then making him cum into her mouth, which necessitated her licking him clean again. All while another pimp reamed out her pussy from behind.

After they both came inside her, two more pimps and bouncers took their places. Then two more, and so on. The Queen of Justice serviced King Pimp's subjects. Twelve men and four women had their way with her, until they did something that broke the statuesque super heroine out of her trancelike lust.

A man walked in off the street. Just a regular Joe. A john. Ms Americana was pushed at him, and told to seduce him, to turn a trick. She approached him warily, with frequent looks back over her shoulder. She still wore most of her Ms Americana costume, including the mask and power belt. Really, only her bikini was gone. Really gone, like no longer in the room gone. A battle trophy for some skanky pimp, no doubt.

Ms Americana was still trembling from being double teamed for the better part of two hours. She knew she was weak and vulnerable, and that she was being forced into something she found repulsive. But she could find the mortal fortitude to stop herself, to assert herself and say NO.

"Hello, do….do you want a d-d-date?"

He stared at her body a long moment. Well, mostly at her naked 44DDs.

"Are you the real Ms Americana?"

"Of course," she said, a little offended he had to ask. She was famous after all.

"I knew Flag Girl was in here, but didn't know you were too."

"I just arrived," she said bitterly. Anger started to rise, fed by her bitterness. "So, do you want that date or not?"

"YES!"

"Bastard," she growled.

That pissed her off. It was understandable why the pimps and hookers of Sugar Town hated her and wanted to defile her body and reputation, but she expected the common citizens of Delta City to support her, to care about her fate. That sorry excuse for a man not only didn't care about her, he was eager to join in the desecration of her body, soul and reputation.

Ms Americana grabbed him by the collar, backhanded him and then hurled him at the startled junior pimps and bouncers. Then she turned and raced towards the elevators. She knew what floor King Pimp's bedroom was on. If he was banging her sexy protégé at that moment, then that would be his location.

Ms Americana reached the elevators and pressed the button. The door closed seconds before the enraged pimps reached her. The Queen of Justice smiled grimly. It felt good to be back to her old self again. When the elevator dinged, she glanced up, confirmed she was on the correct floor and smiled as the doors opened.

"It's kick butt time."

She stepped off the elevator, and was met with huge pictures of Flag Girl being fucked in every manner imaginable. TVs were on, showing video of Flag Girl tied in various bondage devices, being fucked alternately by King Pimp, Kid Rotten or a line of men ganging banging the teen beauty. Ms Americana gawked a long moment, frozen in place with horror. The sound of Flag Girl grunting, moaning, groaning, panting filled the air.

"See how you failed her?" Kid Rotten said from her left.

Ms Americana glanced at him, then back at the pictures and monitors. How did that happen? Where did she go so terribly wrong? Why wasn't she smart enough, strong enough to prevent it from happening?

"You are weak and pathetic," Mistress Tabitha said from her right. "You have a choice, Ms Americana. Me or Kid. You have to submit to one of us."

"Or else," Kid said, grinning.

"Or else?"

"Or else bad things happen to both you and Flag Girl," Tabitha said, smirking. "Very bad things."

"I don't think so," Ms Americana said, finding her backbone again. "I'm here to rescue Flag Girl."

"Well that's stupid," Kid said.

Ms Americana narrowed her baby blues at him. "Why?"

"Because Flag Girl isn't HERE," Tabitha said, and laughed.

"But, downstairs, the pimps said….," she stammered.

"Lies," the red leather sheathed dominatrix and brothel owner said. "They were told to expect you, and what to tell you when you arrived. We WANTED you to come upstairs all full of piss and vinegar."

Ms Americana's mind was reeling. Were they manipulating her? Had King Pimp and the other leaders of Sugar Town's illicit sex businesses secretly orchestrate her every move, her every slap down and humiliation? Was she just their sexy puppet this whole time?

"No! You lying monsters! This was all a setup to destroy me. You lied to me!"

"Duh," Mistress Tabitha said. "We're criminals."

"While you were banging that first trick, right after this all started," Kid laughed. "We were back fucking Flag Girl stupid. Then we brought her here, and fucked her some more while we watched your progress."

"Pig," she growled, baby blues flashing.

Ms Americana rushed Kid. The tall, lanky street pimp stepped into her attack confidently, and slammed a right cross into her left cheek.

"Uuggh!" Ms Americana cried, spun around and dropping to her knees. "Oooooh."

"It hurts without your power belt working, don't it, Ameri-cunt?" Kid said. "You are no longer super strong and super fast. I can whip your sweet round ass now, babe. Now stand up, and give me a reason to start whipping."

"What? I'm the Queen of Justice," she said, struggling to feet. "I don't need my power belt to slap a common street pimp like you down, Rotten."

Ms Americana squared off on him and struck a super heroine pose. It was kinda hard to be menacing with her 44DDs and pussy exposed like that. But she had supreme confidence in her ability to back up her claim.

Kid attacked. Ms Americana blocked his punches and kicks easily. She was an expert martial art, after all. But he was faster and stronger than she recalled. The loss of her power belt quickly made itself felt. After a moment, Kid started pushing her back a step at a time. It was all she could do to keep his attack at bay.

"Sara Amanda won the competition we had to see who got you first," Tabitha said from behind the battling super heroine. Ms Americana froze a bare second, which she almost didn't recover from fast enough to fend off Kid's attack. The madam continued, "Here in a few minutes you will begin your first porno movie -- Brenda Wade."

"What?" Ms Americana cried. Kid stepped inside her guard and slammed a fist into her belly. "Ooff! Ooooh. Great Liberty, no!"

Ms Americana felt that punch profoundly, all the way to her toes. She curled up around his brutal fist, and slowly dropped to her knees. Tabitha came up behind her and pulled her arms back. Then she felt the cold steel handcuffs snapped onto her wrists.

"Great Liberty, I've been captured," she groaned, still mostly breathless. And Kid quickly shoved his cock into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm."

HHHUUUMMMMMM!

Ms Americana, mouth full of cock, recognized that humming sound. It made her belly melt like butter. She knew her body was in no condition to fight off a vibrator. Then Tabitha pressed the vibrator up between her legs, pressed it up against her pussy and clitoris.

"Uuuggghhh," she grunted as her baby blues went wide and her back arched. Kid started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She groaned low and wantonly, losing the fight fast to fend off what they were doing to her body and libido. <Great Liberty, I can't fight any…..!!> "Uuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhuuuuuuummmmmmm!"

The climax left her head spinning. The sexy Queen of Justice didn't know up from down, left from right. She started sucking on Kid's cock as Tabitha continued to press the vibrator to her cunt with one hand, and started to fondle her tits with the other.

"Flag Girl was tamed and told us everything. What a chatterbox," Tabitha said. "She is as much a helpless sex slave as you are, Brenda 'Ms Americana' Wade."

Ms Americana started mindlessly grinding her pussy into that vibrator as she sucked merrily. For the next ten minutes, the only sounds were panting, gasping, slurping and the hum of that ceaseless vibrator. Ms Americana had one climax after another. She didn't even bother to count them.

After Kid shot his wad in her mouth, Ms Americana was dragged to her feet. Kid and Tabitha escorted her back into the elevator, and hit the button for the basement level 2. While Kid started fondling, sucking and fondling her tits, Tabitha started finger fucking the helpless heroine.

"Where are we going?" Ms Americana said, panting and squirming.

"To the studio downstairs," Kid said.

"Sara Amanda is waiting to begin your full length porno. She has a script and everything," Tabitha said. "Then, come evening, we will take you back to Wade Manor."

"Wade Manor?"

"Yes," Kid said. "We've already been given a tour by Flag Girl. She showed us your secret room and garage. Nice."

"What?"

"Flag Girl is there now," Tabitha said. "King Pimp is fucking her in her own bed right now. Later today, she will start turning tricks in that bed."

"I don't understand."

"The pimps, pornographers and pushers that you tried to capture last night have all gone into business together," Tabitha said. "We are all equal partners in YOU and Lydia. We will start stripping your of all of your money and companies tomorrow, but we already started a new High Class brothel, called Wade Manor. Tonight is opening night."

"You, Ameri-ho, will be turning tricks in your own fucking bed," Kid laughed. "Gotta love it."

"We've already lined up johns for you and Lydia, starting tonight at six," Tabitha said. "We are charging ten thousand an hour for your sweet round ass, and five thousand an hour for Lydia. All of your friends, associates, partners and ENEMIES are signing up for that sweet ride."

"No."

"Yes. Everyone wants a shot of you, both as Brenda and as Ms Americana," Kid said. "You are going to be very busy for the next six months, at least."

"Yes, you will be very busy," Tabitha said. "Porno actress and fetish model by day, high priced hooker by night."

She and Kid laughed as the elevator doors opened and the studio was revealed. Sara Amanda was waiting eager-eyed, along with twenty men and women to film her first professional porno movie. The set behind them was that sleazy titty bar, perfect in every detail. Down to the sexy stripper that so humiliated and debauched her -- April!

"What are you doing here?"

April smiled cruelly. "I get to reenact my time dominating you yesterday."

Sara Amanda walked up, grinning fiercely as she looked the nearly naked super heroine over with growing satisfaction and lust. She ran soft, feminine hands all over Ms Americana's breasts, then fingered her dripping cunt.

"Yes, Ms Americana," Sara Amanda said as Ms Americana's baby blues grew wider and wider, "your first professional production will be a reenactment of your fall into debauchery and sexual slavery, called Yes Girl."

THE END