DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana and Dragon Queen are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

Please direct all comments and feedback to dark_one@live.com. This is my real hotmail address, on previous submissions I brain farted and put 3 extra characters in the address. Sorry.

MS AMERICANA: MONSTER BALL

By Dark One

Ms Americana glared at the limos arriving at the fancy hotel. The Delta Royal was the most exclusive hotel in Delta City, but had agreed to allow the riff-raff of society to hold their annual ball there every Halloween.

“The Monster Ball,” Ms Americana whispered, bright blue eyes narrowed at the man climbing out of a purple Rolls Royce.

The six foot seven African American was called King Pimp, and was the richest, most successful pimp in Delta City. Most of the city’s more expensive call girls worked for him. He also owned a dozen brothels, and “managed” an unknown number of street walkers. King Pimp was a multimillionaire, and lived in opulent splendor.

Though, as much as she despised filthy pimps, the woman to follow King Pimp out of the limo made every fiber of her existence scream in rage. She was a tall, slim Asian woman of extraordinary beauty and grace. No one knew her real name, but she was called Dragon Queen. She wore a high-collared “Chinese” gown of shimmering crimson silk. Her long black hair was arrow straight and shiny like polished ebony.

“Enjoy what little time you have left, Dragon Queen,” Ms Americana muttered. “Tonight it all ends.”

For a number of years it had been an open secret that white slavers also attended the Monster Ball, thrown by and for pimps and hookers. If not for white slavers, many of the poor hookers on the streets, hidden in brothels and even attending the ball would be in college or starting meaningful, decent lives in suburbia.

There were no ifs, ands or buts about it. Dragon Queen had to go down tonight. She learned today that Hexanna, Lady Midnight, Jungle Babe and Azure Angel were all captured by Dragon Queen and sold overseas into white slavery. She was very quickly capturing, humiliating and enslaving all of Delta City’s super heroines. At the rate Dragon Queen was going there wouldn’t be any super heroines in the city by Thanksgiving Day.

So Ms Americana decided it was time to stop her, once and for all. Tonight, when she least expected it.

“The arrogant miscreant has made a foolish mistake,” she said, an arrogant smile spreading across her beautiful, masked face.

Dragon Queen’s mistake was bringing recently acquired coeds to the Monster Ball to auction off to pimps. Ms Americana would catch her in the act, and even some of the pimps that bought the poor girls. Delta City jails would be full tonight. The only problem, where were the captured girls? Ms Americana already searched the hotel, and had watched it ever since. There have been no one delivered under suspicious circumstances. But it didn’t matter, she had a plan.

“Happy Halloween, miscreants,” Ms Americana said.

The Ball was already in full swing. King Pimp and Dragon Queen were just fashionably late. So, with the acknowledged King and Queen of the Ball finally arrived, Ms Americana headed around back of the hotel. She entered through the kitchen, and moved to the door into the ballroom. From there she watched the antics of the attendees.

It was worse than she imagined. Scantily clad hookers threw themselves at pimps and other men, or each other. She watched them perform every sex act imaginable, to the worse sort of men imaginable. And girl-on-girl action was the norm, not the exception.

“What have they done to these poor, abused girls?” she asked. “They have totally corrupted their minds, bodies and values.”

There were thousands of scantily clad young, beautiful women in attendance. Ms Americana was shocked so many showed up, for the ratio of women to men was easily ten to one. Not all of them were actual hookers. It was a popular event for local coeds to attend as well, sort of a too naughty to pass up rite of passage on many campuses. And, of course, pimps and hookers from out of town came in for the event as well.

“I wonder how many of those daredevil women would have vanished into white slavery tonight if I hadn’t showed up?”

Ms Americana watched for hours, until about 2AM, when Dragon Queen stood up from her throne on the raised stage. She made a motion and all the hotel staff was ushered out of the ballroom. The crowd was smaller now, with mostly just the adventurous, young coeds having left, so most of the remaining crowd was pimps, hookers, porn stars and the like. And white slavers. Sex industry people.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Dragon Queen said in her thick Asian accent. “My friends!” They cheered and waved. “It is time for the piece de résistance! The Auction!”

Ms Americana tensed up. She sucked in her breath sharply, the moment she’d been expecting, the moment she that would bring Dragon Queen and many of the city’s most notorious pimps down. Then a line of young women was led out onto the stage in front of Dragon Queen and King Pimp, and forced to parade down a long catwalk into the heart of the lusty audience. The girls looked confused and frightened. Ms Americana recognized a few of them as adventurous attendees.

“So that’s why I couldn’t find where Dragon Queen was stashing her captives,” Ms Americana said, eyes flashing. “She’s been kidnapping the innocent girls that were foolish enough to attend. The insidious bitch!”

Once all the girls had been paraded before the leering audience, they were gathered to one side of the stage and led out one at a time by burly goons working for Dragon Queen. Ms Americana watched as the first dozen girls were auctioned off to pimps and madams, and as cash exchanged hands.

“That’s quite enough,” she muttered, too enraged by what she witnessed to take any more. She knew who bought the coeds, and they would be dealt with after she caught Dragon Queen. So, rushing through the kitchen doors and out into the ballroom, she raced up to, and leapt upon, the end of the long catwalk. “Halt! This abomination is over, miscreants! Dragon Queen, I place you under arrest for trafficking in white slavery.”

The ballroom was deathly silent as everyone gawked at the beautiful super heroine standing high above and amidst them. Ms Americana struck her patented super heroine pose – chin high, arms akimbo and hip jutting to one side. And she knew she was quite a sight in her skimpy red, white and blue bikini, red calf boots and gloves, tiara and star-spangled blue mask. And that golden power belt that set her head and shoulders above them all, and made her a super heroine of the first order.

“Oh, poo,” Dragon Queen said, frowning. “Will someone rid me of this annoying woman?”

“Not likely, Dragon Queen. I am the Queen of Justice,” Ms Americana said proudly. “No one here is a match for my strength and resolve. So I suggest you surrender now, so it will go easier on you.”

“No!” the crowd cried.

Before she understood that the crowd would rise up to defend their sinister heroine, Dragon Queen, someone seized the stiletto heel of her left boot. He pulled it with all his strength, and toppled the Queen of Justice. Ms Americana landed on her shapely rump with a surprised yelp.

“Get her!” a woman cried from the crowd.

Waves of angry men and women swarmed up onto the catwalk, and piled atop Ms Americana. She screamed in frustrated rage, unable to move. Barely able to breathe. In fact, it took almost ten minutes for Dragon Queen’s goons to sort them all out and get their hands on Ms Americana. And the first thing they did was remove her power belt, leaving her helpless and struggling between two burly goons.

“How wonderful,” Dragon Queen cooed. “I have another super heroine to tame and sell into white slavery.”

Eyes flashing, Ms Americana stood as tall as she could while being held by the goons, and said, “You won’t get away with this, Dragon Queen. There are too many witnesses. If you don’t release me now and surrender, then you will pay dearly for what you have done.”

“You are right, Ms Ameri-twit,” she said. “There are too many witnesses to keep this secret, or for there to be any doubt I am responsible for your capture and fall. I will have to move to another city after tonight.” She smiled wickedly at Ms Americana. “But first, we’ll have some fun!”

The crowd cheered.

“First, we will auction off the honor of being the one to UNMASK Ms Americana!” Dragon Queen declared. Ms Americana’s blood froze. She stared at Dragon Queen in horror. “Happy Halloween, Ms Americana! The TRICK we pull on you will be our TREAT.”

The crowd of pimps and hookers went wild. This was a dream of theirs, to defeat and unmask Ms Americana and other goodie-goodie super heroines. The helpless heroine struggled in the goons’ grasp, but was unable to break free.

“You won’t get away with this,” Ms Americana cried.

“Neither will you, Ameri-tits,” Dragon Queen said as she stepped up close. She caressed the super heroine’s smooth cheeks, then traced the edge of her mask with a long, delicate finger. “Soon, you will be kneeling before your master and pimp, servicing him and anyone else he orders you to fuck.” She cupped both of Ms Americana’s titanic 44DD tits, gave them a squeeze, then locked eyes with her. “You don’t believe it now, but you will be a devoted, obedient slave whore for some lucky man or woman.”

“Ugh!” Ms Americana cried as her top was ripped off. “How dare you expose me like this!” She struggled in vain again, then with eyes flashing, “These miscreants aren’t worthy of looking upon me naked.”

“Damn,” King Pimp said, walking up to them. “That was rude, don’t you think?”

The crowd screamed, “YES!”

So he backhanded Ms Americana so hard her knees buckled. It took a few seconds to regain her senses and her feet, though the goons never let her fall.

“I will conduct the auction to unmask the Mighty Queen of Justice,” King Pimp declared. “I expect my Queen, Dragon Queen, would like to bid on the honor herself.”

“Ha ha! You know me too well, King Pimp,” Dragon Queen said, stepping back.

“The proceeds of the auction will go toward next year’s Monster Ball,” King Pimp said to more cheers. “As well as the proceeds of Ms Americana’s ultimate sale tonight, since you all know we aren’t going to let this delicious morsel of feminine sweetness go.”

Once again, the crowd went wild with wicked pleasure. Ms Americana was aghast. She understood the animosity expressed by the pimps, but the hookers should be supporting her. She was, after all, trying to save them and help keep future young women from falling under the power of these horrible, manipulative men. But just from the faces she could see, the women seemed more enraged than the pimps and other men.

King Pimp seized one of Ms Americana’s massive mammaries in hand and lifted it. “Let’s start the bidding at ten thousand dollars!”

“Ten thousand,” Dragon Queen said.

“Eleven thousand!” Kid Rotten called.

“Twelve,” Madam Peirot called, owner of a brothel on the outskirts of Delta City, not to mention numerous strip clubs and “massage” parlors throughout the city and state.

“Fifteen,” Dragon Queen said.

Quickly, it became a bidding war between the notorious pimp Kid Rotten and Dragon Queen. Both had ample reason to want to be the one to ultimately unmasked and destroyed Ms Americana.

Finally, “Twenty-five thousand dollars!” Dragon Queen bid, and no one else stepped up.

“SOLD!” King Pimp said. He gave Ms Americana’s tit a painful squeeze. “Sold to Dragon Queen for twenty-five thousand.”

The crowd cheered as Dragon Queen stepped back up to Ms Americana. The captured super heroine writhed in the arms of the goons, unable to break their iron-like grasps on her upper arms. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, clawed at thin air, all in vain. Her impressive, globular white tits bounced and jostled to the crowd’s amazement and lecherous joy, while her long black hair flew in every direction.

After a few minutes, though, the exhausted super heroine ceased her struggles and glared at Dragon Queen through tousled black hair. Her blue eyes blazed as she breathed harshly through clenched teeth.

“I will not submit to you, Dragon Queen, or anyone else,” Ms Americana declared defiantly.

“Good,” Dragon Queen said. “I enjoy breaking spirited women, especially arrogant, self-righteous super heroines.”

“Really?” Ms Americana said, eyes lighting up with triumph. “Break this!”

Ms Americana surprised the two goons by lifting up both feet as high as she could, then driving them back down, stiletto heels first. She drove her stilettos into the unprotected feet of her captors to devastating affect. Both goons cried out in shock and pain, then released her as they fell aside in agony.

Ms Americana didn’t hesitate. Dragon Queen was stunned into inaction by her brilliant escape. So she attacked the hated white slaver. The super heroine’s first right cross took the beautiful white slaver by surprise.

“Ooofff,” Dragon Queen cried, falling back. Ms Americana pressed her advantage, sending a thrust kick into the Asian villain’s flat belly. “Uuupphhhh!”

“Not so much fun now, eh, Dragon Queen?”

“Bitch, you will pay dearly for that,” Dragon Queen said, now on one knee before her hated foe.

Ms Americana answered by kicking the lovely white slaver in the face.

“I am the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana!” she declared to the stunned ballroom. She turned completely around, to glare defiantly at them all. “I am undefeated and invincible. Surrender now, or suffer the consequences.”

“Bah! The only thing we will suffer is your insufferable arrogance,” Dragon Queen snarled, and lashed out with a foot. The long, sharp stiletto of her red pump struck Ms Americana square on the ankle. “You’re going down, Ameri-bitch!”

“Aaaiiieeee,” Ms Americana cried, stumbling away and dropping to one knee.

The pain of the blow radiated up her leg like a white hot poker. For a split second she totally forgot her predicament, forgot Dragon Queen, and forgot the uncounted legions of sex industry riff-raff surrounding her. All she knew was intense pain. Then she heard the tap-tapping of stilettos on the catwalk tiles.

Ms Americana looked up and around just in time to receive Dragon Queen’s vicious kick to the face. She tumbled to her back, light and darkness flashing behind her eyes. Dragon Queen kicked her in the side a few times, and once in the rump, before the super heroine regained her senses and rolled to her feet.

“You look a bit wobbly, Ameri-twit,” Dragon Queen said, smirking. “I love defeating arrogant super heroines, and then breaking their wills.” Her dark eyes flashed with carnal lust. “I can still hear the screams I got from Azure Angel last week, and recall how lustily she licked the red thigh boots I wore later that night. And how hungrily she lapped up the love juices out of my pussy. But, she was no different from Lady Midnight the week before that, or Hexanna two weeks before that, or even Jungle Babe before them all. They all were broken, tamed and made my sexual bitches, just before being sold into white slavery in faraway lands.”

“Great Liberty, a confession! And I will use that confession to drag you down, and cast you into prison for the rest of your unnatural life, Dragon Queen.”

Dragon Queen swung at Ms Americana’s face, missed and found herself in a most vulnerable position. Ms Americana seized her wrist and twisted it behind her back, forcing Dragon Queen to rise up on her tiptoes. Then Ms Americana threw an arm around the white slaver’s throat and smiled.

“Got you, miscreant,” she said. “How does it feel to be the captured one?”

“Not as bad as this feels,” she said, and slammed her head back into Ms Americana’s face.

“Ooofff,” she cried, releasing Dragon Queen and falling back.

A second later Dragon Queen had the super heroine’s wrist, and twisted it behind her back. But instead of wrapping an arm around Ms Americana’a neck as she did, the white slaver’s delicate hand slapped over her eyes. For a second, Ms Americana feared she would try to gorge out her eyes. But then long, delicate fingers curled, driving long red nails up under the edge of her blue mask with the white stars.

“NO!”

“Behold the true identity of Ms Americana!” Dragon Queen declared and pulled off the mask.

Stunned into immobility, Ms Americana stared wild-eyed at the cheering crowd of pimps, hookers and white slavers. Dragon Queen punching her once, twice, three times in the kidneys, driving the captured Queen of Justice to her knees.

“There is only room for one Queen! And that’s me -- DRAGON QUEEN!”

“The Queen of Justice is dethroned!” King Pimp called. He removed Ms Americana’s tiara and placed it on Dragon Queen’s head. “Long live the Queen of Injustice! Dragon Queen!”

Seizing Ms Americana by her silky black hair, Dragon Queen showed off her trophy and declared, “Ms Americana is dead! And tonight, that goodie-two-shoe, get into everyone else’s business philanthropist Ms BRENDA WADE takes up a new career – WHORE!”

The vanquished super heroine watched in horror as the crowd of her mortal enemies went wild with evil glee. Her stomach twisted in upon itself, for she now knew she was not only defeated by her most hated enemies, but was about to be forced to join them! She would be forced to SERVE them.

“I have an idea,” King Pimp said. Everyone quieted down. “Instead of selling her off tonight, to live the rest of her life as a whore in some foreign country, I suggest we make her work for us for one year.”

“Yes,” Kid Rotten said. “There are only twenty pimps and madams here tonight, so divide her time up between us for the next year. That way we each have a couple of weeks to make some money whoring Ms Americana.”

“Then I get her back at next year’s Monster Ball,” Dragon Queen said. “To sell into white slavery.” She released Brenda’s hair, letting her collapse at her feet.

“I’m first,” King Pimp said, seizing the beautiful, vanquished heroine by the hair and dragging her after him.

“Mercy!” Ms Americana cried.

But they weren’t in a merciful mood. King Pimp dragged her back to his throne through the stunned, expectant quiet of the ballroom. Then he pulled off her bikini bottoms, tossing them to the sudden voracious crowd. She watched part of her beloved, and highly respected, costume being torn to shreds for little trophies by the crowd.

“Too funny,” King Pimp cried, and then sat upon his throne.

He pulled Ms Americana onto his lap, forcing her to straddle him as she faced him. She felt his enormous cock straining at his pants beneath her own twat. To her horror, though, she discovered she was already wet and leaving a wet spot on his purple slacks.

King Pimp pulled his twelve inch cock out to gasps by Ms Americana and the crowd. Dragon Queen, just three steps away and curled up happily upon her adjacent throne, just smirked at Ms Americana’s shock and awe.

“Let it be known far and wide, that this cock is the one that broke Jungle Babe and Azure Angel,” King Pimp said. “My thanks to Dragon Queen for letting me participate both of those times. And tonight, I will cock whip the mighty Ms Americana into submission!”

“No, thank YOU. It was a pleasure watching a master at work,” Dragon Queen said. “So, without further ado, let the taming of Ms Americana begin!”

“This is all wrong!” Ms Americana cried. “I’m a super heroine. This isn’t supposed to happen to me.” She struggled, but King Pimp’s grips on her wrists were unbreakable without her power belt. “I never lose. I’m a SUPERIOR woman! No mere man can do this to me.”

“Superior woman?” King Pimp said. “I’ve heard you say that many times. Now it is time to prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“Yes, but providing a SUPERIOR fuck.”

He released her wrists, just to seize her tiny waist. Ms Americana was lifted up, and brought down upon his foot long cock. She twisted and writhed, thwarting his attempts to impale her upon his rod for several long moments, but it wasn’t going to last. Everyone knew it but Ms Americana.

“Oh!” she cried when the head of his massive black cock slipped into her slit. He immediately lowered her so she couldn’t wiggle off. “Wait, this isn’t right…,” and he released her weight completely, letting her body weight push her down upon his cock, “Oooooooooo.”

Ms Americana’s body reacted immediately to being penetrated. It had been so long since anyone touched her intimately she barely recalled what it felt like. But she knew it was never like this. He had a monster cock to shame a horse. It filled her like nothing ever had before, not even her big naughty dildo she used when on a rare vacation and there was no chance of Ms Americana being needed.

Back arched, she threw back her head and groaned as she dug her gloved fingers into King Pimp’s shoulders. Her toes curled up and her legs straightened to point straight behind King Pimp. And that was only the first five inches of cock.

“Great Liberty!”

“Woooo, this bitch is TIGHT,” King Pimp said.

A strange feeling deep in her chest formed. Ms Americana gasped and groaned as he pulled her up, and then pushed her back down his cock. She tried to think, but his massive cock completely ruled her world.

“Oh, please, don’t make me do this,” she whispered to the huge pimp.

“I have to,” he said.

“I’ll do anything you ask if you don’t do this,” she said. “I can pay ransom.”

“Dragon Queen and I will loot your personal fortune over the next year anyway,” he said, gloating.

“I’ll be your girlfriend then.”

“After I finish with you here, you’ll be more than my girlfriend. You’ll be my BITCH.”

King Pimp drove his cock deeper into her vulnerable twat. Her whole body was tingling now. She was gasping and crying out with every thrust. Dragon Queen uncurled off her throne and joined them. Coming up from behind, she reached around and raked long red nails down and across Ms Americana’s 44DDs. At the same time, she kissed and nibbled at the vanquished super heroine’s neck and ear.

“Great Liberty, please don’t let them break me like this,” she cried as he drove even deeper and Dragon Queen thrust her hot, wet tongue into her ear.

King Pimp started pumping her more intensely, the full foot of his cock sliding in and out of her at an incredible rate. Wild-eyed, Ms Americana just clutched at his shoulders and panted, incapable of coherent thought now. At that time, Dragon Queen started toying with one of her erect, hypersensitive nipples, while the other hand dropped to her twat. She ran her delicate, long nailed fingers through Ms Americana’s bikini waxed, close cropped pubic mound, then thrust one finger into her slit.

“Oooooooooo, ahhhhhhhhhh,” Ms Americana gasped when Dragon Queen started massaging her clitoris while King Pimp fucked the shit out of her. And it was more than the former Queen of Justice could endure. Ten seconds later, a mind numbing orgasm ravaged her shapely body. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

King Pimp didn’t stop just because she climaxed. He kept right on fucking her, even intensified the speed he was fucking her at. And Dragon Queen kept up her efforts on her clit, while starting to finger fuck her asshole. That opened up her tits for King Pimp to suck on and lick and nibble. Five minutes. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes. All the while, Ms Americana’s luscious body was being devastated by orgasm after orgasm. They were leaving her mindless in ecstasy.

“Great Liberty, what are you? A machine?”

“Yes,” he said, chuckling, and started fucking her even harder.

“Wait,” Dragon Queen said. “Turn her around.”

Suddenly, they both stopped tormenting her body. She had an overwhelming need to go to sleep. Ms Americana had never been so exhausted, so spent body and soul. She barely felt her body being lifted off the monster cock, turned around and lowered. But she came fully awake and aware when his massive dick penetrated her asshole.

“Stoooppppppp!”

Too late. King Pimp was in, and started fucking her in earnest. Stunned and in intense pain, Ms Americana arched her back and leaned back against him. He reached around and began playing with her bouncing tits. Meanwhile, Dragon Queen stripped out of her crimson gown and stepped up close.

“So beautiful,” Dragon Queen whispered as she cupped Ms Americana’s face in both hands. “This is the part of the job I love best.”

Dragon Queen leaned in and locked eyes with Ms Americana.

“Please,” Ms Americana whispered, begged.

Dragon Queen’s shimmering red lips parted slightly as she lowered them to Ms Americana’s full red lips. Both women moaned in pleasure as their lips met, Ms Americana’s lips opened, and they pressed into the deep, open mouth kiss. To her shock, Ms Americana enjoyed the sexy feel of their lipstick kiss, so warm, so passionate, so…so…RIGHT.

Ms Americana climaxed yet again.

Once again, King Pimp fucked the helpless heroine forever. Five minutes in, and Dragon Queen’s released her from the kiss, and began kissing her way down Ms Americana’s spectacular body. After another ten minutes kissing, nibbling, licking and sucking on Americana’s 44DDs, she kissed her way down her belly to the Promised Land.

“Mmmmmm,” Dragon Queen said as she buried her mouth and face in Ms Americana’s sopping wet twat. “Delicious.”

For the next hour, the pimp and white slaver unraveled Ms Americana’s world, stomped her self-image into the mud, and totally destroyed any hint of will power. When King Pimp finally shot his wad up Americana’s ass, she was beyond saving. There wasn’t even a hint of resistance when she was turned around and ordered to lick and suck him clean. Indeed, she performed the act with enthusiasm.

The next morning, after each and every pimp and madam participating had their way with Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Dragon Queen stood over the defeated super heroine and gloated. She knelt before her mistress and trembled, both from dread and past sexual abuse. She was completely naked now. Every piece of her costume had been auctioned off.

“What now, Mistress Dragon Queen,” Brenda Wade asked docilely.

“Are you prepared to sign over your considerable personal fortune to me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you prepared to turn Flag Girl over to me?”

With only the slightest of hesitations, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Who is she, and where can I find her?”

Brenda licked her sore lips, glanced up into the unmerciful eyes of her conqueror, “She is Lydia Willis, my ward, Mistress. She is in class today, at the University.”

“Excellent, slave,” Dragon Queen said. “You are truly broken and tamed. And now you will go with King Pimp, to start your year of prostitution, and repay all the trouble you caused the pimps and hookers of the city for sixteen long years.”

A leash and collar were placed around her slender throat, and the other end of the leash given to King Pimp. Brenda swallowed hard, and rose up gracefully to her feet. King Pimp led her down the long catwalk as the pimps, hookers and white slavers looked up in awe and pleasure. She was led through the legions of her enemies, to start a new life of sexual servitude and domination.

As they passed through the exit, Dragon Queen cried, “Happy Halloween, everyone!”

THE END