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MS LIBERTY: LADYKILLER
By Dark One

	Ladykiller walked slowly into the mini-mansion’s Great Room.  The air was 
brisk after leaving the 100 degree plus Texas air outside.  He wasn’t used 
to such high temperatures, though being from New Orleans gave him an 
understanding of what heat meant.  Unfortunately, Dallas had both heat and 
humidity since a rain storm went through the day before.
	The room was filled with men.  Hard looking men.  They were evenly divided 
between Black, White and Hispanic.  They were also evenly divided between 
tough looking street pushers and nattily attired pimps.
	“You the man called Ladykiller?” a gaunt-faced Hispanic man asked.
	He turned toward the pusher, since he appeared to be their spokesman.
	“I’m Ladykiller,” he said.  Ladykiller was a large black man, with a big 
afro.  “I understand you have a problem that needs my special talent.”
	“Maybe,” he said.  “I’m not convinced you can do it.”
	Ladykiller raised an eyebrow and frowned.  If they wasted his time by 
calling him up here and then changed their minds he would rip them all new 
assholes.  Then he would punish them.
	“Easy Pablo,” a heavy set pimp said.  The pimp was extremely black, almost 
true black.  And big.  Easily seven feet tall.  “We’re not going to give Mr. 
Ladykiller here a single red cent until he proves he can do the job.”
	Ladykiller smiled.  He was used to this.  Tests were easy.  The actual act 
of capturing a Super Heroine was just as easy.  The only hard part was 
getting to the victim.
	“I assume that means you want a demonstration of my unique gift, Mr. Jamz,” 
he said to the giant pimp.  “Bring her out.”
	“You anticipated this,” Mr. Jamz said warily.
	“Everyone tests me first.”
	“It won’t be an easy test,” Mr. Jamz said, now leaning forward.  “I brought 
my hardest, most streetwise and cynical working girl.  Foxy Lyons won’t be a 
pushover, Mr. Ladykiller.”
	“Neither will the woman I brought,” a muscle bound white man said.  He was 
a hard looking man, but one of the better dressed pushers.  Joe Avers was a 
major drug distributor in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex.  In some ways, he 
had more to lose than all the others combined.  “I brought a super model.  
Adrianna Lumus.”
	Ladykiller’s eyebrow rose again.  The morning news was full of the story 
about Adrianna Lumus’ disappearance.  Apparently she was in town to visit a 
friend, some rich bitch named Anita Peters, a former Miss Texas, Miss Teen 
Texas and currently a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader.  The Brazilian super model 
vanished two days back, some said in a drug buy gone bad.  She was rumored 
to be heavy into Ecstasy.
	“You believe just because she is rich and famous she can resist me?” he 
said, bemused.
	“That, and extremely distraught and frightened,” Joe said.  “She probably 
believes she will be killed.  Let’s see you calm her down, and then seduce 
her.  Then I’ll be convinced.”
	“Bring them on, boys,” Ladykiller said.  “I’m impatient to get started.  I 
have a thriving business to run back in New Orleans.”
	That he did.  He was New Orleans’ premier pimp.  He had the reputation of 
being able to deliver any woman a man might want.  A well deserved 
reputation.
	Mr. Jamz nodded and a hard, thuggish looking man headed down the hall 
towards the back rooms.  A few moments later they heard the sound of highly 
strained female voices.  A few of the men grinned, knowing it would be very 
difficult to even reason with such upset women, much less seduced them into 
the absolute obedience he promised.
	Ladykiller was unconcerned.
	“Hey!  Hands off, dickweed,” a distinctively black voice said loudly.  “You 
better learn some respect.”
	“Down the hall, Foxy.  Mr. Jamz wants you,” the thug said.
	“About time,” she said indignantly.
	Then another door opened, and “Come with me, woman.”
	“To Hell with you!” an even more distinctively foreign voice said.  The 
fiery Brazilian super model threw something, because Ladykiller heard it hit 
the wall.  Then the thug grabbed her.  “Let go of me, you moron!  Do you 
know who I am?  I’m a Victoria’s Closet model.  People will be looking for 
me, and you will be in big trouble when they find me, too.”
	Foxy entered the room first, looking back over her shoulder and grinning 
evilly.  She was tall, with long blonde, straightened hair.  Ladykiller was 
surprised, because she looked like the lead singer of Destiny’s Children, 
Beyoncé Knots.  She wore an autumn yellow wrap around dress that was low cut 
and came open with just a tug on the bow tie and gold pumps.  Her jewelry 
was big silver hoop earrings and silver bangles on both wrists.  Foxy 
entered the Great Room with a saucy strut, headed straight for Mr. Jamz.
	Adrianna came into the room kicking and screaming threats.  She was a tall, 
slim woman with a dark complexion, big blue eyes and long, straight brown 
hair.  Beautiful beyond belief, she also owned a major rack as well.  A 
requirement to become a Victoria’s Closet lingerie and swimsuit model.  Her 
fabulous body was sheathed in a skin tight leather micro mini and calf boots 
with tall stiletto heels.  She wore no jewelry save chandelier earrings.
	Ladykiller just crossed his arms and watched as Foxy strutted past him.  
She made it two steps past him before she came to a sudden stop, eyes wide.  
She slowly turned and ran hungry eyes up and down him.  Then she swallowed 
hard and licked full lips.  Her first step toward him was shaky, and the 
hand she extended was trembling.
	“I…I….am …Foxy,” she said.  “I love you.”
	“I know you do,” he said, nodding knowingly.  “You may kneel beside me.”
	“Thank you.”
	To everyone’s astonishment, the street-hardened whore knelt beside 
Ladykiller and wrapped her arms around his leg.  She knelt there in perfect 
bliss, rubbing her face up and down his thigh.
	“Bring Adrianna over here,” Ladykiller said, his eyes narrowing.  She was a 
fiery one.  Such passion.  Such fight.  He would make a fortune off selling 
her body.  “Bring her to me.”
	“You?  Who are you?” she cried.  She looked him over, screwed up her face 
and spat at his feet.  Then, suddenly, his hyperactive male pheromones 
washed over her and her eyes softened.  “Oh, Mother of God, you are so 
beautiful.”
	“No, you are beautiful, my sweet Adrianna,” he said, caressing her silky 
soft cheek.  She melted into his arms and hugged him in quiet desperation.  
“Good girl.”
	“Make love to me,” Adrianna whispered.
	“No me,” Foxy said, standing angrily.  She pulled Adrianna off of him, and 
pushed her back onto Mr. Jamz’s lap.  “He’s mine, go get your own man, 
bitch.”
	“No!  He’s mine!”
	“Stop!” Ladykiller said forcefully.  The two women froze; big worried eyes 
turned his way.  Both began to tremble, terrified they had angered him.  
That he would leave them.  “You are both my woman.  And my women all get 
along.  They love each other.  In fact, if I learn either of you is 
incapable of that, then I will cast you away from me.”
	“NO!” the cried in unison.
	“Then prove it,” he said.  “Make love to each other.  Right there on the 
floor.”
	Neither woman hesitated.  The men gawked and fidgeted, eyes almost bugging 
out as the two beauties stripped each other while in a fierce lip lock.  
Then they spend a moment fondling and kissing, and quickly maneuvered 
themselves into the classic 69 position.  And they went to town, so to 
speak.
	“You’re the man,” Mr. Jamz said, eyes alight.  “Wow.”
	“I get to keep both of these women, and Ms Liberty, of course,” Ladykiller 
said.  “In addition to the fee we agreed upon.”
	The men hesitated.  He knew they really wanted to get their hands on Ms 
Liberty.  Payback was a mother fucker.  But he wanted her in one piece.  
Beaten and broken women didn’t earn much in the sex trade business.  He 
liked his prostitutes beautiful and flawless.  He had a reputation to 
uphold, after all.  Only the best, most beautiful women worked for 
Ladykiller.
	“Mr. Jamz!” another thug said, rushing into the Great Room.  “We just 
spotted Ms Liberty outside snooping around.”
	“Do we have an agreement?” Ladykiller said.  “Or do I leave you to deal 
with the angry Super Heroine?”
	The pimps and pushers all looked at each other across the room.  They 
nodded agreement.  Then Mr. Jamz handed over a briefcase to Ladykiller.  He 
opened it to reveal it packed with one hundred dollar bills.  The payment.
	“Then we have a deal,” Ladykiller said.  “Let her in.”
#                    #                    #
	Ms Liberty glanced around.  No one was to be seen outside, anywhere on the 
street.  The midday sun beat down on her bare head and shoulders 
mercilessly.  The skimpy red, white and blue costume offered little respite, 
leaving her shoulders bare above the blue, star-spangled bikini top, with 
the red and white vertically stripped corset beneath that and the blue 
bikini bottoms, which had a single white star centered in front and three 
star on her shapely hiney.  Her thigh boots where blue as well, with the 
Lone Star of Texas centered on the top front of each boot.  Her silken opera 
gloves where white, while her choker and mask were red.
	Ms Liberty was not an Amazon, but a FEM fighter.  She possessed no Power 
like so many Super Heroines.  Her only “power” was super strength, given to 
her by wearing the golden power belt around her tiny waist.  The Force 
Energization and Manifestation (FEM) belt intensified her strength and 
endurance to over ten times that of a man, while at the same time provide a 
force shield against projectile weapons.
	The gorgeous FEM fighter turned sapphire blue eyes up toward the bedroom 
windows of the second floor.  That was the most likely place to stash a 
kidnapped super model in that house.  She frowned and stood up to her full 
five foot eleven, plus five inch heels.  Her friend, Adrianna, could be up 
there.  She had to be extra careful Adrianna didn’t get hurt.
	“What happened, Adrianna?” she whispered, shaking her long, silky black 
mane out of her masked, cover girl face.  She had arranged to meet her 
friend in a club that night.  They would dance the night away.  But she had 
to go to a charity fund raiser to feed the homeless that Adrianna didn’t 
want to be bored with.  Then somehow, between the time they parted and Anita 
reached the club, Adrianna was kidnapped by drug pushers.  “I don’t 
understand, she doesn’t take drugs.  Not that I know of, anyway.”
	Taking a deep breath, she chided herself for dwelling on that mystery.  
She’d learn the truth AFTER Adrianna was safe and her abductors were behind 
bars.  First she had to find Adrianna and save her.
	“Lil Joe said I’d find her here, or at least the man responsible for 
kidnapping her,” Ms Liberty muttered.  Her snitch was usually pretty 
reliable.  He hadn’t failed her yet.
	Since she had no Power, so couldn’t fly, she couldn’t get to the second 
floor without going in the first.  There was no sneaking in, either.  The 
number of Escalades, Mercedes, Land Rovers and muscle cars said the house 
was full.  And then there was the big black Class A camper bus full of buxom 
young women and Louisiana plates.  So there was nothing to do but rush in 
and take control of the situation quickly.
	“Hang on, Adrianna, I’m coming,” she said as she approached the front door. 
  She checked the two shiny golden power braces on her wrists.  The right 
one was a stunner, the left an additional shield if they possessed anything 
bigger than a pistol or rifle.
	Ms Liberty kicked the door in.
	BAM!
	She rushed in and took up a defensive position five steps inside, and 
facing the Great Room.  The room was filled with surprised men.  She 
recognized most of them as the Metroplex’s most notorious pushers and pimps. 
  Apparently, they were adding kidnapping to their list of crimes.
	“Halt, miscreants!  I am Ms Liberty, and you are under arrest,” she 
commanded with authority.  Her blue eyes flashed at them, then fell upon the 
two women 69ing each other with wild abandon.  “Adrianna!”
	Several men raise pistols and fired.
	Tat! Tat! Tat!
	The bullets ricochet off, smashing into walls and windows around her.  Then 
men charge in, screaming angrily, faces full of rage and hate.  She extended 
her right arm, delicate hand splayed wide and pointed at the heart of the 
gang charging her.  With her left hand, she pressed a button and a red light 
enveloped her hand, then shot out.  Her wide spread fingers directed the 
stunner beam, spreading it wide to strike all the charging men down.
	They fell to the floor groaning.  The stunner beam was too dispersed to 
knock any of them completely out.  But it stopped them and that was enough.
	“Give it up, miscreants and vile kidnappers,” she growled.  “You’ve met 
your match in Ms Liberty.  And I can assure you this time your dirty lawyers 
won’t save you from prison.”
	“Yeah?  But whose gonna save you, Ms Liber-bitch?” Joe said, then tossed a 
large vase in a high arch to come down atop her head.
	She frowned, shaking her head.  Ms Liberty wouldn’t be taken out that 
easily.  How did those men last so long?  But then she was startled by more 
men charging her behind gunfire and angry threats.  Once again, she fired 
her stunner and struck them down.
	Then the vase smashed over her head.
	“Oh,” she said, dropping to one thigh booted knee.  Though dazed, she was 
not out.  Far from it.  Her FEM belt gave her super strength and endurance.  
But the blow to her head was brutal, and she’d need a few seconds to 
recover.  And they were not going to give her those few seconds.  More men 
were charging her, so she raised her left arm and pressed the button, 
activating an intense shield.  When they ran into it, they were stunned.  
Except for one, who got in just before she activated.  “Uuuugggghhhhhhh!”
	He drove into her like a NFL linebacker, placing his broad shoulder right 
into her diaphragm.  The two of them flew out the door, and rolled to a halt 
in the front yard.  Her breath exploded out upon impact, leaving her stunned 
and gasping for air.
	Unfortunately, he wasn’t affected by the tackle at all.
	“Ha!  I took the bitch down,” he said, and hammered a dozen quick punches 
into her exposed belly.  He reached down and seized the blue, star-spangled 
bikini top between her massive 42DDs.  “I claim the prize.”
	“No!” she cried, suddenly placing a booted foot upon his chest and snapped 
her leg straight out.  He was hurled straight back into the stone wall 
beside the door, then crumbled into a motionless pile.  Her top still 
clutched in his hand.  “Oh…YOU!”
	Crossing her arms before her naked and bouncing tits, Ms Liberty staggered 
to her feet.  She was still a little breathless, but angry enough to ignore 
the fact.  Breathing hard, blue eyes blazing, she stalked back towards the 
front door.  Men waited, but not very confidently despite aiming pistols at 
her.
	“Surrender, or suffer the consequences of your decisions, vile miscreants,” 
she growled as she neared them, pointing her right hand with the stunner at 
them.  They backed away, and she entered the house again, 42DD bouncing 
enticingly with every step.  “Throw your guns down.  They're useless against 
me anyways.”
	“Do as she says,” Mr. Jamz said staring at her naked tits.
	The men reluctantly, slowly complied.  Once they dropped their guns they 
backed up against the wall and let her pass.  Ms Liberty went straight into 
the Great Room, to find Foxy and Adrianne still going at each other like sex 
starved minx.
	“Adrianna!  You can stop now,” she said, alarmed.  When neither woman 
showed any sign of stopping, she marched over to them.  She would pull the 
black woman off Adrianna, and then her friend would return to normal.  The 
big black man with the afro smiled at her, but she ignored him as she bent 
over the two women.  “My God, Adrianna, you know what this will do 
to….to….your rep…,” she looked up at Ladykiller with big blue eyes, “Oh, who 
are you?”
	Pure, unadulterated lust consumed her.  Never had she felt that way.  Never 
had she NEEDED that much.  She wanted to kiss him.  She wanted to hold him 
tight.  Ms Liberty wanted to make love all day and night, and have his 
babies.
	“Your new master.”
	His voice was like a hammer to the head.  A very small part of her, which 
was dying quickly, was screaming in alarm.  She understood something was 
terribly wrong.  Ms Liberty understood the impossible was about to happen.
	Ms Liberty was defeated.  Conquered without a fight.
	She smiled sweetly.  “I love you.”
	“I know.”
	Ms Liberty looked up into his eyes.  She had to make him love her.  
Anything he wanted was his.  He would be denied nothing.
	“Make love to me,” she whispered.  “I’ll do anything you ask.”
	“Good girl,” Ladykiller said, smiling cruelly.  “Take off your bottoms.”
	Ms Liberty quickly stripped off the offending bottoms.  Ladykiller 
immediately reached down and started caressing her throbbing twat.  She 
placed her gloved hands upon his broad shoulders and groaned with pleasure.  
Within seconds her neatly trimmed, bikini waxed cunt was wet with an erotic 
heat swelling up from it to consume her entire body.
	“Oh, master” she moaned.  “Take me.  I’m yours.”
	His hands rose up to her 42DDs.  Ladykiller cupped them, tested their 
weight, then bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
	“Ooooooo, yes.”
	His hands and mouth on her breasts felt so good.  So right.  Ms Liberty 
felt her large breasts becoming engorged, the skin taut over the larger 
tits.  And her nipples became more and more sensitive as he sucked, lick and 
rolled them between his thick fingers.  In less than a minute her nipples 
were rock hard, and she felt the first drop of pussy juices start to slide 
down her inner thigh.
	As Ladykiller enjoyed her 42DDs, Ms Liberty was beginning to loose it.  So 
much so fast.  Her twat was aching to be used, erotic heat infused her whole 
body, and she needed release.  She began to rub her thighs together, all the 
while making little animal noises.
	Suddenly, eyes wide, “Oh my God!  I’m cumming,” she cried.  Then she threw 
her head back and screamed as the climax consumed her shapely body.  
“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
	Ladykiller stopped sucking on her tits, leaving her hanging weakly to his 
shoulders and leaning into him needily.  He looked around the room.  The 
pushers and pimps that had been suffering under her reign for nine years 
were just staring at them in astonishment.  Most of their jaws were hanging 
down.
	“Satisfied, gentlemen?” he said.
	“After we unmask and fuck her stupid,” Mr. Jamz said, regaining his senses.
	Ladykiller frowned.
	“Really?  Unmask her first?” he said.  “My experience shows men enjoy 
fucking Super Heroines more BEFORE they unmask them.  After Ms Liberty is 
unmasked, she will just be Betty Jo Baker, or whatever her name is.  She no 
longer would be Ms Liberty in your eyes or loins.”
	“He’s right,” Joe said.  “I want to fuck Ms Liberty, not some bimbo half 
out of a Ms Liberty costume.”
	“Ms Liberty,” Ladykiller said.  She looked up with big adoring blue eyes.  
“Now it is time for you to prove you are worthy of going away with me.”
	“I am worthy,” she said.  “I’ll do anything you ask.”
	“Good girl,” he said.  “Let us begin.”
	Ladykiller put her on all fours atop an ottoman.  Then Mr. Jamz came up 
behind her and Pablo moved up before her.  Both men unzipped and pulled out 
semi-erect cocks
	“Do you know who these two men are, Ms Liberty?” he asked.
	“Yes.  Pablo Gomez is a drug pusher I arrested five or six times, but keeps 
getting right back out,” she said, then glanced over her should.  “Mr. Jamz, 
real name Joseph Daley, is the top pimp in Fort Worth.  I never arrested 
him, but roughed him up once three years ago.  Mostly, though, I just roust 
the johns cruising around his streetwalkers.”
	“Good girl,” he said.  “Fuck and suck them dry.”
	“Okay.”
	Ms Liberty looked over her shoulder again as her right hand moved between 
her legs and pulled open the fleshy lips of her labia majora.  Mr. Jamz’s 
enormous black cock stiffened at the act.  He smiled cruelly, and moved 
closer.  He paused only to enjoy rubbing his rubbery cock head up and down 
her exposed slit a long moment, then pressed up against her vagina.
	“My victory fuck,” Mr. Jamz said as he pushed into her vagina.
	“Ooohhhhhhhhhh, baby,” she breathed, back arching.  
“Aaaahhhhhhh….Mmmppphhhhh!”
	Pablo couldn’t resist her mouth.  He wanted her shimmering red lips around 
his long shaft.  Her eyes went wide when he pushed into her mouth, but she 
didn’t resist.  When she cut her baby blues up he locked eyes with her and 
thrust deeper and deeper.  All the while, Mr. Jamz was slowly, stroke by 
stroke, driving deeper and deeper into her pussy.
	The two men quickly got a rhythm going.  Both thrust in at the same time, 
and pulled back at the same time.  It was great.  They quickly fired up her 
libido, and that sexy tingly heat burned deep within her belly.  Very 
quickly the heat turned to that rush to climax.  The two men seemed to sense 
her body’s change, and increased the pace of their fucking.
	“Mmmmmppphhhhhh!” she cried as she climaxed.
	Pablo lost it, pumping gobs of spunk into her mouth.  She swallowed and 
swallowed, and climaxed again.  Then again.
	“Look at her go!” Joe exclaimed.  “She’s a regular fuck machine.”
	“Super Heroines usually are,” Ladykiller said.  There was a look of utter 
bliss on Ms Liberty’s red masked face as Mr. Jamz rammed it home doggie 
style.  “I think it is because they are too stuck up and self-righteous, and 
then deny themselves sexual gratification.  They believe no man is good 
enough to touch them that way.”
	Joe stepped up and unzipped.  Within seconds Ms Liberty opened her eyes and 
licked her full red lips.  She gobbled him down immediately, hungrily.  The 
minor drug lord gasped and tensed, then buried his hands deep into her 
luxurious, silky black mane.
	“Oh, shit, she’s gives great head,” Joe said between gasps.
	“Mmmmmm,” she said, savoring the double team and the taste of Joe’s cock.
	“Damn!” Mr. Jamz groaned.  “I can….can’t hold it…..ahhhhhh.”
	When Mr. Jamz released his wad, Ms Liberty climaxed again.  She clinched 
and relaxed her pussy muscles over and over, milking the big pimp dry.  When 
he pulled out, another pimp replaced him.  Big B was a tall skinny Hispanic, 
with tattoos and piercing.  He only had a dozen girls, but he controlled 
prostitution in his area.
	Ms Liberty stayed atop that ottoman until every single one of the pimps, 
pushers and their bodyguard thugs had their turn on her.  Then Ladykiller 
put a leather collar around her neck and handed the leash to Foxy.
	“I put her in your capable hands, Foxy,” he said.  “When we get back to New 
Orleans, you will train her how to be a prostitute.”
	“My pleasure, lover,” Foxy said, beaming with pleasure.  He was taking her 
with him.  “I’ll make her the best whore in New Orleans.”
	“I know you will.”
	“What about me?” Adrianna said meekly.  “Aren’t you taking me, too?”
	“Of course I am,” Ladykiller said, his dark eyes raking her shapely body.  
“We’re going to have a great time together, when you're not walking the 
streets for me.”
	The beautiful Brazilian super model smiled brightly.
	“One last order of business,” Mr. Jamz said.  “Who is behind the mask?”
	Everyone turned to Ms Liberty, kneeling on the stool while Foxy held the 
leash fastened to the collar that now encircled her neck.  They all thought 
she never looked more beautiful, with jizm dripping down her inner thighs, 
as well as off her chin and onto her overlarge tits.  Spunk could be seen in 
her black hair as well.
	“Yes, indeed, who is the woman hiding behind the mask?” Ladykiller said, 
looking at her speculatively.  “Adrianna, take off her mask.”
	Ms Liberty’s eyes went wide.  Despite everything, she still understood 
losing the mask meant utter defeat.  She thought briefly about fighting, but 
knew instantly Ladykiller wouldn’t approve.  He might reject her if she 
fought the unmasking.  After all, he wanted to see her face as well.
	“Make it sexy,” Joe said.
	Adrianna sauntered over to Ms Liberty, who watched her warily.  The 
vanquished Super Heroine watched with a hammering heart.  She so wanted to 
either fight or run, but couldn’t.  She was defeated, and had to accept it.  
Had to accept her fate.  But what a fate -- Ladykiller’s lover!  She chose 
not to consider the fact she would be a whore most of the time.
	Adrianna moved up close.  She smiled wantonly, and then bent down to kiss 
Ms Liberty gently on the lips.  Then she licked off some of the cooling cum, 
while rubbing the jizm on Ms Liberty’s 42DDs all over her magnificent tits.  
They kissed deeply, passionately.  All the while, Adrianna’s hands crept up 
higher and higher.  Finally, she grasped both sides of the mask.
	“Ms Liberty is….,” Adrianna said dramatically, then pulled hard.  The 
double sided tape gave way, and the mask slowly peeled off.  “…is….Anita?”
	“Anita Peters!  The snooty Highland Park heiress,” Mr. Jamz said, and 
laughed.
	“Anita Peters?” Ladykiller said, smirking.  “Her name is I - needa - 
peters?”
	“Close enough, and she got a lot of peters today!” Pablo said, laughing.
	They all laughed.
	“Foxy, take her out to the bus, then you and Adrianne give her a vigorously 
sexy shower,” Ladykiller said.  “It’s time we left, and time for me to get 
to know Ms Peters more intimately.”  He watched the former Ms Liberty, Anita 
Peters, being led away on leash and collar, then turned to the assembled 
men.  “It’s been a PLEASURE doing business with you.  If you ever have Super 
Heroine troubles again, you know how to reach me.”

THE END