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MS AMERICANA: WRITER BEWARE
By Dark One
Brenda Wade sat at her computer, in her home office. It was early on a Friday afternoon. She'd left work at noon, for an extended
weekend. She was dressed comfortably --
for her, anyway -- in tight jeans, red tank top and red pumps.
Lydia was out of town -- Cancun -- with college girl
friends. So it was going to be one of
those rare weekends off for Ms Americana and her faithful sidekick, Flag Girl.
"So, I guess I'll go surfing," she said. For a lark, she decided to Google "Ms
Americana" and see what she pulled up.
Last time she tried, a couple years back, she'd discovered dozens of fan
sites she never knew about. Brenda was
much too busy as a rule to waste time on the internet. "Okay, let's go Googling."
She typed in Ms Americana in Advance Search, in the
"with the exact phrase" box.
And waited a grand total of five seconds. Then she started scrolling down through the
familiar sites dedicated to her and her heroic endeavors.
"What's that? Fanfic? Fan fiction
about me?" Brenda said, envisioning pages and pages of her glorious deeds
rehashed and dramatized for her adorning fans.
How exciting. "Let's check
it out."
She found a site with a list of authors. Brenda scrolled through the list of twenty
authors. She didn't recognize any of the
names. So she just clicked on a
name. Dark One. Then frowned.
What kind of titles were those?
Ms Americana: Sexcapades? Ms
Americana: Cat Scratch Fever? Ms
Americana: Criminal Behavior?
"Ms Americana: SUPER BIMBO! How dare him!" she cried, baby blues
flashing. She clicked on the link, and
began reading. She didn't get far. "Outrageous!"
By the end of the second story she read, Brenda's hands
were trembling. She never imagined
anyone could write stories like that, especially about HER. It had to end. She noticed he had a link to his blog, so
clicked on it. If she found more stories
there, she was going to explode. But
instead, at the top of the page, she read something that made her smile. Smile big.
"Gotcha!" she hissed. "You fool. You're on my turf now."
Dark One stated in his last blog entry, that he was going
to a Comic Convention in Delta City, as the Erotica Fan Writer Guest of
Honor. The convention started that very
day. And that whole "Erotica"
thing surprised her. There was NOTHING
erotic about the filth he wrote.
"I'm going to a convention tonight," Brenda said.
Brenda headed for her secret Ms Americana dressing
room. Within minutes she'd stripped out
of her jeans and tank, and was stepping into her red calf boots. Next came her red, white and blue bikini
bottoms -- half blue with white stars, half red and white strips. It matched the strapless bikini top she
pulled on next, then took a long minute to adjust and plump her 44DDs to get
them just right. After that, she put on
her blue choker, red star earrings, golden tiara and blue, star spangled mask. Then, after pulling on her red gauntlet
gloves, she picked up her golden power belt and snapped it on.
"Oh," she gasped, eyes closing and full red lips
parting slightly as a surge or erotic pleasure washed through her voluptuous
body. A thrill shiver raced up her
spine, and she shook it off. She really
loved putting on her belt. It was the
closest she got to sex. "I'm
ready."
Ms Americana strode purposely away, and soon was in her
patriotically themed sports car, racing towards the heart of Delta City. The convention was at the Royal Arms, in the
club district between downtown and Sugar Town.
In fact, the old hotel was just a block from Sugar Town. Conventioneers liked to have easy access to
sleazy women, for some reason. It was
disgusting.
It didn't take too long before Ms Americana was parked in
the underground garage and striding into the luxurious main lobby. About halfway across the lobby she was
brought up short. It was full of costumed
people, mostly wearing Star Trek or Star Wars costumes. But she counted eight women in super heroine
costumes, including a pair of women with one dressed as Lady Midnight, and the
other as Flag Girl. Lady Midnight was
holding a leash attached to Flag Girl's collar.
"Great Liberty!
A whole convention of degenerates," she said, scowling at the kinky
couple.
"Mr. Gall!" someone called, catching the Queen of
Justice's attention.
One of the harried convention workers was hurrying across
the lobby, overstuffed clipboard in hand.
A tall man in jeans and t-shirt stopped and looked back at him. Dark One was dark-haired and medium build,
but was growing a gut. He looked very
un-impressive. Ms Americana couldn't
believe she was wasting her valuable time on that reprobate perv.
Ms Americana made a beeline towards him. He was discussing the details of a
"seminar" he would conduct the next day. Probably teaching others to write his lie
filled trash. Teaching others to degrade
and disrespect hallowed super heroines.
"You!" Ms Americana called, bringing everyone to
a stop to gawk at her. Even that
depraved writer paused to stare at her.
Ok, he was staring at her humongous tits. "I have a bone to pick with you,
miscreant."
"Me?" Thom said, looking confused.
"About those LIES you write about me," Ms
Americana snarled, assuming a super heroine stance before him. He eyes roamed her statuesque body
shamelessly. "Take a picture, it'll
last longer."
"Can I?" he said.
"You're willing to pose?"
"You disgust me," she said. "I am not a piece of meat. I am a superior woman, and you have no right
to write that filth about me."
"Filth? My
stories?" he said. Then he
grinned. "Hey, babe, you're the one
strutting around half naked in primary colors, that shout LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT
ME."
"How dare you!
I'm a super heroine."
"Super slut, more like it," he said, gracing her
with a truly wicked leering grin.
"It it's well known that you super heroine types get captured on a
regular basis, and we all know what happens to you then." He wagged his bushy brows at her with an
accompanying leer that made her take a step back. "Women with the Aphrodite gene are known
for their susceptibility to sexual stimulation, among other interesting
things."
The writer had the audacity to wink and nudge the con
organizer with his elbow, and the two of them chuckled and nodded. Looking around, she saw everyone was nodding
and grinning in the most wicked manner.
They all BELIEVED his lies. About
HER!
"You monster.
You are corrupting my image, destroying my hard won reputation," Ms
Americana cried. "I demand you stop
writing that trash, and publish a letter rescinding all you ever accused me
of."
"I don't think so."
"I think so."
"No," he said.
"Make me."
"What?"
"Make me stop," he said, rather smugly. She really wanted to shove that smug face
through a wall, or maybe TRY to shove it through something harder. "How are you going to make me stop? It's a free country. Think Freedom of Speech, Ms Ameri-Whiner."
The crowd laughed.
Laughed at her.
"It's full of lies!
I'll sue for slander."
"Lies?
Really? And last year, when the
police showed up at that hooker hotel on 69th and Cummins, and you were
stripped naked, ball-gagged, tied to a bed and entertaining a line of gang
bangers, that was a lie? I've seen the
photos online."
"Uh…I…um…that was…um…a MINOR setback, but you are
making up elaborate stories surrounding tiny kernels of truth," she said,
suddenly on the defensive. "It's
mostly not like that."
"Yeah, mostly," Thom said, grinning
victoriously. "But I only care
about the 'not mostly' parts or your activities, where you get bent over a
barrel by bad guys and get your sweet round ass reamed royally."
Ms Americana was too shocked to speak. He knew about that incident last week? She didn't think anyone knew. How did he find out?
"Leave me alone, Ms Cockcandy,
or I'll file a restraining order against you," he said. "Bet that would look real bad, and hurt
your rep a lot."
Ms Americana watched in flabbergasted silence as Dark One
turned and walked away. The crowd
laughed and returned to their own business.
She was left feeling like an utter fool.
How did he do that to her? She
was a superior woman. A super
heroine. She was the Queen of Justice,
dammit. Some second rate pornographer
couldn't be allowed to humiliate her like that and get away with it.
The voluptuous vigilante hurried after the writer. He picked up his pace, obviously afraid of
her. She smiled smugly, knowing his type
well. A coward at heart, hiding behind a
computer and internet anonymity. He
would not escape her vengeance and divine justice.
Thom turned into a side door. The kitchens.
She grinned wider, and increased her pace. He would not escape. The door led into a passage, going straight
to the hotel kitchen. She'd been to this
hotel many times as Ms Americana, rousting expensive call girls and their
pimps. She knew the layout and pitfalls
far better than some out of town guest.
"Ms Cockcandy, my ass,"
she grumbled as she hurried through the kitchen to the back door. She saw him slip through just seconds before. She hate, hate, hated it when they corrupted
her legendary super heroine name like that.
Ms Americana darted through the door and outside into an alley. She heard a sound to her right and whirled
around. Wide-eyed, she tried to find her
target.
"Idiot," a man's voice whispered.
Pepper spray hit her right between her baby blues.
"Yeeeoooww!" Ms
Americana cried, red gloved hands clawing and rubbing at her poor tortured
eyes.
Thom moved fast. He
pulled out his cell phone, and took three quick pictures. Then he kicked her as hard as he could
between the legs. Despite the pepper
spray, her eyes went wide and her hands reached down to clutch at her
brutalized groin. He took another two
pictures, then reached out and ripped off the legendary blue, star-spangled
mask. Then he took half a dozen pictures
as she dropped to her knees in shock.
"Great Liberty!
I've been unmasked," she cried.
"I'm ruined."
"I have pictures of you before and after unmasking, Ms
Americana," Thom said, grinning victoriously. "Stupid bimbo, I write about capturing
and subduing super heroines, don't you think I would know what to do if attacked
by one?"
"Give me that camera," she said, jumping to her
feet. Thom was impressed by how fast she
recovered. Impressive. "Give me my mask."
"Ah, stand back or I push send, and your pictures will
all be sent to someone that will publish them," Thom said.
Ms Americana froze.
"Good girl.
Don't you love camera phones?" he said. She scowled at him, and that made him grin
even more wickedly. "Kneel. I mean
it, kneel, or else."
Reluctantly, face burning in shame, the legendary Queen of
Justice slowly dropped to her knees before the horrid porn writer. How could she fall to such a …a…COMMON man?
"Take off your top," he said.
"What? I'm the
Queen of Justice," she said.
"Great Liberty, I'm Ms Americana, and I don't do stuff like that,
miscreant."
"I have pictures."
"Bastard," she growled, and reached between her
massive mams and unfastened the snap. She pulled the cups apart and felt her huge
milky globes drop and jostle. He looked
very impressed and hungry. The bulge
between his legs grew some more.
"You won't get away with this."
He, of course, took more pictures. She was helpless to do anything but kneel
there in her humiliation.
"You better hope I do, otherwise your little secret
will be revealed," he said.
"What kind of monster are you?" she demanded,
baby blues flashing.
"The horny kind," he said, and unzipped.
"Great Liberty, not again," she groaned, rolling
her eyes. "Do any of you pervs ever have an original thought? It all comes down to sex for you all."
"That's because you are totally fuckable. Fucklicious," he said, and stepped up
close with his erect cock bouncing in her face, just inches away. "You know what to do,
Ameri-Cocksucker. I heard you give great
head. Prove it, or else I push
send."
"Oh! You! You…..you evil man, you," she growled,
flustered and disgusted.
"Now," Thom said.
"That face is too gorgeous to not be sucking on my cock. I want to watch my dick sliding in and out
between those sweet red lips, baby, so get to work."
Ms Americana signed deeply, looked beseechingly to the
unresponsive heavens. Then she reached
up and wrapped her red-gloved, long and delicate fingers around the base of
that big cock. It stank of urine and
sweat. She swallowed hard, glanced up
into his unremorseful blue eyes, and then gave the head a tentative lick. Then a firmer lick. And finally, she rolled her tongue all around
the head of his dick, before sucking half of it down right away.
"Oh, yeah, that's how you do it, babe," he said.
She stroked his cock with one hand, fondled his balls with
the other and sucked his cock with all she had.
The faster he came, the faster she got off her knees. And the sooner she learned what he planned to
do with those damned pictures of her unmasked.
As she sucked, her body began to change. She felt the butterflies rise up deep in her
lower belly. It was something she
dreaded, and secretly, deep, deep down, loved.
That twice cursed Aphrodite gene made her a super woman, a super
heroine, but it also provided men with the most potent weapon to use against
her. Sex. Insidious, delightful, soul smothering sex.
Dark One had power over her. He could decide her fate. She felt so helpless.
"Mmmm," she groaned,
surprising herself. The butterflies were
starting to melt into that liquid heat that preceded climax. "Ummmmmmhhh."
As the erotic heat washed through her super shapely body,
Ms Americana began sucking with more enthusiasm, losing herself in it. Savoring the feel of man in her mouth and
hands, of man tastes, of man smell.
"Oh God, you are good," Thom groaned, straining
to hold back his ultimate pleasure, to prolong it as much as possible. But she smiled knowingly, and sucked him all
the way into her mouth in an erotic rush, and he lost it. Hot cum spurted deep inside her mouth,
ballooning her cheeks. "Oh,
yeah. Baby, baby, baby, that was
great."
Ms Americana sat back on her legs and licked her lips as
she watched the look of supreme satisfaction on his face. It was wrong, so terribly wrong.
"I think we can work out a deal," Ms Americana
said, glancing at the closed kitchen door, then up and down the alley. It was still early. Maybe six in the evening. So it was still light out, though the alley
was drowned in deep shadows. "You
got a blow job, and leverage. We both
know I can't do anything about you now.
Give me my mask, and I will leave."
Oh, she wouldn't stay gone.
Ms Americana wouldn't allow him to keep those incriminating
pictures. He was from out of town, so
didn't recognize her face. The sexy
super heroine was positive he would've admitted to knowing her true identity if
he recognized her. His disappointment in
failing to recognize her flashed only briefly across his face earlier. If he stayed in town too long, he would
figure it out. She had to take him down
before that happened.
The pictures were in the phone, so she had to get hold of
that cell phone. After that, he had
nothing on her. And then she would clean
his clock. But good.
"Remove the power belt."
"Great Liberty, are you mad?"
"Maybe," he said.
"But as long as you are wearing that power belt you will think
about trying to save yourself. That
makes you a threat, so its decision time again, Ms A. Give me the belt, or I send the pictures to
my friend."
"That is outrageous."
"Yeah, whatever.
Give me the belt."
He held the cell phone up and away from her, his finger on
the SEND button. At first he looked
confident she would give up the belt.
But she hesitated, considering options.
He started getting worried. If
she didn't give up the belt, and he sent the pictures, then she had no reason
to NOT kick his ass. What would she have
to lose?
"Then that's your decision," he said, and started
to push the button.
"No! Stop, damn
you," she cried, eyes wide in sudden dread. "Okay, I'll give you my belt. For now.
I expect to get it back later."
"Yeah, whatever," Thom said, his other hand
thrust out to receive the power belt.
"Give it to me. Now."
"Everything is 'now' with you," she growled,
scowling darkly at him as she hesitantly reached both hands back to the small
of her back. She fingered the belt's
fastener a long moment, then grimaced and unsnapped the belt. The heady feeling of super strength quickly
bled away. "Great Liberty, this is
all wrong."
Thom pulled the belt out of her hands. He smiled wide, admired it a long minute, then
rolled it up and stuffed down under his belt at the base of his back.
"Stand up, Ms Americana," he said. She rose gracefully to her booted feet. "Now, out of the bikini bottoms,
babe."
Ms Americana was forced to remove her bottoms, gloves,
choker and earrings. He fished a plastic
shopping bag out of a nearby garbage dumpster, and deposited her costume in it. Last, but not least, he personally removed
her golden tiara. He took everything
expect her boots. He liked the boots on
her, so she got to keep them. For the
moment.
"Souvenirs," he said, grinning. "Or, battle trophies, if you
prefer."
"You won't get away with this."
"I think I will," he said. He pointed down the alley. "Start walking. That way."
Ms Americana was forced to precede him down the alley. She got more than a few looks when they came
out onto the street. At that point, he
took her by hand and they "strolled" down the street like young
lovers. She was terrified some local would
recognize her and call out her name. But
they just gawked silently at them.
Thom took her one block over to a converted old six story
hotel. It was called the Babe Bazaar
now. The main entrance was centered on
the building, with two topless clubs to either side of the entrance, occupying
most of the first floor. The Doll House
was on one side, the House of Babes on the other. The Babe Bazaar wasn't a strip club. It was a brothel.
Over the entrance of all three businesses, was painted a
large purple P, with a golden crown atop it.
It was King Pimp's logo. It
showed everyone that he owned those businesses.
That meant something in Sugar Town, and in Delta City.
"You can't be serious," Ms Americana said,
gritting her teeth as they grew near the Doll House Gentlemen's Club. It was the "classier" of the two
strip joints. "I will NOT
strip."
"I don't expect you to."
"Good."
"You're going to work at Babe Bazaar," he
said. "I found this place last
night, and LOVE it."
"You are mad.
Ms Americana cannot whore herself," she said. "The legendary Queen of Justice does not
whore herself."
"First of all, it is pretentious to refer to yourself
in the third person," Thom said.
"And it is annoying. And
finally, yes, you will whore yourself, then come to me in the hotel after work
and give me all of your earnings."
"Or else."
"Exactly."
"One day you will suffer the wrath of Ms Amer….um, you will suffer my wrath," she said.
"Yeah, yeah, right, babe," he said as they
reached the entrance. "Get in, and
arrange to work here."
Ms Americana paused to stare at the entrance. She'd never been inside of that brothel. Never raided it. Indeed, King Pimp only opened it about two
months back. It quickly became popular
with the college boys from Frat Row just four blocks away. Indeed, the university was less than a mile
from that spot.
"So wrong," she muttered, swallowing hard and
starting inside.
"Just do it," he said, letting her move further
and further ahead of him down the long hallway from the entrance to the main
room. The corridor literally separated
the two titty bars to either side. They
occupied most of the first floor of the former hotel. "Work your ASS off, then at four in the
morning come to my room in the hotel.
Room 669. I'll be sending over
friends to check on you from time to time tonight. You know, to be customers, so if I hear you
aren't here, I will expect retaliation and immediately send the pictures."
"Of course," she sneered. "I'll be here, pervert."
He stopped where the corridor emptied into the main room,
the main parlor they called it. Ms
Americana was brought up short, too.
There had to be over a hundred women in various degrees of nudity, with
most wearing lingerie and high heels. It
was a sprawling room that had all kinds of strange twists and turns, side rooms
and such. Sexy young women were
everywhere, singly or in small groups.
They were mostly standing by pillars or the wall, smiling at and
flirting with the men browsing the merchandise.
Many were dancing to the thumping dance music. It looked and sounded like a music video
scene, with sexy video vixens everywhere.
ATMs and video games were everywhere, too. Every young man's fantasy.
Ms Americana asked a pretty blonde in red bustier, thongs
and thigh boots where the person in charge was to be found. She learned also that the girls rented a
room, and kept all their earnings above that.
But the management was very picky on who they let work there. The rooms, of course, were quite expensive.
Going to the office in back, she found an old reprobate
she'd sent to jail a few times for pimping.
He was too told to be a real pimp anymore, so now he worked for King
Pimp in that dive. His name was Gus.
"Hello, you're in charge here?" Ms Americana
asked.
Gus sat behind his desk, which used to be the old hotel's check-in
desk. He had a clear view of most of the
parlor. He did a double take.
"Whoa, Nelly!
Who are you, Sweet Tits?" Gus said in his deep, gravelly
voice. "Do I know you? Have we met?"
"No. I'm new in
town," she said quickly. "The
name is Alexa. I'd like to work here
tonight, to pick up some extra cash. You
know?"
"Yeah, I know, Sweet Tits," he said, unable to
tear his eyes off her naked tits.
"You ever turn tricks before?
You're too old to be a coed."
She frowned at him.
Ms Americana was thirty-four, but could pass for twenty-four if she did
her makeup and clothes right.
"Yeah, I've done a little hooking, pops," she
said. The sad part, she really had. Three times in her storied career Ms
Americana had been captured and forced into prostitution. The only reason she ever escaped any of them
was they got themselves killed by rivals or the police. She never spent more than two months as a
hooker, except that eight month stretch Brenda Wade was blackmailed into being
a call girl, completely separate from Ms Americana. "So, do I pass muster? Can I work here?"
"Well, you're pretty enough," Gus said, looking
her over head to toe slowly. "Okay,
our cheapest room is five hundred for twelve hours. Payment up front."
"Oh, that's expensive," she said, looking around
for Thom. She didn't have any
money. "I don't have any money."
"Then you will have to leave," he said.
"But I don't have any clothes."
"I see that.
And I approve," he said, and laughed. "If you have your heart set on working
at Babe Bazaar, why don't you go next door to the Doll House. They strip and bring there customers over for
sex. The club rents a block of rooms for
that purpose."
"I'd rather not," she said, nose crinkled. Stripping would put her up on stage, under a
spotlight. Someone would surely
recognize her. So Brenda leaned over the
counter, letting her 44DDs hang before his eyes enticingly, put her hand on his
arm and licked her lips suggestively.
"Couldn't we work out some kind of deal?"
"I was hoping you'd suggest that," he said, his
deep voice dropping even deeper.
"Come on around and let's get it on."
"Great," she said, plastering on an almost
sincere smile.
Ms Americana was led to a back room. A bedroom.
Gus's bedroom, with a queen-sized bed and black satin sheets. She couldn't image a room or bed that looked
more like a pimp's. She stripped him out
of his clothes, while he mostly fondled her breasts. Then he laid down in the middle of the bed,
and she lay beside him.
"Let's see what you got, girl," Gus said.
"Anything you say, Gus," she said, sat up and
bent over his erect black cock. She took
it in hand and started sucking. She
couldn't hesitate, or she'd never get started.
Sucking and fucking a pimp was the lowest of the low. She knew, for she had sucked and fucked more
than her fair share in her more than a decade and a half as a super heroine. "Mmmy,
delish."
The voluptuous vixen sucked him a good five minutes, then
straddled his waist, guided his cock to her pussy, and mounted him. They both groaned wantonly as his ten inch
cock pushed deeper and deeper into her sacred body, and his greedy hands found
her 44DDs. By the time she'd rode him
all the way down his thick shaft, her statuesque body was overheated and
sweating, her breathing was coming in pants, and that heady liquid heat was
infusing her body.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," she groaned, not entirely
faking it. After giving first Thom a
blow job, then Gus, not to mention being paraded through the streets naked, she
was highly aroused. That cock was doing
her a number, and after just a few short minutes she knew she would climax this
time. Since she was about to become an
official hooker, she stopped fighting it, and let nature take its course. A mere minute later, that liquid heat
transformed into that heady rush to climax.
"Oh my! Oh! OH! I'm…cumming. Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-yyeeeeeeooooowwwwww! Oh yes!
Baby!"
Then Gus lost his battle, and creamed her pussy. "Oh, yes, Sweet Thing."
Ms Americana felt his cum filling her, and lost it
again. "Aaaaaaaaiiiiieeee!"
"Hee hee,
you're a nature born hooker if I ever saw one, Alexa."
"Great," she said, grimacing. "My room's paid for now?"
"What? Ha! Funny," he said. "No.
BUT, I'll let you pay it off over time."
"Over time?"
"Yep, I get half of all of your tricks until you've
paid seven hundred-fifty dollars," he said.
"But you said the room was five hundred."
"Not as cheap on the installment plan, Sweet
Tits," he said, and gave her tits another squeeze. "Take it or leave it."
"I have no choice," she said. "What is my room number? Is there a key?"
In some brothels the hookers were not allowed to lock the
door. Safety reasons were usually
cited. It was mostly so the hired muscle
could barge in and save them if a john became violent, but also so they could
more easily get to the troublesome girls.
"I like you, so I'll give you a primo room," Gus
said.
He dressed while she cleaned up a bit. Then back out to the check-in counter, and
she was assigned room 220. Second floor,
next to the elevator. Less time
traveling to and from her room meant more time fucking, and earning cash. She wasn't sure she was all that pleased.
"Thanks, Gus, you’re the best," she said. "Is there any place I should stand? Or any place reserved for other girls?"
"Everyone has her favorite and/or regular spot. Nothing reserved, but if a girl tells you
that you are in her spot, I'd move if I were you," he said. "We generally side with the girls that
have been here the longest."
<Bastard,> she thought. But smiled and headed out.
"Are you a hooker?" a geeky man in a Star Trek
uniform asked.
Ms Americana stopped and looked him over.
"You want a date with me?" she asked. He nodded eagerly. "Fifty dollars."
"Okay."
"Follow me," she said, and led the little Trekkie geek to the elevators, and up to her room. It was a ten by ten with a small bed. There was a toilet and sink in one corner,
but no separate bathroom. She accepted
his money first thing, then smiled.
"Strip and jump on the bed, babe.
I'll take good care of you."
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"Oh! Oh! Oh yes!" Ms Americana cried, head thrown
back and hands clutching at her stiletto heels as she bounced on the long,
thick cock inside her. She could feel
her titanic tits bouncing beneath the pair of huge hands mauling them so
wonderfully. "Great…Lib….Aaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"
<What was that?
Climax one thousand and one?> she thought as she felt herself
starting to build towards another. After
almost ten hours of nonstop fucking she was climaxing at the drop of a
hat. <I've never been fucked so much
in my life.>
To her shock and dismay, Babe Bazaar was a rocking
place. There was always a small crowd of
men and women browsing the girls. Yes,
women too. Ms Americana had tried to
avoid servicing women, by raising her price for lesbian sex to two hundred
dollars, but got three lesbian tricks anyway.
Also, but not really surprising to her, Ms Americana
appeared to be the most popular girl in Babe Bazaar. It was rare that she even made it back to her
spot in the parlor, and she never stood there more than a moment before her
next trick hired her.
Suddenly, the next climax rose up to the precipice, forcing
a gasp out from her full red lips. Ms
Americana groaned wantonly, gyrating her hips even as she slid up and down that
cock.
"Oh, Roberto! I
think I am….uh….cuuuummmmiiiinnnnng!" she cried,
and then came again. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Aaayyyeee!" Roberto
cried, releasing his seed deep inside the sexy super heroine's twat.
"You're the best, babe," Ms Americana said and
sighed deeply. She was so hot and
sweaty. Had been for hours. But Roberto was her last trick of the
night. In fact, it was four thirty, half
an hour past when she was supposed to go to Thom's room. But she accept Roberto's offer because she
was just fifty shy of an even two thousand, after paying Gus his seven hundred
fifty. In that time she'd fucked as many
as ten men in one hour, counting multiples.
She had to give it that extra hustle, because the three lesbians took
way to long to do. "But you have to
get dressed fast. I'm running
late."
"What? Pimp
waiting on you?" he said.
She stopped and frowned a second. "Yes."
Ms Americana put on the red bikini one of the other girls
had given her. The gift was not out of
friendship or female unity or anything.
The sexed up super heroine was sure it was a vain attempt to cover her
best assets up so maybe some of the other girls might have a chance at a trick
or two. Didn't matter, though, Ms
Americana was grateful for that super skimpy bikini.
It was close to five in the morning when Ms Americana
knocked on Dark One's door at the Royal Arms.
He was wearing a blue terrycloth robe.
He grinned at her and held out his hand.
She put the money in his hand, and walked past him into the room when he
waved her inside.
"I think that I more than fulfilled my end of the
bargain," Ms Americana said haughtily.
"Now, give me my costume and power belt, and I will leave."
"First off, the power belt won't do you any good after
getting fucked all night," he said, chuckling. "Secondly, what bargain? I have you dead to right, so you do what I
tell you to do."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, Ms Big Tits, that me and you are going to
bed. You are going to give me the ride
of my life, and at about ten you are going back to the Babe Bazaar and I am
going to the convention," Thom said.
He stepped up close, pulled off her top and began to fondle her tits. "I’m going to pimp you out all weekend,
babe. Deal with it."
With that, he pulled her in close and kissed her
passionately. Ms Americana was helpless
to do anything but respond. After ten
and a half hours of fucking, she was revved up big time. Horny as hell. So she found herself kissing back, arms
wrapped around him.
Within seconds she found herself on the bed, her unexpected
pimp between her wide spread legs. He
wasn't wearing anything under the robe, and before she knew it another cock was
invading her most intimate space.
"Uuuuggghhhh," she
groaned, back arched and eyes rolled up into her head.
Thom started sucking and fondling her tits as he fucked
her. She writhed and clutched at him and
the bed sheets, and was soon gasping and panting. In the back of her mind she knew it was
embarrassing the way she was reacting, knew it was just proving to him she
truly was the suppressed slut he claimed she was in his stories. But she couldn't help herself. It felt that damned great.
"Great Liberty!
Aaaaayyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee! Oh my God!
I'm going to cum again….Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"
she cried, panted hard a long moment, then her baby blues went wide again. "Great Lib…….aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"My lord, you are fucking machine, babe," Thom
said, laughing. "Here, take
this." And he creamed her
pussy. That, of course, pushed her over
the top again, and she screamed her orgasm.
Then he pulled out, flipped her over and shoved his cock up her poop
chute. "I'm sodomizing Ms
Americana!"
"Oh, not there," she cried, and groaned as his
cock pushed deeper and deeper. "I
managed to avoid that all night, and then you did it."
"Thanks, I appreciate you keeping it virginal for
me," Thom laughed.
Thom fucked Ms Americana in every orifice of her luscious
body, then she finished off by giving him a rousing titty fuck and getting a
creamy facial from him. After she
cleaned up, he bound her hand and foot and they got four good hours of sleep.
A little after ten that morning, Ms Americana headed back
over to Babe Bazaar with enough money from Thom to pay for a room. He didn't want to "waste" two
hundred and fifty dollars. She was also
given enough to buy some hooker clothes.
She visited a boutique and bought red thigh boots, matching leather skirt
and a black leather halter top with dog collar.
Add some cheap jewelry, and she was ready for work.
Ms Americana worked from ten in the morning that Saturday,
until four in the morning. Eighteen
hours. She did get a couple breaks for
food and some much needed rest, but no more than thirty minutes at a time. But even with breaks, and two free sessions
with Gus, the overachieving superior woman managed to fuck her way into five
thousand dollars. That was averaging
over five tricks an hour. Half of those
seemed to come from the convention. Thom
even visited to check on her, and get a shot of ass, a couple times.
Then after another short sleep night, Ms Americana found
herself in Babe Bazaar Sunday morning around eleven. Yeah, he let her sleep in. She gave Gus a blow job, paid for her room
and went to work. She hoped it was a
short day of turning tricks. The
convention was officially over at noon.
Surely Thom would go back home at that time, and leave her to her own
devices. She talked Gus into reducing
her room rate for two twelve hour shifts to seven fifty, instead of one
thousand.
<I might as well hang around the rest of the night and
have some fun,> she thought, a tiny smile of anticipation on her full red
lips. <Maybe I'll come back and give
it away free after Thom releases me tonight.>
Sunday morning was just a bit slower than the previous two
days. Ms Americana, A.K.A. Alexa,
actually had time to speak to a few of the other hookers. Mostly, they were college girls paying for
their tuition. Around noon, Gus came out
and took Ms Americana, a big titted blonde and a big titted redhead back inside
the office, where they had to put on a girl-on-girl-on-girl sex show for the
manager and his hired muscle, followed by the three girls being passed around. They took it all in stride, since Gus claimed
a couple of the girls several times a day for his thugs to fuck.
It was all part of doing business at Babe Bazaar.
It picked up in the afternoon. Only about sixty girls were working, so they
were kept constantly busy. Very few men
from the convention showed up, since it ended at noon and they'd pretty much
all checked out of the hotel and went home.
So it was the usual degenerates again, according to the other girls.
Ms Americana left Babe Bazaar at five for
"lunch." She went straight
over to the hotel. Dark One never
contacted her, and she wanted to ensure he had finally gone and left her alone. Once she determined he was truly out of her
life, Ms Americana decided she would return to Babe Bazaar to finish out her
night. After all, she was having much
more fun with it. There was less stress
to perform, so she could relax and enjoy.
"I might as well keep working until my room rent is
up," she said as she strutted down the street, noticing how everyone was
stopping to watch her pass. She smiled
wickedly. "I paid so much for it,
after all. And, tonight is my last sexual
hurrah. It's back to prim and proper
Brenda and heroic Ms Americana tomorrow."
She went straight up to Thom's room and knocked. Nothing.
She smiled.
"Excellent," she said, and turned on a heel to
stride away.
And the door opened.
"Oh!" she squeaked. He only wore jeans, like he was waiting for
her. "Thom. You're here."
"Where else would I be?" he said. "Come in."
"I thought….when you didn't answer right away,"
she stammered.
"Thought I left?
Ha! Not until I deal with you, my
bound beauty," he said.
Ms Americana squeezed past him and entered the room. She headed straight for the bed. He always wanted to fuck her and get her back
to work as quickly as possible. But
first, she would put her earnings on the table.
"Wait," Thom said urgently.
She spotted his cell phone sitting on the table just as he
called out. The phone with all of his
evidence. The phone's contents were his
ONLY hold on her. Ms Americana leapt
forward, tossing all of her money aside and grabbed that all important
electronic device.
"Mine!" she cried, flipped it open and twisted it
in half with her bare hands. Then she
dropped the two pieces, and drove her stiletto heel through each half, totally
destroying the cell phone and making it impossible for anyone to salvage any
information from it. "Ha-ha! I'm free!"
"Bitch!" he cried, grabbed her by the hair and
jerked her backwards.
Ms Americana was spun around as she fell backwards. He slammed a hard fist into her belly. She cried out in pain, not used to being
struck without her power belt. The pain
was incredible.
"Ugh!"
She stumbled backwards, until she hit the bed. As she fell back on the bed Ms Americana
spotted Thom charging her with a grim, determined look. She knew just a second of panic, knowing she
was without her power belt, and that she'd been climaxed so much that day it
was useless to her anyway. But then
indignation kicked in.
<I'm Ms Americana!
The Queen of Justice,> she thought, baby blues flashing. <I'm a superior woman, and more than a
match for some overweight couch potato writer, with or without my power
belt.>
As Thom closed on her, she pulled her legs up, until her
knees pressed against her breasts, then kicked straight out. Her booted feet hit Thom square in the chest.
"Ooof!" he cried,
kicked back across the small room and into the wall. "Ugh."
Ms Americana kicked so hard her voluptuous body was pulled
off the bed and back to her feet. In her
five inch stiletto boots she stood eye-to-eye with him. He outweighed her by close to a hundred
pounds, but she was fast and martial arts trained. The Queen of Justice grinned wickedly and
took a swing at the hated man's face.
He proved faster than she anticipated, and ducked
aside. She feared he would get inside
her guard and get a debilitating blow to her kidney. So she dropped low and swept her leg through
his feet. It was Thom's turn to take a
tumble into the bed.
"Hey, where are you going?" she said, grinning,
when he rolled off the bed and raced away.
"I'm just starting to have fun."
Ms Americana shook her head woefully. The fool didn't go for the door, and escape. He ran the other way. He was trapped, and she would exact her pound
of flesh with relish. Then he reached
his open suitcase, and began riffling through it.
If he had a gun, she was a goner. Without her power belt, and the pent of
sexual frustrations it took to fuel it, she had no defense against projectile
weapons like guns. So she took off after
him.
"Get out of there, miscreant," she growled,
grabbing his shoulder and jerking him back and away from the suitcase. He stumbled back onto the bed again. "Now it is time I give you a lesson in
pain, and teach you to properly fear and respect for superior women."
"Ha! No one
fears or respects natural born whores like you," Thom sneered. "Remember, I've fucked you. Many times.
You ALWAYS submit so sweetly, so completely. I've seen how enthusiastically you whore
yourself over at Babe Bazaar. You were
PROUD of being the top earner of the night last night."
"Quiet, you vile miscreant," she said, baby blues
flash.
His words hurt the more because they were so true. But, she told herself, she was top earner
because she always excelled at everything she did. Superior women were superior in everything
they did. So, she couldn't help being
the best and most profitable hooker at Babe Bazaar.
"Whore," he sneered. "Did you cum while sucking Gus's
dick? While sucking that OLD PIMP's dick?"
He laughed. "Yes, I know
about that. You enjoyed sucking your old
adversary's cock, didn't you? Admit it,
you LOVED it."
"Aaaagghhhh! Great Liberty, I will grind you into the
dirt!" she cried, and charged him in full rage.
Thom feigned left, then right. Ms Americana wasn't fooled. Seconds later, she slammed bodily into
him. She forced him up against the wall
and their eyes met for a brief moment.
He locked victorious eyes with her, to her surprise.
Then something sharp stabbed her in the abdomen. A second later….
Zzzzzaaaaaaaaaappppppppp!
"Yeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooowwwwww!"
Ms Americana's beautiful face looked shocked, her arms flew
out to the side and her back arched as her head rolled back. She made a long, painful croaking noise as
the taser ripped her a new asshole with
electricity. It was an extra heavy duty taser, newly developed for use in the nation's toughest,
roughest prisons. The taser was designed to take down the biggest, baddest criminals in the world.
Perfect for use against a super heroine, as well.
"Oh, shocking, isn't it, Ms Americana?" Thom
said, and laughed as he zapped her four times longer than necessary.
When he pulled the taser back, Ms
Americana collapsed bonelessly at his feet.
He grinned down at her a long moment, then set the taser
on the nightstand. He quickly removed
her black leather halter top, then pulled off her red leather mini skirt. With Ms Americana in nothing but red thigh
boots and jewelry, Thom picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She groaned and rolled over onto her belly.
"Oh, you want it up the butt first? Okay by me," Thom said, smiling
wickedly.
He shed his jeans.
Thom climbed onto the bed behind Ms Americana. He grabbed her well rounded hips, lifted her
rump higher, then guided her rock hard cock straight to and into her much
abused sphincter.
"Uuugghhh," she
groaned, arching her back and clutching at the bedcovers. "No.
Uugghh, Great Liberty. This isn't right."
After a day of raunchy sex, Ms Americana's statuesque body
was quickly firing on all cylinders. She
felt the butterflies almost immediately after penetration, and the liquid heat
began soon after that. Her heart pounded
and it became so hard to get enough air.
Then he grabbed a fistful of silky soft black hair and jerked her head
back painfully.
"I own you, bitch," he growled. "What's your secret identity? Tell me."
"No," she groaned. "I'm Ms Americana, the Queen of……Oooohhhhhh."
Thom started pounding his cock into her rump with force. She gnawed on her lower lip and groaned,
because the butterflies were consumed in the erotic heat that consumed her
spectacular body. She began panting and
grunting with every thrust of his mind scrambling cock. She tried to fight the building climax, but
her defenses were breached two days back, so that orgasm had no resistance to
speak of, and rolled right over her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, he's trying to tame me!"
she cried. She clutched and pulled at
the bedcovers so mindlessly hard, she pulled the sheets up in a pile beneath
her, exposing the mattress underneath.
And another orgasm struck her, "Oooooooouuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
"Yes," Thom cried, and filled her bunghole with
cum. He smiled evilly, then swatted her
shapely ass, enjoying how that firm, round ass jiggled beneath his hard slap. "Flip over, babe. Daddy wants a piece of pussy pie."
"Oh, you monster," she groaned, reluctantly
complying with his commands and rolling over onto her back beneath him. "Haven't you done enough to me? You've pimped me out. You've fucked me seven ways to Sunday three
days in a row. What more can I give
you? You've had me in every orifice of
my body, titty fucked me a dozen times, and creamed my face and tits as many
times. What other indignities could you
possibly force me to suffer?"
"Absolute defeat," he said. "And then sell you into sexual
slavery."
"Great Liberty!
You want to sell me into white slavery?"
"Duh," he said.
He pushed her knees wide, and moved up closer. Then he guided his still hard cock straight
into the slit of her sopping wet cunt.
"You're a nature born whore.
You're wasting your talents fighting crime."
With that, Thom thrust hard and impaled the flabbergasted super
heroine upon his cock. She writhed and
groaned, gasped and cried out with tiny animal noises as he began battering
down the last of her defenses.
He grabbed her 44DDs with both hands and began to fondle
her. He mashed and squeezed, caressed
and pinched those fatty titties. Then he
bent over to suck in a nipple, whereas he commenced sucking, licking and
nibbling as well as mashing, squeezing and caressing. It took longer for him to cum the second
time, and he managed to rip out five climaxes from Ms Americana's oversexed
body.
After he creamed her pussy, Thom pulled out and climbed off
the bed. He dragged her over to the side
by the hair, and forced her to kneel there.
"Lick me clean," he commanded.
Ms Americana cut him a dark look, but she was too exhausted
from a long day of fucking, and the tasering. Besides, Thom's fucking of her was much more
prolonged and intense than her paid for sessions with johns. She did as told, and spent a good five
minutes licking his cock and balls completely clean.
"You give the best tongue baths, babe," Thom
said. And he tasered
her again. "Now, what is your
name? Your real name."
"Ms Americana."
Zzzaaappp!
"Who are you really?
Not that Ms Americana crap, but your real name."
Zzzaaappp!
"Ugh! Mercy!"
"Give me your name!"
Zzaapp!
"I can't …….Uuuuuuggghhhh!"
she cried when zapped again. "Great
Liberty! Mercy!"
"Mercy will cost you your name."
Zzaaaaaapp! Zapp! Zzzzaapppp!
"Brenda!" she cried desperately. "Great Liberty, I'm Brenda Wade!"
"The philanthropist goodie-two-shoe?"
"Yes."
Thom thought about it a moment. Then smiled wide. "Wow, I can see it now. I used to think she had a great body, and
shouldn't cover it up with that school marm feminist
look. This is perfect."
"I'm glad you're happy," she said with supreme
sarcasm.
"I'm sure," he said. "Face away from me, Brenda."
"What are you doing?" she said nervously, being
guided to kneel with her back to him at the edge of the bed. "What are you going to do with me?"
"You'll see," he said. "But first, we're going to indulge my
bondage fantasy."
<Oh great,> she thought.
Thom pulled out of a sack some bright red rope. First thing, he tied her wrists together
behind her back with a dozen loops of rope.
Then he cut off that length of rope and did the same to her arms just
above her elbows. It was supremely
uncomfortable for the sexy super heroine, but she'd been bound like that a
dozen times before. Nothing new, until
he then used more rope to loop around her waist and forearms, thus binding her
arms tightly to her back at waist level.
It was the most securely tied her arms ever were.
That done, Thom made her swing her mile long legs off the
bed and side on the edge of it. Then he
tightly bound her ankles together with multiple loops, before wrapping more
rope above and below her knees. And
finally, he pulled a bright red ball gag from the sack and forced it between
her teeth, fastening it behind her head.
"There, you never looked lovelier, I'm sure," he
said. "I know you've never been
tied up more securely, more helplessly."
"Mmmmmmuugghhh," she
groaned, shaking her head angrily. She
glared daggers at him. "Uuuuggghhhh."
"Yes, I am going to sell you to a pimp, why do you
ask?" he said, and laughed.
Ms Americana's baby blues went wide, and she immediately
began to struggle within her bonds. She
writhed and pulled and twisted, but all to no avail. Meanwhile, Thom went over to the phone and
dialed a number as he smiled smugly at her.
"Hello? This is
Thom," he said. He listened a
moment, then nodded. "Yep. I got the package all wrapped up real
pretty. By the way, you are in for a big
surprise. Come on up."
He hung up the phone and grinned. "Your new master is on the way up right
now. I think you'll be as unpleasantly
surprised as he will be pleasantly surprised."
Ms Americana didn't know what that meant but she didn't
like it. She struggled some more, but
stopped once she realized he was enjoying the way her big tits flopped and
jounced around. Then she froze completely
when someone knocked on the door.
"Ah, you're moment of truth," he said, and opened
the door.
"Uugh! Mmmmm!" she
cried into the ball gag, horrified and appalled. It just got worse. Much worse.
She shook her head NO in denial.
"Mmmmmgghh!"
"Oh my God, is it?" King Pimp said, stepping past
Thom. He rushed over to the bound and
helpless heroine, grabbed her chin and studied her face intently. "It is!
This is Brenda Wade."
"And Ms Americana," Thom said.
"Uuuuuggghhhhh," Ms
Americana groaned, her world torn apart.
Ms Americana knew she would never escape King Pimp. The Palace was like a fortress. No super heroine had been able to penetrate
its defenses. A few had tried and
failed, never to be seen in public again.
Dark rumors said those hapless heroines were deep within the bowels of
The Palace, turning tricks for their evil pimp and master.
"Brenda Wade is Ms Americana?" King Pimp said,
amazed and delighted. "Bingo! You've hit the mother lode, man."
"And she's all yours at the agreed upon price,"
Thom said.
King Pimp signaled to a lackey and that man quickly hurried
in and sat a suitcase on the room's desk.
He opened it up to reveal it filled to the max with one hundred dollar
bills.
"Excellent," Thom said. "Then we have a deal. Enjoy your slave girl."
"Oh, I will. I
will," King Pimp said, picking Ms Americana up in his arms. "Time to go home, Brenda 'Ms Americana'
Wade. Then time for you to start earning
your keep, bitch. Oh yeah."
THE END