DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE OR OTHER NON-CONSENTUAL SEXUAL SITUATIONS. WARNING: DRUGS AND CHLOROFORM ARE DANGEROUS, PATICULARLY MIXING THEM. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, AND ONLY DOCTORS CAN PRESCRIBE DRUGS OR ADMINISTER ANESTHESIA, SO DON’T DO IT.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl are the creation of Mr. X and I thank him for his drawings and stories which serve as my inspiration…

FLAG GIRL: ACTION FIGURE by DOLLMAN

Jack Simpson was a fairly typical High School student, typical in that he did not really stand out. Some would call him, and they often did at school, a nerd or worse. He certainly wasn’t popular at his high school and although he had a small circle of friends including some fellow computer geeks, Jack had no luck with the girls. He, like a lot of kids with his interests, was not “popular with the ladies”. He never had even been on a date, or to a school dance, and after almost four years at his high school, that wasn’t good. He enjoyed playing video games, was a huge sci-fi fan, but his biggest “thing” was collecting action figures. He was not effeminate. He did not “like playing with dolls”; although plenty of the cool kids at school would have said that if they knew. No. He enjoyed playing with action figures and he had an impressive collection. He also had some rare toys including an original G.I. Joe and Six Million Dollar Man “dolls”. If some of his fellow students knew about “his dolls” he was sure how they would react: how gay, how immature. But he loved them. Some of his action figures were actually quite valuable, but that didn’t matter.

Jack was an only child and he had never known his father. His mom, at best, was disinterested and did not really care about him. She certainly didn’t pay much attention to him or hobbies and his action figure collection. His mom always seemed to be at work or with a new boyfriend. She, like many people, did not have much time for young Jack.

Jack had lots of action figures from science fiction and fantasy movies, but his favorite was his collection of super heroine action figures. These he kept hidden in a locked box beneath his bed. They were, technically anyway, girl dolls because they were all female heroines, but he didn’t think of them like Barbie dolls. He had a Batgirl doll, Wonder Woman, and Supergirl, but the prides of his collection were Ms. American and her sidekick Flag Girl. The other super heroine action figures he would play with, in interesting games with Batman and G.I. Joe. Often Wonder Woman and Batgirl would be tied up in strict bondage and assaulted by various male villains. But, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl never left their respective boxes. Jack admired them, fantasized about them, but he did not play with them. They were perfect.

That is not to say that Jack didn’t want to “play” with them. He often surfed the web looking for comics and drawings and stories that had Ms. Americana and Flag Girl in them. He loved stories where they were both captured, tortured and raped. Jack loved the idea of these two perfect heroines, these sentinels of justice, powerful women, stripped of their powers by some diabolical villain and forced into humiliating, usually sexually degrading, situations. He dreamed of chloroforming them, rendering them helpless, and doing whatever he wanted to these two gorgeous heroines. Ms. Americana and Flag Girl were the objects of his most intense desires and sexual fantasies and he often thought of what he would do if he was a powerful villain and he captured one or both of them.

The other big difference of course between Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, and his other super heroines and male action figures is that they were real. Ms. Americana and Flag Girl lived in Delta City, right here were Jack lived. He often saw them in the news and read about them in the local papers. They were always catching criminals, breaking up gangs, and stopping drug dealers. They were real heroines to the people where he lived and everyone loved them. Of course, he never read about them actually being captured or tied up, although he was sure it had happened. No, fantasies of the great Ms. American and Flag Girl being captured was the stuff of his dreams and the super heroine in bondage websites he visited daily on the internet.

Jack had even seen Ms. Americana and Flag Girl in person at a comic bookstore he frequented. They made lots of public appearances at malls, children’s hospitals, and other places. When he had seen the two, with their perfect bodies in those terrific costumes, Ms. Americana in her star spangled bikini with the high red boots and mask, and Flag Girl, the perfect blonde teen, with a star spangled halter showing a hint of her perfect breasts, white boots, and a more modest, if still revealing short skirt. God, she was hot.

Flag Girl reminded Jack of some of the girls at school, perfect babes who wouldn’t give him the time of day. The most popular girls in school who didn’t even know he was alive! Jack would watch them at cheerleader practice or in the hall, the objects of his desire who he could not even talk to, never even approach. If he did try to say something he knew they would either ignore him, or worse make fun of him.

After school that day Jack went home as he always did. His mother was working late again, or doing whatever, and as dad, again, had not been around since he was very young Jack had the house to himself. With no siblings and few friends, Jack did what he did most days, came home, went on the internet in search of any new Super Heroine in Bondage pictures or stories, maybe pleasured himself to one of the stories, played with his action figures, made his own dinner, and went to bed. He could have stayed up late if he wanted because Mom wasn’t around – that night she had left a note saying she wouldn’t be home till morning, but it was a school night, and besides, what else was there to do. So, tired or bored, he went to sleep. He awoke when he heard a noise outside, he knew it couldn’t be his mother, so who was it? Waking up more he realized the noise was coming from his window, at the back of the house, and it was after midnight. No, it couldn’t be mom coming home, and the nearby businesses were all closed by now. What was it, a dog or something?

You can imagine Jack’s shock when he looked out his bedroom window and saw, Flag Girl! He was sure it was really her. She was in the alley near his house but the lights from the street were enough to show it was her. The noise was a trash can, she had knocked over, he could tell as she was putting it upright. She was wearing the standard costume he had seen her in before: she wore red and white striped mini skirt and a strapless blue, star spangled halter, just like his action figure doll. The blonde teen's mask and choker were blue, while her long opera gloves and calf-high boots were bright red. Her perfect midriff was exposed of course; damn she had a perfect little body. Her Flag Girl power belt rode low on her flaring hips, just above the tight skirt. Was it really Flag Girl, in the flesh? It had to be her, but what was she doing near his house?

Then he remembered. There was some kind of warehouse or storage facility across the alley from his home. He had never really given it much thought. He had thought it was a garage or something because he had once seen a Ferrari towed on a flatbed truck into the warehouse, but he wasn’t sure. He assumed they kept valuables there because there was fence and a few security cameras too, but he had never seen much activity there. He watched Flag Girl, now, god was she hot, but what was she doing? As he was watching her she appeared to be watching the door of the warehouse, and it wasn’t long before a large guy in black, carrying some big sack, came out. A burglar? It had to be, that is why Flag Girl was there, to catch another thief, and Jack had a front row seat to the crook’s capture. Jack couldn’t tell what was in the big black bag, but it looked heavy, and Jack laughed to himself because the bag was slung over the thief’s shoulder in the stereotypical look of a crook leaving the scene of a crime. Was this guy for real?

As soon as the man in black exited the building Flag Girl said something to him. Jack wasn’t sure, he couldn’t hear with the window closed, but he imagined it was “stop miscreant” or “drop those ill-gotten goods thief and surrender”. The guy was obviously surprised; he spun around and threw the sack at Flag Girl. She easily dodged the crooks impromptu missile. He then came at her, fast, but Flag Girl was faster, catching him in the jaw with a quick kick and sending him sprawling. He got up, obviously shocked and tried again. This time she tripped him, caught him in the gut with fist; a karate chop to the neck seemed to incapacitate the criminal and the fight was over. Jack could hardly believe what he was seeing. A real super heroine fight, not with G.I. Joe and Batgirl, but the real thing right in front of his eyes.

Jack thought the crook was out cold, but he got up and began to run away. He wouldn’t get far, he was in a small alley, only two ways to go, and Jack was sure Flag Girl would chase him down, call the police, and stop yet another crime. But something happened, Jack wasn’t even clear what it was, but Flag Girl either tripped, or slipped in those high red boots. She looked great in them, but Jack always thought they were probably not the best things for running and fighting. Anyway down she went down, hard.

The black clad criminal saw her fall too as he recovered from her last blow! Seeing an advantage the large man looked prepared to win this fight. He glanced again at Flag Girl, grabbed the big sack and attacked. Flag Girl was on all fours and was getting back up now, but she wasn’t fast enough as the large crook swung the sack and hit her in the head. Flag Girl went flying back and crashed to the ground. She was out cold. This was it, Jack thought! Finally a crook had gotten the better of one of these super heroines and Jack will get to see him tie her up and fondle her or more! He started to get an erection he was so excited just thinking about what this guy could do to her if he wanted. A real super heroine captured by some thief, maybe he would have his way with her right there! But no, for some reason he did not go to her. The large thief looked at Flag Girl, sprawled out in the dark alley on her back, checked the sack, and ran fast down the alley, into the darkness and was gone. Jack guessed there must really be something of great value in that sack, or maybe he was just scared, but what an opportunity the crook had missed, at least that’s what Jack figured.

So, Jack just stared. Stared at the lovely Flag Girl out like a light, after midnight, nobody around, laying right behind his house! He thought about calling 911. They would come, help her, and maybe even catch the thief. He also thought of just watching, staying out of it, she’d come to soon, and he could watch her move around some more, dazed she would probably go after the criminal who had just escaped her grasp. But as he waited deciding whether to call she did not get up. She just laid there, maybe she was dead?

Jack made an impulsive decision. He threw on his jeans and sneakers, grabbed a jacket and went out to see Flag Girl! When he reached her he quickly realized she was not dead. He didn’t see any blood either. Her perfect chest was going up and down and as it was cold he could see a hint of visible breath coming from her mouth. No she wasn’t dead, just out for the count, completely unconscious. What to do now? Call for help? Had anyone else seen her? He figured not, as it was late, he had few neighbors, and there was little activity in this part of town at night. He went up to her, and Jack could not help himself. Scanning her perfect body, in that sexy costume, he just had to touch, touch her like he had never done to the Flag Girl action figure counterpart he kept under his bed.

Flag Girl was lying on her back, just perfect looking. He just lightly touched her perfect legs, and worked his way up, just slightly grazing her breast beneath her top in that great costume. “Ahhhhh” she whimpered, sighing and Jack jumped away. Was she coming to? No, just a slight groan, she was still out. Jack then acted impulsively, days later he would wonder if he made the right decision but he had to have her. Without thinking he quickly grabbed her, tossed the surprisingly light teen heroine over his shoulder and brought him back to his house. He had done it, maybe not as how it happens in his fantasies with a weapon or in combat, but he had done it! Jack Simpson had captured a super heroine!

Back in the warmth of his house he got scared. What if Flag Girl came to? He had seen her in action she could beat him to a pulp or worse. If she woke up suddenly he could tell her he was only trying to help her but then why not call for an ambulance. No, he had to act fast. He ran to the workroom and grabbed some rope, lots of rope. Just as he had in his fantasies or in miniature with his action figures he tied her up. Arms behind her back, ankles secure, and another length of rope at the knees to keep her secure. He then hogtied her with another piece of rope from her ankles to her wrists. He also gagged her with a rag from the kitchen and some more rope, just in case she woke up. Flag Girl wasn’t going anywhere!

Now what though? Jack wanted to molest her like he did in the alley, or worse. She couldn’t stop him. Nobody was around, but she was still out cold, and while that sort of appealed to him, he also liked it, in the comic books and internet stories anyway when the super heroine struggled against her bondage and the unwanted touch of a villain. No, Jack would wait, but what to do with her now, where to put her. Flag Girl was not an action figure he could keep in a box under his bed, hidden from the world, she was real. But why not, why not keep her like an action figure? Who was going to stop him?

Leaving Flag Girl unconscious and tied in the living room, up to the attic Jack ran. He knew it was up there, and it would be perfect – a large chest. It even had a big secure latch on it, so it would keep its “contents” safe. He found his late Grandma’s chest in a corner. Opening it he found it full of clothes and an old quilt. It smelled, of course, from moth balls. The clothing he tossed out, leaving the old quilt at the bottom. It was a struggle but he got the chest down the stairs and into his bedroom. The chest was big, but as he had a raised bed he could slide it on the wood floor and it barely squeezed under it. It fit, this could work. He then went downstairs and grabbed Flag Girl and brought him to his room. Jack was exhausted. He looked at the clock and it was almost 2 AM. He had school tomorrow. He should go to bed. But what about Flag Girl?

Jack retied her quickly, removing the hogtie and laying her flat in the old chest. He would then, he figured, just close the top, secure the latch, and hide her away and wait to “play” with her, just like a toy. But again, Flag Girl was no toy, she had to breathe, she would eventually have to eat and drink, and do other things any normal person did, right? That is if she ever woke up? Her head injury might be serious, what if she died? Nah, she seemed to be breathing o.k. and he did not even see a bump or bruis on her head. But, hurt or not, she would have to breathe, food, water, and “other” issues could wait, but not oxygen. Grandma’s Chest obviously was not designed for a person and Jack feared he would suffocate her. Simple enough, back to the workroom, Jack grabbed a drill and few minutes later there were plenty of large breathing holes. She would be fine. But wait, what about that Golden Belt with the “FG” on it, wasn’t that her “power belt”? If she woke up could she break even the thick rope he used? Would she smash through her impromptu “box” like Uma Thurman did in Kill Bill2? No he remembered from her comics, without the power belt she did not have her super strength, Flag Girl would be helpless. This was too good; so he took off her belt, admired its gold and “FG” insignia, and then put it in his underwear drawer. Nobody would find it there he chuckled.

He placed the gorgeous super heroine in the chest, fondling her breasts and ass one more time, he couldn’t help it, and placed his “sleeping beauty” in the chest. He then went to bed. He couldn’t believe it; he had a super heroine, in his bedroom, right under him, helpless. She was his, his toy, to, hopefully, do whatever he wanted to with her, to play with as much as he wanted, all to himself. Jack undressed, went to bed, and slipped into sleep; despite being the most excited he had ever been in his life. He dreamed that night of Ms. Americana and Flag Girl in bondage.

Jack was awoke with a start. Like a knocking on the front door, but it was closer. It was 6am and he was half asleep but he remembered Flag Girl almost immediately. Had he dreamed it? No, it was real, she was his, tied in his Grandma’s old chest beneath him. Right? But what was that knocking? It was coming from underneath him, and it did not stop. Of course, Jack thought, Flag Girl is awake! He flew out of bed and pulled the chest out from underneath his bed. He almost tore open the lid he was so excited, maybe it was a dream, maybe she wasn’t really there, but NO! There was flag girl. Still tied up, still wearing that gag. Apparently she had been tapping or knocking on the side or bottom of the chest with her elbow or hand, or maybe a boot. As soon as the top door opened though she looked at him, she seemed almost relieved like he was her rescuer or something, after all, no high school kid was a villain, and this boy was certainly not the large man who she had fought at the warehouse last night. Surely she believed he was his savior. No such luck Flag Girl.

Jack rubbed his eyes. He still wasn’t 100% sure it was really her. But it was her, Flag Girl, super heroine, Ms. American’s young protégé, tied up and helpless looking back at him. Flag girl made the “mmmmppph” sound, god he loved that, trying to speak. She looked at him plaintively, obviously wanting him to untie her, let her go. But he wasn’t going to…darn, he should have worn a mask, stupid amateur mistake, she saw him, if he wasn’t going to let her go, and if he was going to have his way with her she would know him. She would find him and send him to jail or worse. It was a mistake he might regret, but then again, maybe he would never let her go.

Flag Girl continued to struggle and now seemed surprised and scared that this young kid, whoever he was, was maybe her captor. Certainly he wasn’t untying her. Jack was still a little scared himself, worried anyway. What now? His mom might come home and find him standing over a chest with a tied up girl inside! He did have school, but why go? What if she escaped while he was away? He needed a plan, he needed time to think, and he also wanted time to take advantage of his good fortune in capturing his own, real, in the flesh, super heroine.

He slammed the lid of the chest shut and tried to think. Maybe, Jack thought, he had screwed up. What was he thinking? He could go to prison or, if he was lucky, some mental institution when they found out. It wasn’t too late, he could open the box, release Flag Girl, make some crap up about that big criminal last night actually tying her up, she would understand, hell he might be a hero for “rescuing” her, get his picture in the paper. The Police were probably looking for her, Ms. Americana too, what if they found him with her, tied up in his Grandma’s chest in his room! No. Don’t be a jerk, don’t be a weenie, Jack thought, be a man. When, ever, in your entire life, will you get opportunity like this again? How many guys like him were on the internet right now dreaming of what he had? No, he was going to do it, he was going to keep his little action figure, damn the consequences. And if he got caught he could say he was a stupid kid, or he could plead insanity. He might not even get in trouble.

Having decided to keep his prize, Jack needed a plan. He had to secure his “toy” in its “box” and make sure even if his mother poked around his room, which she never did, he would not be found out. He knew what to do. He would tie Flag Girl up in more strict bondage using more rope, chains, or whatever else he needed. Another blanket or quilt would muffle her noise, and a tighter gag would keep her quiet. Plus if he had to he would find a drug, chloroform or his mom’s “happy” pills. That way he could put her out if he went to school or left the house. It was coming together. It would work. It had to. He would have his action figure.

The first order of business was for Jack to get materials. A quick trip to the attic and his mom’s room and he had most of what he needed. He opened the Chest again and removed the now struggling and whimpering Flag Girl. She was trying to say something but he didn’t really listen, too much to do. He insulated the chest with some blankets, keeping the breathing holes clear. He also placed Flag Girl in a more restrictive tie, wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees tightly tied. A new gag, with duct tape made sure you could barely hear her and he placed her back in the box. He listened but could not hear her. He even knocked on the chest and kicked it, and he thought he barely heard something, not much; he could explain away those little noises if he had to. He also had taken some Xanax and Valium from his mom’s medicine chest, if he had to he could drug her too. This really could work!

Just then Jack heard the front door. MOM! Damn. Well at least Flag Girl was secure. He pushed the chest back under the bed and waited. “Jack are you here???” “Yes mom” he answered, trying to sound sick but doing a bad job. “Why aren’t you at school” she yelled her voice getting closer as him mom climbed the stairs to his room. Quickly he leapt under the blanket and tried to look sick. “I am sick mom” he whispered as he faked coughed. “Really”, she asked skeptically, she probably didn’t believe him, but Jack knew her disinterest would probably work for him just as well as any fake illness. She really didn’t care what he did most of his time, and again, it was rare she even came into his room. “O.k. Jack, do you need anything? If you do I will leave you some money but I have to get to work.” Great, go to work he thought, just leave.

“You remember Mark, right?” Jack didn’t but he also didn’t really care so he nodded absently. “Well he got a promotion and we may go to Vegas for this weekend to celebrate”. This was too perfect Jack thought again, no mom, Flag Girl to myself for two days, what luck! “O.K. Jack I am late for work so will talk tonight, o.k.”. No kiss good bye, no more inquiries into his health, she just said “goodbye” and was out the door.

Let’s see it was Thursday, tomorrow mom might go out of town, but what if she didn’t? It didn’t matter at least now Jack would have time to formulate a plan. Jack was still worried that even with a tighter gag and the padding Flag Girl could wake up make some noise while he was at school or wherever and mom would investigate. That would be quite the sight, her finding a tied up blonde girl with a mask and a costume under his bed. What would she think…oh well, he had bought a little time. Mom was gone, at least for now, he would figure it out, he had to.

Now it was time for some fun. Hell, Jack had captured Flag Girl over ten hours ago and he had barely touched her. Why wait. Who knows who what would happen next, maybe the police would knock on his door in the next few minutes, the time was now and he mine as well strike while the iron was hot. Out came the chest and he opened the lid and there she was, he thought it looked like she had been crying, or maybe she was just sweating, he wasn’t sure. She looked at him again, this time with defiance. Like: “Let me go now, you little piece of crap or I will get you…” But, he didn’t care. She was tied up in his bedroom, nobody knew where she was (he hoped), and he had the house and her to himself.

First things first, he lifted her out of the chest and put him on his unmade bed. She struggled a little but his rope work had been excellent and she was not going anywhere. Now he knew without her power belt she wasn’t any stronger than any other girl, and she was tied tight. Got she was hot. Struggling to undo her binds, trying to yell for help…that damn costume was so cute. But now it was coming off. He rolled her and undid her little halter top and released her large breasts. Flipping her over he just gazed at them. He was hard now, harder than he had ever been he thought. He was still wearing his t-shirt and boxer shorts and his dick was popping a major tent. Flag Girl noticed it and looked at him with disgust. What a bitch. He grabbed one of her breasts, Jack couldn’t believe it, he was fondling Flag Girl. He started to get on top of her, still kneading her breasts and touching her legs…then it happened. He came, and came, and came, spewing his seed. He came all over his shorts a bit of cum dripping down and hitting the bed and landing on Flag Girl’s stomach. Damn.

She looked at him, and must have realized what had happened. Jack’s face was red. He was embarrassed and she could tell. He even thought she was smiling, and if she did not have the gag in her mouth he was sure he would have laughed at her. What a jerk. His first time, a gorgeous helpless girl, and he had a premature ejaculation. What an idiot. It was just like at School, a really pretty girl, just looking at him with contempt and amusement, if she looked at him at all.

Jack was mad, angry and embarrassed; but mostly mad. She looked at her again, and she smirked. That was it. He slapped Flag Girl, hard in the face with an open hand. SMACK! He regretted it almost immediately after he did it. She made a little groan and her cheek turned red. He though he saw a tear. He felt bad, no, why, too bad, screw her (or not –damn) fucking haughty super heroine, thinks she is so great. She looked a little scared again as he stared down at her. He went to grab her breasts again, grabbed them hard and twisted her nipple, Flag Girl let out a whine through her gag. “MMMMM….NNNNNNNO” He thought she was trying to say no. He stopped. What now?

Back in the box. He was mad at his toy. He didn’t bother to put her halter top bag on, he just lifted Flag Girl, checking her bonds to make sure they were tight, and placed her back in the chest and shut the lid. He had to think. Now Jack was not the most experienced guy sexually, o.k. he had no experience. He was a high school virgin, no shame in that right? But its not like he didn’t have some idea of what to do…he had watched sex in lots of porn videos and he knew what to do, or at least he thought he did, he certainly took care of “business” himself many times, with his videos and super heroine bondage pictures and stories on the internet. But, why had he got so excited that he couldn’t take his “prize”? I mean he heard about premature ejaculation and not being able to get it up, etc. But he had no one to ask for advice, and embarrassed and frustrated he wanted to solve his problem, quick.

Easy Solution: the internet. Hell, anything you needed was on the internet. A quick search and sex advice popped up. There were lots of suggestions: Masturbate before sex, creams and gels, a cock ring, the “squeeze technique” it was all there. Even some advice on self-hypnosis and relaxation techniques might work. Control yourself. Jack was just too excited the first time. He would try again, soon. He went back to his bed, his captive just below him in her box. He was tired, not much sleep last night, and he dozed off for a while…

It was almost noon when Jack woke up and he immediately flipped on the T.V. Was there any news yet? Was Flag Girl reported missing? Was there even a report of the burglary he seen at the warehouse last night? Surely by now someone had noticed? No. Nothing yet, just the usual stuff, the War in Iraq, the Governor was in Delta City meeting with the Mayor, etc. If a super heroine disappeared someone would come looking right? Again, though, Jack thought, how long before the cops showed up? Who would report her missing though, her family, who? Did anyone know where she was last night or had she checked in with her mentor Ms. Americana and would she even notice her sidekick was missing so soon?

Well, that would wait. Jack was hungry. He had not had breakfast and although tired from the night and mornings spectacular events, and anxious to “try again” with his toy, he had to eat. He went down to the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich which he devoured. He was hungry. As he finished he thought again about his captive. Was Flag Girl hungry too? Thirsty? It was well after 1pm and he knew she had not drank or eaten at least since the incident at the warehouse, that was over 12 hours ago…he would check. He grabbed a box of donuts and a container of orange juice went upstairs.

He opened the latch on the chest and raised the lid again. Flag Girls eyes were closed, had she been sleeping, was she faking? A stupid trick that wouldn’t work, he slapped her cheek, not hard like the last time, just to wake her up. Immediately she opened her eyes, perhaps remembering her predicament and glared at him. “Hi Flag Girl” Jack said. She just stared at him. “Are you hungry?” Jack asked showing her the donuts “thirsty?” She just looked at him and glared, with that “fuck you” defiant stare. Mom was gone, no one was around, so for the first time since he had captured her Jack removed Flag Girl’s gag.

“Let me go you jerk!” She screamed at him. She was mad and her reaction and anger took Jack a little by surprise at first, but I guess it made sense, he had captured her, tied her up, fondled her tits, kept her in a dark little box, and tried to rape her. “You are going to jail you little sicko…let me go, now! YOU BASTARD! If you touch me again I swear I will kill you” She strained against her bonds, Jack was excited again. “No Flag Girl I don’t think I will untie you…not now anyway”. And before she could protest he replaced her gag and tied it securely. “No lunch for you, bitch…” He casually ate a donut and down some juice just to taunt her. She just glared, that would change he imagined, as the days went on and she got thirstier and hungrier.

Jack knew his mom would be home tonight. Probably by 6pm. He had a few hours and it was time to try again. He lifted Flag Girl out of the box and put her back on his bed. She made the usual noises of protest through her gag but he didn’t care. Her breasts were still exposed and he grabbed them again, his cock went rock hard again, and he remembered his previous problem, so did Flag Girl Jack thought as he saw a quick smirk cross her face. So he stopped. He undid the rope on her knees, but left her ankles and wrists tied tight. He knew he had cum just a few hours ago, maybe he could hold out this time like those websites had said. One website, belonging to a porn star, had preached leaning to control your ejaculation by feeling when you were going to cum and thinking of something non-sexual. How could he do that with a hot super heroine bound before him? He would try. He felt he might explode now, but he concentrated, think of something else. He grabbed at Flag Girls skirt, pulled it aside and grabbed her little star spangled panties, bitch, he thought, I’m going to have you now.

His hands went back to her breast and he kneaded them hard. She groaned, and tried to protest, but Flag Girl’s gag was too tight. “AMHMMMMMMM” is all he heard. He didn’t want to look at her face, afraid that eye contact might scare him or cause another problem like last, but he glanced, and she looked scared, really frightened. This made him more confident. Jack was in control. She was helpless, no power belt, tied up tight. He pinned her legs now, and pulled her panties down to her ankles, he left ankles tied loosely, why take a chance? He left her skirt on but pushed it up over her cute tight little belly. He was worried she might kick, but he was on top. In fact she did try to break free but he had the advantage of weight and gravity, she could not get loose. She was spread before him. Helpless…She struggled, trying to get loose, but she couldn’t. Flag Girl was tough, he gave her that.

It was time. Back on top he grabbed her breast again, and then he took his rock hard cock in his hand and jammed it in her pussy. She squealed and tried to buck him off, she tried to roll, but couldn’t. He was inside her, he was fucking Flag Girl. It was all too much, a minute, two? He could not hold out much longer, pumping, she was bucking and her hips were moving trying to disgorge his dick from her. Flag Girls verbal and physical protests (she was groaning through the gag) got him so excited he came, and came hard: “OH GOD!” he yelled, and his shot his load into Flag Girl. He hadn’t lasted long, but he had done it. He was proud and excited. He was no virgin now, he was a man, and he had lost it to the hottest chick he had ever met, a super heroine, the great and powerful flag girl was his and he had taken her!

He collapsed on top of her with a grunt. Ahhhhhh…it was too much. He was panting, completely spent. He just lay on top of her absently kissing her neck and casually rubbing her gorgeous tits. She was breathing hard too; he heard her whimpering beneath the gag. He felt her quivering beneath him. She had been taken!

Jack just laid there on top of Flag Girl; he rested her head on her large breasts like two little pillows. He may even have dozed off a little, he wasn’t sure. She was breathing hard beneath him, scared, abused, frightened. He had conquered a super heroine, had his way with a real action figure, and it was great. But it was getting late and he had to prepare. He untied her legs from the bed legs, and then put her panties back on, redressing his action figure, fixing her little skirt. He even replaced her halter top, covering her magnificent breasts; he wanted her back in costume, ready to be played with again later. She barely moved, she didn’t try to fight, he had won. He then re-tightened the rope on her ankles and re tied her knees. Again, she did not even protest. She just laid there, beaten, sobbing under her gag. A gag he now undid again, he wanted to hear her, hear her plead and whine, and maybe beg.

She tried to lick her lips when he removed the gag, she was beaten and with the gagged removed she breathed heavily through her mouth now, almost panting. “What did you do to me…you bastard…” Her voice trailed off…she wasn’t as loud and defiant as before. The fondling, the forced sex, no food or drink for almost a day, no power belt, had weakened her, he could tell. “Let me go, just let me go…:” Flag girl was almost begging. “Let me go you little sick freak, they will find me, Ms. Americana will come and save me, you are going to be very sorry when she finds you.”

The threat, particularly Ms. Americana, scared Jack. He went to replace the gag; “wait no…” she tried to protest, but the gag went in. He removed it. “What?” Jack asked her. “Please can I have a drink, some of that juice.” “NO! I think not now, I am a ‘little sick freak’, remember? When your attitude changes, maybe…but I will give you something” he told her. He grabbed a Xanax and two small Valiums and forced them in her mouth. He held her mouth shut as Flag Girl tried to spit them out: She could swallow them or they would dissolve in her mouth, she swallowed almost choking. “What were those you prick, you bastard…” Too late, she had taken them. Jack shoved the gag back in her mouth and secured it again. It was getting late and his mom would be home from work soon. He looked down at Flag Girl.

She looked up, were the drugs working? Her eyes seemed to become glazed and her eyelids fluttered. Maybe she was exhausted; maybe it was the drugs, or both. Back in the chest she went, back in her box. It was time to put away his toy for now, he would play with her later but for now he was done.

His timing was good. Just as he had secured the chest back under his bed Jack heard his mom come home. “Jack…where are you?” Great Jack thought, she’s back. His mom called him down the stairs, yelling his name: “Jack are you still sick? Come down here and help me with the groceries!” He threw on his robe and came down. Maybe it was his “activity” that afternoon, but his mom remarked that he looked tired and pale, did he have a temperature? She was nice, maybe he really was sick she probably thought. She made him some soup for dinner and some plain chicken. She was actually nice.

“Should I not go away this weekend, will you be o.k. honey?” Damn, Jack thought, this could be bad. “No mom, I am fine, go to Vegas have fun with Mike…” “Mark” she corrected him, whatever who cares, just go he was thinking. “O.K. honey we have an early flight so I will probably be gone when you get up. Now I have my cell, but you are old enough to take care of yourself though, so don’t call unless it is an emergency.” “No problem mom…” Jack said. “And, I got you groceries for the weekend and here is some money if you need anything, I hope you will be o.k. alone, will you be well enough for school tomorrow…?” she asked. She really was being nice, he had his prize upstairs, so what the hell, he would be nice too, “No problem, I feel better already, great soup, thanks, I think I will just go to bed early…” “Good idea” his mom said, “I got the dishes, you just go to bed…” “Thanks Mom” Jack said “and he went off to his bedroom”.

He heard his mom cleaning up downstairs. He wanted to play with his toy again, his sexual conquest this afternoon had given him confidence and he was anxious to do it again. He touched his penis and it began to get hard just thinking of the tied up Flag Girl beneath him. No. Too risky with mom in the house, he would wait. Wait till his mom was gone. But it wouldn’t hurt to check on Flag Girl real quick. He pulled out the chest, undid the latch and opened the lid; he still couldn’t believe it when he looked down at his prize. There she was…Flag Girl, in costume, helpless and tied up. She was asleep, the drugs had worked he guessed, she was out like a light. He squeezed her breast and she groaned but did not open her eyes. It was perfect, she was perfect. He felt himself get hard yet again, he was High School Senior after all it seemed he was always horny, but he would have to wait. He closed the lid, and slid the chest back, no Flag Girl was his, but he would have to wait.

He turned on his computer, went to the internet to check and see if there had been news. He searched news at Yahoo and Google and while Ms. Americana and Flag Girl’s names popped up in various stories there was no report of her missing or captured. He knew, or at least really believed, that the super heroines had been caught before by villains or crooks, tied up, etc. Of course, they always escaped. He wondered what other villains had done before they were caught, had they used their prize as he had. Maybe Ms. Americana was searching for Flag Girl now, maybe not. He didn’t think it likely she would be looking in his house though, under his bed, not tonight anyway. He worried a bit, checked the news again, he found nothing and went to bed. A quick game of HALO on X-BOX and he felt really exhausted. He heard his mother in the hall, did she check on him or just go pack? Who knew? More importantly his “toy” was making no noise and she suspected nothing. He was tired, really tired and he fell asleep quickly, dreaming of Flag Girl and sex and what he would do to her tomorrow.

Jack awoke with a start. What time was it? 7AM…time to get up; time to go to school, shit. He went to check on his mom’s room. She was gone, off to Las Vegas, “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” he thought thinking of the ads. And, what happens in his room stays in his room too now that he had privacy, at least through the weekend anyway. He went back to his room. He wanted to check on his Flag Girl Action Figure, the real one tied up under his bed. He opened the chest and there she was, the light woke her up and she looked at him, probably remembering where she was and what her predicament was, she tried to glare, but Flag Girl looked tired too, maybe the drugs hadn’t worn off.

Jack felt her up real quick, hell those breasts were great, but he had to get to school. Fuck, school he thought I will stay here, no he knew he had a test in history today and other stuff to do. Plus, he had thought of an important thing to do, and he needed access to the School’s computers and the chemistry lab. There was research to do. “Bye Flag Girl, see you after school…” he laughed, shutting the lid and replacing the chest in its hiding place under the bed. She would be there when he got home and then he would have more fun.

Jack barely got through his classes. He was distracted. Not that anyone, teachers included really noticed. He was just one more student, full of the typical teenage stuff, and who could tell what was going on with him or anyone of the other 1000 plus students. Walking through the halls and in class Jack did notice some of the prettier girls in his school. He looked at them differently now, knowing what it was like to be with a real woman. Some, especially this one tall dark haired cheerleader with perfect breasts, were really hot, but not nearly as hot as Flag Girl. And unlike Flag Girl these girls were not his toy, they wouldn’t even piss in his ear if his brain was on fire. None of them knew. None of them would ever believe what he had done yesterday and the prize he had waiting for him at home. Fuck them, he didn’t need those girls, he had his very own girlfriend at home, and she had to do what he wanted.

Jack skipped his last class, P.E., screw gym. The worst part was the locker room where anything from wedgies to a decent beating was possible for a geeky nerd like him. Just as well, Flag Girl was waiting, and gym was the last thing he needed. He would get his workout out home. He rode his bike home as fast he could, sweating a lot by the time he reached his door. He was going to run right upstairs but he was thirsty so he went to the kitchen first and grabbed some juice. That reminded him, orange juice, the drink Flag Girl had first refused and then begged him for. He had captured Flag Girl early Thursday morning, just after midnight, it was now Friday afternoon. She had had nothing to drink or eat in almost two days. She would be begging for a drink now.

Upstairs he bounded. He still was excited every time he pulled out his prize and opened the lid. Like opening a Christmas present again and again, and there she was, still tied, still facing him. It looked like she had been crying, her eyes were red and her cheeks were wet. Obviously nobody was coming to save her and she was scared and upset. He took out her gag, and Flag Girl coughed and choked. Her lips looked dry. “Please, she said water…please…so thirsty…” “Please, I have to get out of this box, I can’t stay in here anymore, please, water, please…” She begged and he loved it her helplessness.

And what will you do for me, Jack thought, but he knew what he wanted. He had thought about it all day, especially when he had seen the dark haired cheerleader with those gorgeous lips, he wanted a blow job, and he wanted it now. He grabbed her out of the box and placed Flag Girl on her knees in on the floor by his bed. Her arms tied behind her back, and at the knees and ankles, she had trouble staying up. She also looked exhausted and obviously dehydrated. She was weak, really weak.

“I want a blow job, now, Flag Girl”, Jack said unzipping his pants and removing his already stiffening cock. Just seeing her helpless made him so hard. “No, fuck you” she said, “I won’t do that you pig…” “I thought you were thirsty, fine back in the box until tomorrow, maybe then you will change your mind.” “No please, I will die without water, so thirsty, please…” “You might die, who knows, but if you blow me slut I will let you drink” Jack said. “My mouth is dry, please…and this box is horrible, it is dark and scary and cold.”

“O.K., Flag Girl, I get you a sip or two of water but then it is oral sex time or back in the box, o.k.?” She nodded, fine. Jack went to the bathroom grabbed a cup and brought her a little water. Putting it to her mouth she gulped trying to get more. “NO”, Jack said, “Just a sip or two now, and then maybe more later, besides if you do a good job you will have plenty to drink soon”. Flag Girl figured out what he meant and looked at him with disgust, “No, forget it”, she said, no way. “Then fine, back in your dark box…” “Wait, no” Flag Girl begged “I will die in there, I am going crazy, it is dark, no light, nothing, please don’t put me back in that horrible box…” “Then you will do as I ask?” Jack said. “Yes fine, I will do it…” That was more like it Jack thought, Showtime!

Jack lowered her halter top and began to massage her breasts. His cock was now rock hard again. He put it in her mouth and she began to suck. “No biting and no yelling for help” Jack warned “If you give me any trouble I will place you back in the box, bury it, and you, in my backyard and you can die there.” She nodded, she wasn’t going to take that chance he realized. The blow job wasn’t great at first, her mouth was still a little dry and she started out slowly, but the saliva formed naturally and the little water he had gave her seemed to help. She sucked and sucked, working it now, Jack figured she had done this before. By choice or by force he wasn’t sure? But she seemed to know what she was doing particularly with her tongue. It didn’t last long, longer than the first intercourse he had yesterday, but less it was over quick, and when he came he came hard, right in her mouth. She swallowed too, maybe she was that hungry and thirsty. Good for her. Wow, Jack thought, my first god damn blow job, that was amazing!

She fell over on the floor after he came. She just lied their crying, whimpering and humiliated. “Please I am really thirsty and hungry can I please have some food? Please? Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone” Jack felt bad. He realized this was not one of his action figures, plastic dolls in a package that never had to be taken out. A super heroine yes, but she was a person too. Maybe he should untie her, let go. Wait, she was his prize, he had got her, don’t feel sorry for her, would she have given him a second thought in the real world. NO! She was begging now because she wanted help, typical. NO! Flag Girl was his action figure, she belonged to him, but she did have to eat.

He left her lying on his floor of his room. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was weak, no power belt, no food or drink, the forced sex, no she would lie where he left her. He went to the kitchen and fixed her a ham and cheese sandwich and some soup. He brought it back and decided to feed her himself. He wasn’t going to untie her that was for sure, not yet. He proper her up leaning with her back against the chest that had been her home for two nights and two days. “Eat this” he said and she did. He fed her small bites and wiped her mouth. He gave her a little soup and he thought she actually looked grateful, she was obviously hungry and thirsty and that was her priority now.

“Please, something to drink too, please” she almost smiled, was she flirting with him? “O.K.” he said and got her some more water. He put the cup to her mouth and she gulped it down. “Thank you…” she said, as she leaned back against the chest. “What’s your name?” Flag Girl asked. A trick again, no way, he knew her plan, be his friend make him feel bad for her, maybe let his guard down and wham! No way. “That is none of your business Flag Girl” Jack said, “and it time for you go back in your box!” “No, please, I can’t, please, whoever you are, you are just a kid, I won’t get you in trouble, you have had me now, you got what you wanted, just let me go please…” “I can’t trust you, sorry, besides I put a little more Valium in your soup you’ll be out soon anyway”. And Jack grabbed the gag, and despite her protests and grunts put her back in the crate and closed the top.” Damn, he was tired; it had been quite a couple of days. Jack needed a nap, so he lied on his bed and fell asleep.

When Jack woke up it was dark. He looked at the clock. Friday night 8pm. How many Fridays and he stayed home alone, not gone to the school dance, not had a date, or even a possibility of a date. Tonight was different. Tonight he had his Action Figure, he had Flag Girl, and he intended to have her completely. But wait, he did not want to be “Quick draw McGraw” again. His first two times probably hadn’t totaled more than 5 minutes. He wanted to really fuck Flag Girl, for a long time, make her cum even, force her to have an orgasm. But how? The websites he had checked talked about masturbating first, he had already cum hard once that day, what the hell, twice and he would last longer, right? He went on the internet and found the perfect motivation, too. A Ms. Americana and Flag Girl Comic Book type Story were they were both captured and tied up and raped by some computer geek Bill Gates type. How perfect! He looked at the story and his computer and pleasured himself. He cleaned up and he was ready, ready again for his toy.

Again he opened the lid. Flag Girl seemed almost happy to see him, he knew now she did not like it in the dark stuffy chest. And he guessed she would be happy if no matter who was there when she opened it. It did still smell like mothballs, and Jack imagined it wasn’t that much fun. Too bad for her, “Out you go babe, its date night.” Jack pulled her out and tossed him again on his bed. He untied her wrists from behind her back and tied her arms above her head to his headboard. He took off her halter and massaged those great tits again, god that never got old. He had plans for those breasts tonight. He then untied her legs and untied her ankles too. He also removed her skirt and panties. He left the boots on and retied each of her legs to the bed’s legs. Her legs now spread-eagle on his bed, with her arms tied tightly above her, she was ready for him. The whole time he untied and retied her, she didn’t really protest that much. She struggled a bit, but without that power-belt she was just a girl, like any other girl, this one weak from lack of food, being drugged and forced to have sex.

Jack looked down at his prize. She was naked now, again except for her mask, collar, gloves, and boots. Fantastic. A perfect body ready for him. He kept the gag on, his Action Figures did not speak and he did not need her yelling at him, complaining, whining, no he would have her like this: helpless, tied, unable to protest with words or movement. Just like a doll. She looked at him as his cock became still, Jack knew she knew what was next. She couldn’t stop him, another rape was coming and she was his. He attacked her like a wild lion in heat. Despite the blow job and the self pleasuring he was horny as hell. He went at her like an animal. He sucked and caressed her breasts, spit dripped from then as he sucked and bit them. He grabbed her ass, and slapped her flat stomach. He was now ready for the main event. He entered her like a rocket ship. Pounding and pounding. He was getting good at this sex thing, maybe all the practice alone had helped he laughed to himself. Up and down, up and down he went, like a jack hammer, smashing into her. Sweat was pouring off of him as he massaged her body. His mouth wanted those breasts but he moved up to her neck and face, biting, not hard, her neck. She was groaning, he thought she said “Stop” through the tight gag, or maybe it was “don’t stop”, he didn’t care.

Jack looked down at Flag Girl’s magnificent body. It was now glistening to with sweat as he entered her again and again and again. She began to moan, man it was too much. How long could he hold out? How long had Jack been at it? This was the most fun he had ever had, the best time of his life! On and on he went, pumping and pumping, man it was great, to be young and in shape and just fuck this super heroine like a rabbit. How long? 20 minutes, 30, 45? He knew it was a while. Flag Girl was whimpering under him, moaning, “MMMMMMM…STTTTTTP…MMMMORRRREEEEEEE”. She was shaking underneath him? Was it fear; was it pleasure, who knew? He couldn’t take it anymore though, a bomb was building in his cock, an explosion, he went off like an oil rig, he pulled out squirting his juice all over stomach and breasts, he yelled “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK” and he collapsed rolling over next to her. That had been incredible. The best ever! Man, he was never letting her go, never. He loved his Flag Girl.

She panted beside him, breathing hard, sweat and cum dripping from her chest, legs and belly. Man she was hot. Jack placed his hand between her legs. She was wet. He entered her with his fingers manipulating her pussy. She started to moan again. Damn this chick was hot, maybe she wanted more. He forced his whole hand in her, massaging her breasts now with his other hand grabbing them and pinching her nipples. He body began to shake again, and she moaned. He figured she came. What the heck. He was hard again, but this time he wanted to fuck her breasts. He stuck his cock between her perfect tits grabbing each one hard and titty fucked her. It was great and when he came in her face he felt terrific.

Jack went to the bathroom and showered quickly. He had sweat, his and hers, all over him, cum and her juices too, and he felt better once he was clean. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. He then grabbed another towel, wet it and went back to his bed. He wiped her face and mask. It had his jizz on it too, what a mess. She looked spent. Panting, cum and sweat on her. He used the towel to wipe the rest of her off, cleaning her legs and breasts. She didn’t seem to mind either way.

What a fuck! She was fantastic. The best. As a reward he would let her sleep outside her toy box tonight. He retied her arms and legs firmly and put a rope collar around her neck to the bed post. He then tied another length of rope from her ankles to one of the bed’s legs. She couldn’t get away. She would sleep with him tonight, in his bed. Like his own little doll, next to him, all night. He went to sleep, she slept too, helpless, tired, beaten, his, all his. Together they fell asleep, his arm resting over her lie it did his teddy bear when he was a little kid.

In the morning he untied the still sleeping Flag Girl and put her costume back on her, carefully redressing her, perfectly, just like the miniature action figure in the box she had now become to him. He then retied her with her arms behind her back and her legs bound tightly. It was Saturday morning now, and Jack was the happiest he had been ever. He had finally had sex, real sex, with a real woman, and a beautiful super heroine. She was his, his for ever! But he was hungry again, all that sex! Time for breakfast, time to refuel he thought. He made himself eggs and bacon ate heartily and then brought Flag Girl some toast and cereal. He fed her again, she was a little grogy, a little spent, obviously, from last night, but she ate and drank everything he gave her. She even thanked him again.

Back in the box, sorry, but I need to do some work, Jack thought as put Flag Girl back in the chest. She protested again, but it was inevitable and she just lied there as he closed and latched the old chest. He went to his backpack and took out the chemicals he had taken from the lab, using Valium and Xanax was fine to knock Flag Girl out, but it was slow, what if had to knock her out quick, or keep her quiet. No, he would make Chloroform and/or other chemicals to keep her quiet and under control. If he was going to keep her for a while he needed complete control over her. He went to the computer to check on other drugs and recipes for knockout gas, but before he could begin his search he could not believe the news on his homepage: FLAG GIRL MISSING –POLICE SEARCHE FOR SUPER HERO! - blared the headlines. Clicking on the stories he realized that all of Delta City knew Flag Girl was missing and everyone was looking for her. Ms. Americana had also scheduled a press conference for noon Saturday, today, at City Hall with the Mayor himself. Wow, what would she say, Jack wondered? He left the computer and turned on the local TV station. Immediately he saw Flag Girl’s picture with the word MISSING across it. Had she been captured by some evil gang of villains the pretty anchorwoman speculated, was she now being held for ransom, or tortured, or worse? Another reporter outside City Hall came on asking where was Flag Girl as she interviewed a passerby for his opinion? It seemed everyone in Delta City wanted to know what had happened to their protector, their very own super heroine.

Damn. Well it had to happen. You can’t capture the second biggest hero in your city and not expect to make some news.

Jack watched the story more and then flipped the channels looking for more news, and then there she was: the mighty Ms. American with the Mayor on the steps of City Hall. The news conference was just beginning: “Ladies and Gentleman” the Mayor said “I like every citizen of our great city is concerned about the whereabouts of the great crime fighter Flag Girl! She has been missing now since last Wednesday night and we are very concerned. Anyone, with any information should call 911 immediately. Let me assure whoever has Flag Girl the police will do everything they can until she is found. I also want to announce that there is a million dollar reward, put up by industrialist and local philanthropist Brenda Wade, for Flag Girl’s safe return. I now want to introduce Ms. Americana who has some words for the citizenry too.” Ms. American looked great, big breasts, tall, in that fantastic costume of hers, with the star spangled bra and tiny panties, man she was even sexier then Flag Girl, Jack thought. “Thank you Mr. Mayor” Ms. Americana began, “today I come for your help. My partner, my protégé, my friend, Flag Girl is missing and I need your help. If anyone sees her please call the police immediately. She has not been seen or heard from in over 3 days. The Delta City police and I are investigating and I warn whoever has her to release her now or face the consequences. I will search every corner of Delta City if I have too, no stone will remain unturned, and I will not rest until she is safe!” Arrogant bitch, Jack though, so tough and mighty, but damn, a million dollar reward! Uh oh…

A reporter interrupted Ms. Americana asking if they had any clues. “I may know where Flag Girl was Wednesday night, I certainly know who and what she was investigating; and I, with the help of the Mayor, the police force, and the fine people of Delta City, will retrace her steps and find her, no matter how long it takes, more I can not say now…” With that Ms. Americana left the steps as the cameras followed her to her red white and blue sports car. The press shouted questions after her, but she did not stop. She looked damn determined; she jumped in her car and sped away.

Jack turned off the T.V. Shit. How long before Ms. Americana came to the warehouse. Did she really know that Flag Girl was staking out that warehouse place? Would she be able to connect the burglary to this house? How? She couldn’t really check every building, every home in Delta City. No, what were the chances? But how long could he keep Flag Girl hidden. How long before someone found out, a friend, a classmate, a greedy neighbor anxious for the reward, even his mother? No, the city was big, but Jack knew Ms. Americana’s reputation, her never ending quest for justice. Jack was positive Ms. Americana would literally scour the city to find her young sidekick. She would never give up until Flag Girl was safe. Eventually he figured she might get lucky. Make the connection with Flag Girl’s stakeout or find the criminal who knocked out Flag Girl? What if the thief was captured and talked? That would bring Ms. Americana right here! What would Jack do then??? He didn’t know for sure.

He knew one thing, though; he knew he needed a plan and soon. Ms. Americana was coming, coming to save Flag Girl, coming to get the person or persons who had kidnapped Flag Girl. Coming to rescue her friend and protégé and take her revenge on anyone who had dared hurt her beloved sidekick.

Fine, let her find me Jack thought; let the high and mighty Ms. Americana try to take his toy away. If Ms. Americana did find him Jack Simpson would be ready for her! Ready perhaps to add another action figure to his burgeoning collection.

To be continued…