Blunder Broad and Ms. Americana

The Whore, The Better...

E.N.Cuire

Our guest, Ms. Americana, is a creation of Mr.X and copyright remains with him. As for Blunder Broad, her coyright remains with my Mentor, the late Eric Stanton and myself, having been given charge of Blunder Broad. Please do not pass this story on without permission of either Mr.X or myself.

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Things had gone from bad to worse in Delta City where Brenda Wade reigned supreme as one of the most important business people of the area. She had shied away from magazines like Forbes and the Wall Street Journal, prefering to work her philanthropy quietly and without Trump like fanfare. Despite the obvious great beauty of the Lady and her beautiful, lush body, she was rarely persued by Paparazzi because Brenda Wade just wasn't good copy.

None around her except her charge, was aware that Brenda Wade was also an Amazon and a Superheroine who went by the name of Ms. Americana. A Superheroine who was a paragon of virtue and who had maintained such lofty repute by the use of her lasso as she insured those who had defeated that virtue would never remember having done so and would thus, never be able to besmirch said virtue. Things were compiling and were overwhelming the two Superheroines, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. Crime, in the form of prostitution and white slavery had exploded and the Police seemed powerless to do anything about it.

A new Criminal Superduo had moved into the Red Light district and had taken over, strongarming the pimps, the prostitutes and the owners of brothels into compliance in what became known as the Kinky Kartel in the tabloids.

He called himself, Master Full and was tall, handsome in a sleezy, smarmy way that attracted the kinds of girls he wanted to attract. Beautiful, rich girls who lived on the fringes of danger and who loved bad boys. Full was the baddest one of all and his reputation as a cocksman spread quickly, a guy who could exhaust any Woman and still keep it up and going. It was rumored that he had fucked several Movie starlets and NFL cheerleaders to death. Of course, no charges had ever been brought despite suspicions and the deaths were ruled as untimely deaths by heart attacks. He was said to be insatiable, as was his partner in crime, Mistress Lezboa, an exotic, dark skinned Beauty who wore the blackest of rubber and latex to fit over a body that rivaled that of Ms Americana herself.

The tabloids had printed stories along with photoshopped photos about how Master Full had sexually dominated Flag Girl while she was still wearing her power belt and while Ms. Americana had to allow her own domination and abuse by Lezboa in order to permit Flag Girl to keep her power belt on. Ms. Americana knew her pretty sidekick would be literally fucked to death without the extra powers the belt imbided her with. Both Superheroines had been shown as total sluts and enjoying the sexual assaults they were forced into. The photoshopped efforts were too close to the real events for the comfort of both Superheroines. Lesboa had even given an interview to the tabloids where she'd discribed the defilement, degredation and enslavement of Ms. Americana in detail so lurid that even the tabloids had to draw back on reporting all the details as described to their reporter.

Ms. Americana was livid as she paced. "Darned tabloids have no respect. Glorifying the very criminals they whould be decrying... How dare they speak so badly of us..."

"We were forced, for goodness sake..." Went Flag Girl, perchance forgetting how much she enjoyed the wild fucking she'd received. Her gloved hand was not forgetting as it crept between her legs to displace her panties so fingers could wend their way into a already salivating and well abused well. "We have to find a way to take them down..."

"We need someone who can take everything they can dish out to her sexually and exhaust them. Someone who will be their willing slave and can take all manner of punishment." Ms. Americana was pacing and Flag Girl knew better than to interrupt when Ms.A was apace. However.

"We need a Superheroine who's a real whore..." Said Flag Girl.

"What? What did you just say? You said whore... I taught you better than that... Ohmygosh. You're right Flag Girl... The one we must hire is a Superheroine who is a real whore... Let's use the Wade computer to access the FBI files, see if we can find the one we need..."

They were quickly on the computer in their secret chamber and Ms. Americana's gauntleted fingers were blurs on the keyboard as she went into files that only the Government and she could access. She ahd to use a series of passwords that even Flag Girl was not allowed to know.

"Ah. I think I've found her! There are two more but they seem to have husbands and are Mother and Daughter. This one single I've found is known as Femme Courageous, comes through a connection with another Amazon, name of Blunder Broad... Wade Security will hire her and will bring in Ms. Americana to detail her mission..."

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The sleek jet landed at the out of the way airport, touching down gracefully. Wade Industries Pilots were the best that money could hire. The two Rolls Royce engines spolled down as the aircraft turned smoothly toward the waiting black Durango with the blacked out windows, pulling to a stop about fifteen feet from the big Dodge. A door let down, doubling as a stairway for short field landings and a vision of overwhelming Femininity descended the stairs, medium blue boots flashing highlights in the sun, the crimson micro dress only just keeping covered what it was supposed to cover. And promise.

"Oh, shoot, Ms. A. She's... Uh... Sexy..." Went Flag Girl who, now initiated into the World of Lesbos, found herself turned on unexpectedly.

"Yes-s-s... She is..." Answered Ms. Americana, certainly not imune to a body so many had lusted after and many had conquered. "They wont be able to keep their hands off her..."

"Surely, she can't be having an effect on me... I am Delta City's Paragon of virtue..." Went Ms. Americana to herself, her panties being moisted despite her wishes to the contrary. "Time to greet Femme Courageous..."

Red, white and blue, red white and blue met red white and blue as Ms. A and Flag Girl got out of the SUV and greeted their hired guest. Ms. A in her familiar, overly short shorts with power belt around that so slim waist, the knee high, high heeled boots with heels as extreme as FC was wont to wear and elbow length matching red leather gloves. And a blue mask with white stars, and a tiara that denoted her status as an Amazon Princess. FC's eyebrow, under her own blue mask, lifted in appreciation as Ms.A stared back at the blue crotch booted, blue masked and gauntletted, crimson micro dressed FC, FC's waist cinched as tightly as Ms.A's with the white wide belt bearing the six pointed star. FC gave a glance to the small Blond, also in red, white and blue who was obviously Ms.A's sidekick.

Up closer, Ms. Americana was shocked to note that Femme Courageous' body rivalled her own in sublime oppulence. "How come?" She asked FC, "We had to go through Blunder Broad to reach you?"

FC paused for but a moment. "You might say that Blundie and I are closer than sisters..." She replied, not wanting these two beauties to know Femme Courageous was, in fact, Blunder Broad who had taken on another persona to make the money she needed to survive.

"You've done work for the FBI, we're informed..." Asked Ms. Americana once they were in the big SUV. "We're told you had to take all manner of sexual assault to get the information the Fibbies needed to bust a Maffia Family... You and two other Amazons."

"True." Went FC. "Those Family guys sure knew how to put it to a gal but so did the Mistress of the big Boss. She was the biggest pain of all... But you didn't spend a lot of money to bring me here just to talk..."

"We... Ah. Have a problem in Delta City. It... Ah... Deals with prostitution and white slavery... However. It... Ah... Seems that Flag Girl and I are... Complete patsies so dare not confront the two principals directly. It's terribly hard to say this... Last time we met, both Flag Girl and I became their sex slaves..."

"And you're too prim to admit you liked it... You're afraid you can't defeat them at their own game. Sex..."

"Ah... Yes. And we hear tell that you can take about everything they could dish out and hopefully, can exhaust them so we can arrest them once and for all time... This was made clear to your friend Blunder Broad... As you said, you are being paid a lot of money to sexually exhaust them and their guards so we can get them in custody."

"They are truly sexual deviants..." Added Flag Girl. "Capable of the most dispicable sexual abuse... And, yes. Because of our power belts, we became easy sexual targets and, once turned on, could just go along for the ride and, horribly, enjoy it... We were lucky to get away..."

"Ah. Yes." Went FC, not in the least judgemental. "I've been there... We Superheroines have enhanced powers and, along with those enhanced powers, comes enhanced sexual yearnings. I'm guessing you ahve to keep your pristine images intact and are afraid they'll enlsave you and unmask you... At least, I can not be unmasked by mere mortals... I have to want to take off my mask so they wont get that pleasure..."

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It was raining when FC took to the streets of what was known as Delta City's red light district. Rain didn't bother the Superheroine as her tall, tall boots kept tootsies high and dry. The crimson leatherubber microdress, the blue gauntlets that matched her boots, the blue mask, the wide white belt and the tiara caused eyes to rivet in her direction and the full, lush body caused those same eyes to open further and jaws to drop. Johns and hookers alike eyed the newcomer in awe. Only Ms. Americana could have had a similar effect on the area's denizens. FC's soaked leatherubber costume left about as much to the imagination as Ms. Americana's much skimpier costume due to how it stuck wetly to FC's bountiful body. FC was headed for a night club cum bar called "The Glory Hole".

A loud wolf whistle brought her to a stop. Not that FC had not been whistled at before, she had. This whistle was loud and it was lewd and came from a huge man who was handsome in a nasty way and dressed head to toe in black leather. Beside him, a very big Black Woman had appeared, dressed head to gleaming toes in shiny latex and rubber.

"My goodness..." Went the man. "I think it's a Superheroine who's come to shut us down..."

FC took up a stance she, as Blundie, had oft employed before. Booted legs spread well apart, gauntleted hands on her lsucious hips. "If you're Mister Full, you're right. I'm closing you down..." "Oooffff"

The last remark was due to a bull whip that encircled her body most painfully and was pulled, sent lashing again and again, giving FC no chance to protect herself as vicious leaden tips struck engorging nips and between long legs as well. The man moved down the steps and, when the whip retracted, moved forward and sent a huge haymaker at FC's chin, spinning her around on those high heels then sending a huge hamfist crashing down on her noggin, driving her to booted knees. Her head was grasped in two huge, gloved hands and brought forward fast to meet a leather covered knee with a sound that was like a long wooden plank hitting the ground from a six story buiding.

Lezboa had, meanwhile, been putting spiked knuckledusters on over her black rubber gloves and, at a signal from Full, who stepped back from having his fun, stepped forward and started using FC as big punching bags as Full lifted the Heroine to booted feet so her boobs could be decent targets for the fists now pummeling deeply into the breastflesh. A crowd was starting to gather around them and Lezboa was really thrusting her spike knuckle duster gloved fists wrist deep as she put her weight behind each and every blow.

"Harder, Please!" Gasped FC, loud enough for the people closest to hear. And laugh. At Lezboa. Who redoubled her efforts at those humungous hooters so many had pummeled in the past. Laughed again as FC visibly shuddered on what was obviously an orgasm. Full raised a gloved hand to stop Lezboa and kidney punched FC, bending her over before bringing a leather clad knee up hard under FC's chin, righting her stance immediately. Full's knee.

FC was staggering now. Full turned her and ran her at the stone bannister alongside the building steps at top speed, bending her head downward so it rammed the banister hard. Then, for bad measure, grabbed hold of her hair and slammed her face into the bannister top several times, hard enough to knock a nomral Woman completely out.

"This here's another o' them Sooperheroines who think they can come down and close us down, take away our ability to make a living..." Master Full went in a loud voice. "We are going to send her home with her tail well rounded after she gets the crap fucked and beaten out of her..."

FC heard the sounds of a zipper being pulled down and felt herself deeply stuffed with a suddeness she hardly expected. Her blue eyes widened and her pert but bloody lips opened in an 'oh' of shock. She felt like a Tomahawk Missile had been driven up her cunt, hot, hard, slightly pliant and deep. Her log booted legs widened of their own accord in order to further accomodate him and FC had no arguement against his name. She was full of Full.

"Gowan, fuck the shit out'a her..." Shouted a hooker from the crowd now gathering. "Kick the piss out'a her... Show 'em Soopercunts they cant do us dirty..."

Full was doing just that and enjoying himself tremendously, enjoying the adulation of his fans as he stroked long and hard into the 'Sooperheroine' before turning her toward Lezboa who was unzipping and ready to receive a little oral enjoyment. FJ's mouth missed not a beat as it latched on, limpet like, to what was profered.

Two figures stood away from the crowd, long black rubber capes glistening in the rain, hoods covering two heads and only red high heeled boots giving a hint as to the sex of the watchers.

"Surely she can't be enjoying that..." Went Flag Girl as FC shuddered in waht Ms Americana took to be orgasm. Ms Americana failed to see that Flag Girl's gloved fingers were pressing up her own sweet pussy, already sopping wet as she remembered her own defilement. Flag Girl, in turn, didn't notice that Ms Americana's gloved ahnds were hard at work up her own abused well in rememberance of Full's so filling of that comodious and welcoming cunt.

"She's doing just fine... She's got them just where we want them... Of course, Full and Lezboa are going to have her fucked by some of their richest and most perverted customers... But, from what I hear about Femme Courageous, she can handle that... But Full and Lezboa wont be able to keep their hands off her and will keep fucking her until they are too tired to avoid our capture..."

"Oh darn. That's got to hurt... He unplugged and rammed it up her ass... "

"Yes-s-s-s..." Went Ms. Americana, remembering that pleasure and orgasming, hoping Flag Girl would not recognise the signs. Flag Girl didn't because she was, herself, in the throes of orgasm and trying to stem the flow of her own juices down her well shaped legs, her red gloves assop with her femoils as those red covered hands continued to delve deeper into herself. Trouble was, no one was imune from the vision of such a lush body getting so much abuse, specially if they had been there themselves.

The one being sucked off by FC was certainly not imune, either. She was orgasming obviously and pounding on FC's head as FC kept at her appointed chores. "This slut has an asshole that's like a second cunt..." Gasped Full as he continued to fill it, hugely and grossly. "She's milking my cock like the greatest cunt on Earth and with her asshole... She'll make us a fortune..."

On Full's nod, two of his bodyguards moved in and unzipped before persuading FC's gautletted hands around two humungous cocks and FC went right away to doing another chore she;d done so many times before. In ugly parlance, wanking the two members aimed directly at her sublime, undulating form. "Darn, they're good..." FC went to herself as Full made her rectum full to overflowing while the two on each side of her followed suit with gobs of cum they strayed over her, from boobs to boots. She'd managed (Another) orgasm of her own while causing Lezboa to cum along in the best tonguing Lezboa had ever received. Her eyes rolled loosely around in their sockets and she started throwing weak haymakers at her pleaser who just kept up the assault on Lezboa's cunt while her own ass continued to be assaulted by the satyr named Full. And FC, herself, continued to quake as she grabbed two more pricks in gauntletted hands and used those to hose herself again.

"Ms. A... She certainly seems to be good at looking like a Superheroine being enslaved. Oh, my..." Went Flag girl, attempting to disguise another self induced orgasm. "I'd love to have her sucking on my honey pot... And I'd love to use a huge strap on in hers..." Flag added to herself, surprised at how much the ideas turned her on even more.

"Oh, darn. Yes-s-s-s" Went Ms Americana as she hoped the rain was disguising the femoils she herself could not stem, that were flowing freely down her own boots now. Her own gloved hands had found her own nipples and she was giving them a treatment she'd avow to dispise should some neffarious diletante be tweaking them. If asked to go in to make an arrest right now, Ms A would certainly be hard put to make a move because she was orgasming so hard, remembering and feeling what FC was obviously enduring. She'd certianly not admit her most unwanted yet real thoughts to her charge. It would be too embarrasing and humiliating. At least the rain was washing away the evidence so Flag girl wouldn't detect it. Little did Ms. Americana realise that Flag Girl was having the same problems. The problem of having the genes of Aphrodite was, orgasms could weaken the Heroine and the Heroine was ten times as apt to become aroused as a normal Nymphomaniac. Both Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, having been where FC was, were turned on to the maximum and both, although they'd never voice it, would love to trade places with FC. FC, for the moment, was the one in the kinky tableau, yet did not seem to mind at all.

FC was churning along like the World's greatest slut as she took, shook, drooled and gave. Lezboa had managed to uncouple long enough to turn herself around and unzip her rear so FC coule pay the same adulation to her rectum as she'd paid so well to her other well. Lezboa's booted legs were visibly shanking as she machine gunned orgasm anfter orgasm, never having been ass reamed in a like manner and by someone so eminently adept and practiced in the art. Full noticed the change in Lezboa and redoubled his own efforts, sending his huge, powerful gloved hands around FC's boobs and dug fingers into those oft abused dugs with a power strong enough to lacerate milk ducts and cause intense pain to the patsy, something, as we know, she'd oft gotten off on. And didn't fail to enjoy this time around, either, breast flesh vomiting between ebony gloved fingers as they went deep, looking now more like partly inflated balloons or breasts on an overabundant rubber sex doll. Full filled FC again with a sadistic roar but the audience, by now, detected that the whore was getting and taking to the detriment of the duo, her abusers in chief.

"She's almost got Lezboa out for the count..." Whispered Flag Girl to Ms. Americana, not that anyone could waste the vision of FC's defilement by paying any attention to the rubber cape covered Flag Girl. All eyes were on the red, white and blue undulating body that continued to take and quake. Lezboa shuddered a last time and went to her knees before toppling over and FC, an orifice now vacated, turned her masked visage and took to mouth a member that had just been presented to the use of her glove. And gulped the huge member deep into her throat. Who could have refused such an invitation?

Ms. Americana shuddered, hoping Flag Girl would mistake her quakes for shudders of disgust. They both watched as Lezboa started crawling along the filthied street as if in dire agony and was being ignored by all and sundry more interested in the continuing rape of the Superheroine. Lezboa was trying to crawl up the steps on the stoop of the whorehouse and it loked like she was so weakened that her booted knees, feet and gloved hands could find no purchase, slipping as she tried to climb harder. FC had discounted Lezboa as well, since Lezboa could render her no more pleasure. FC was sucking on a gigantic pacifier while her rectum continued to be reamed so ravishingly. Ms. Americana hoped she was annonymous as she sidled forward and grabbed Lezboa, a gloved hand going around Lezboa's mouth to keep her silenced, and then dragged Lezboa along the block and into the back seat of the red, white and blue HumVee.

Americana didn't truly comprehend the number of weakening orgasms she'd endured while watching the so-kinky abuse of Femme Courageous but Lezboa was recovering her strength faster and somehow ended up with her head under the rubber cape worn by the Crime Fighter and, in Lezboa's attempt at self preservation, a tongue larruping at Ms. Americana's soaked honeypot. And Americana's booted legs parting in a welcome Americana didn't intend to issue. Lezboa was as much of an expert at giving a larruping as taking one and quickly had Americana in throes of another orgasm as she surrounded Americana's clittie with her snakelike tongue and send a gloved hand slowly into that hole Ms. Americana would consider most virginal.

No longer a voyeur, Ms. Americana was fast becoming a participant as Lezboa's ebony rubber gloved hand twisted and delved, forcing it's way stretchingly into the hot, slightly humid orifice while Lezboa's tongue and mouth continued to lash the Superheroine into one after another orgasm. It was now Ms. Americana's turn to be where Lezboa had been scant minutes before. Sexually dominated. She groaned as Lezboa's gloved hand went deeper, giving her a great deal of pain. Pain she was beginning to enjoy. Pain that was turning to pleasure while further firing her need for sexual abuse and degredation.

"Get those panties off you and get rid of that bra, too... Oh... Keep that kinky rubber cape on, though... We'll make sure you get all the sex and hurt you really want..."

The voice seemed to be disconnected from either of them but was not. Lezboa was the speaker as she'd replaced her tongue with her other hand and, with expert manipulation was stimulating Ms. Americana in a manner to render her an almost mindless sex slave. She struggled against her desires, wondering what would happen to her charge but a mouth sucking so delicioulsy on an engorged nipple forced all thoughts but the erotic from her head. The teeth chewing on that rubbery nubbin were driving her almost insane and she gasped further when the mouth holding those teeth exchanged one nipple for the other. "Please!" She begged, wanting Lezboa to chew harder.

Lezboa knew. Lezboa, after all, was as much of an expert as Blunder Broad when Blundie would admit to knowing about sexuality. Lezboa was playing Ms. Americana like a harp. A harpy even. And the often prissy, egotistical Ms. Americana found herself kneeling and licking pussy like a horny alley cat befoe a collar was clicked around her neck by the two gloved hands that had manipulated her so brilliantly. Found herself being pulled toward Full and FC while still wearing her black rubber cape.

"Oh... Good gravy..." Went Flag Girl as she saw the reverse in fortune her friend and Heroine had undergone in a short time. Hr shock grew when Ms. Americana's cape was removed, revealing her standing in mask, tiara, gloves, power belt and boots in addition to her newest costume addition, the slave collar and it's leash. Full had a grin a mile wide when Lezboa towed her trailer over to the ongoing rape.

"Get me those special toys I ordered..." He ordered a gorgeous Hooker who was actually the daughter of a prominent and rich buisnessman, had been persuaded into drugs and made the transition into one of Full's best whores, finding she loved the varied sexual activities as much as she loved Full and Lezboa. She was back in a trice, despite running up the stairs and back down in those six inch stiletto heeled rubber knee boots into which those so tight blue jeans were tucked.

"Put the big one on the cunt I was fucking and we'll make sure she'll royally screw Ms. Amerislut... Then put the other one on yourself... You get to ram the other one and persuade her on in her assrape..."

FC found out about the toy very quickly. It was ell shaped with one end going deep up a well lubricated well, her's, where another part was designed to surround her clittie as the device was burried to it's full depth. The other end went into Ms. Americana's well prepared asshole as she was bent forward and her gloved hands tied to her booted ankles.

The second 'toy' was much the same as the first but, thankfully for Jayne, smaller on the user's end. The receiver's end was humungous and Jayne figured out where it went without having to be told. She rammed forward, taking FC cruelly up the ass and forcing FC to take Ms. Americana up her's.

"Ohmygosh..." Went Flag girl to herself. "What do I do now? Ms. A's getting reamed and looks like she's lunging back at Femme Courageous... Maybe she's got some kind of plan..."

Lezboa was not about to let Ms. Americana at her pussy again so called a big Black hooker to spread for Ms. A's mouth that was pushed deep in well used folds. Ms. A was forced to make use of her own tongue in order to make airways so she might keep breathing. FC had found out about the device surrounding her clittie by the time she was forced into the fourth thrusting movement. Every time she pulled back, the device sucked on her clittie which reacted in pleasure. And orgasm for FC.

"There you are, good people of Delta City... The great Superheroine, defender of the good of your City, behaving like a common streetwhore as she is raped and pleasured by another Superheroine..."

Full had pulled Jayne back from the tableau, motioned the black hooker away and left FC shunting in and out of Ms. A's rectum, both now lost in deep lust for each other. Both were now tripping on sexual highs and both started looking around at the men surrounding them, men with humungous bulges in their pants. Men who now ripped dildos from sopping caves and started pile driving into the duo as Full nodded his permission.

Both Heroines were grunting as wells were well filled and used as convenient recepticles for, it seemed, gallons of cum that was flowing down booted legs, from chins and boobs as both girls overflowed from the volume of cum, some spurting over their lush bodies from men who couldn't wait any longer. Cocks were again forced into gloved palms and those gloves gave service as ersatz cunts while well muscled and booted legs were cum bespattered insultingly while boots filled to overflow.

Too much for Flag girl, suddenly. She'd later recount she knew not why she threw off her rubber cape and charged forward, thinking it was, perhaps, to rescue her mentor but knowing deep down she wanted some of what Ms. Americana was getting. Flag Girl, enhanced by the power belt around her lythe waist, had her sexuality enhanced tenfold, had lost it and her nipples, thrusting against theor flag covering, told the whole story. The throng parted to allow a welcome entry to a sloppy third and she found bra and panties ripped off her before holes and gloves were swiftly filled. She was quickly as filthied as her two companions and shuddering under the onslaught of rutting cocks.

It was well into the so called, wee hours of the morning when the crowds started to thin as the rapists tired or wore out, gradually leaving three Superheroines lying in pools of mud and gism, yet looking around for their next sexual assailants. Full called for his truck and cage and had the thrio thrust inside the cage on the flatbed, Ms. Americana bound, booted legs well apart on the truck bed, her gloved wrists stretched up and outward, forming a perfect 'X' before Flag Girl's face was forced between those two well muscled legs, to their apex. Her young but now abused boobs ropewrapped to the two strong thighs. A rough hemp rope was run through Flag Girl's crotch and her crotch raised upward before her booted ankles were pulled toward the cab of the truck. Thirsty, she licked at the juices running from Ms.A's well raped pussy, Ms. A issuing a moan of pleasure as her sore hole was ministered to.

FC was bound in a similar manner but head deep between Ms. A's asscheeks, both FG and FC finding the ropes between their crotches to be perfect stimuli as they adjusted themselves for more comfort. The rough hemp went deep in two pussies that quickly soaked the rope as the two started rubbing themselves toward (needed) orgasm.

Not even the falling rain could stem them from their self appointed orgasms and as the truck was now driven off toward the main television station where cameramen almost fell over themselves to get shots, some of which, carfully edited, would appear on the morning news and for several days thereafter. Thankfully, someone had thoughtfully called the Gendarmes who arrived to drape the huge cage and release the trio and get them back to Ms. A's huge HumVee so she could get the trio to the secret entrance to the Mansion.

No one bothered to undress from what was left of their costumes as they sought solace in a huge hot tub with oils and soap, laving each other tenderly, a washing that slowly changed to a sexually charged rubbing fo this and that. And then fell into bed for a much needed rest which proved to be no rest at all.

"We will..." Stated Ms. Americana. "Have to plan our next assault less hurriedly. More carefully... Flag Girl. I didn't mean you to grow up quite so violently..."

"But pleasurably, Ms. A..." Went Flag Girl before ingesting one of FC's milk giving titties.