There's a first time for everything.

By Mr. X

Originally posted at the chloroformed super heroines yahoo club.

It was a typical Delta City night. Night Raven leapt to a rooftop and walked to the edge to survey the city park. "Quiet tonight. Since I started crime fighting a month ago all I've managed to bag is a few muggers and cat burglars. Worse yet the only press I get is some yokel getting a snap shot of my ass while I left a crime scene."

The blown up photo image of her shapely ass on the Times front page still made her wince and tingle. If only her father, Commissioner Bordon knew his daughter was running around the city in nothing more than a swimsuit beating up muggers. Her suit was a one piece, black vinyl fetish costume with bare legs, a low cut front and tie strings that ran down her back and down her moundish cleavage. Her bare arms sported gauntleted vinyl gloves and her legs were bare down to her black, vinyl calf boots with 4 inch heels. She wore a small utility belt with handcuffs, mace, cel phone etc. Her face was covered with a decorative mask shaped similar to a black raven bird with its wings as the mask. Her long, wild blonde hair made her even more unrecognizable. Barbara Bordon always wore her hair up and proper. Suddenly, a female yelp broke her daydreaming and Night Raven looked down through the buildings and alleys.

"Keep her still will ya," said a masked thug in dark clothes.

"Damn college girls! Always wiggling like snakes," sneered the other masked man as he wrestled the young college girl. He held his hand over her mouth and twisted her arm behind her back while his friend poured the contents of a smoky brown bottle into a terry washrag. He approached the shocked girl smiling and holding up the soaked cloth. "Now don't you worry, you'll be joining your two friends soon enough darlin'," he laughed looking over at the waiting van. The young girl's two friends were laying in the back unconscious.

"Yeah, meat like you three goes for top dollar," laughed the man holding her," too bad you stupid cheerleaders decided to do something daring and come down to this part of town." He took his hand away just as his friend clamped the rag over her girlish face. The teen struggled violently but the drug did what it always did. The girl soon slipped down unconscious.

"This one is hot. We oughta sample the goods when we get her in the van, eh?" Said one of the guys pawing her breasts.

"The only thing you'll be sampling is the disgusting food in the state prison!" Night Raven cringed immediately realizing how stupid that sounded but she kept a straight face.

The men turned just in time to get a high kick and a karate blow a piece. They dropped the unconscious girl and staggered back. "Hey! It's that masked bitch from the newspapers! The one with the ass!" Immediately Night Raven was on them dishing out kicks and punches like a spitfire. Moments later she handcuffed the two men together at the wrists and somersaulted away to the front of the alley.

"You guys can relax while I call the police and you can admire my ass from a far," she said with a snicker taking out her cel phone. The two men got up and tried to get free of the cuffs. They then staggered toward Night Raven but she easily kept her distance.

"Take these damn things off you BITCH!" screamed one of the masked men as he pulled against his pal.

"Yeah right. You jerks should get used to those. You'll be spending a lot of time wear... HMMBLM!"

Before Night Raven could finish her sentence, a thick cotton wad soaked in chloroform clamped down over her beautiful, masked face. The other hand of her attacker grabbed the cel phone and dropped it to the floor. A combat boot stomped it to pieces. Immediately the other two men rushed in and grabbed Night Raven's kicking legs and flailing arms. One of the men grabbed her belt and pulled it off.

"Damn bitch has got to have some keys." Sure enough he found the handcuff keys in a compartment and un-cuffed himself and his friend. Night Raven held her breath as long as she could. She had never smelled chloroform before and wasn't about to try it now. A karate kick landed deep into one of the men's groins sending him back. Another high kick up and over her shoulder kicked the man behind her in the head sending him back and off of her. She pulled free and ran down the alley.

She gasped to catch her breath and the chloroform fumes from the liquid still on her face invaded her lungs. Holding her breath for so long then having to run made her suck down air like a steam engine. The fumes hit her like a brick wall and she staggered from their effects. "Damn! Never had this happen... got to get.."

Suddenly, a pair of burly arms wrapped around her bare legs as she was tackled from behind. Before she could use her muscular legs to kick off her attacker, a clicking sound made her gasp in shock. The man stepped back and pulled her to her feet with her ankles now cuffed with her own handcuffs.

"No more high kicking for you MISSY!" blared the goon as he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. The other two men rushed up to help and the third man clamped the chloroform pad over her face once more. Night Raven gyrated like a snake but her arms and legs were now pinned. She could only thrust and wiggle her shapely hips in desperation.

"Get her in the van!" barked the man chloroforming her. The men headed for the van with Night Raven looking on in horror. "If they.. get me in there... it'll be all over.."

The heroine was too out of breath to resist. The fumes poured into her lungs as she was now breathing pure chloroform. Her eyes began to sway and roll. Then they rolled up and started to flutter. Finally, with a deep, erotic moan, Night Raven surged up and collapsed. The man continued to hold the pad over her pretty face pulling it off now and then to give her air and to look at her slack, perky mouth and sleeping eyes.

"Man, she's a looker," he said hoisting her into the back. "Get that other girl in here and let's go. We have a delivery to make!"

The van door soon slammed shut and the truck took off down the alley and out to the street. As it drove away a pair of headlights came on and a white BMW headed off after the van. As they van drove, two of the men proceeded to tie the girls securely. They used plastic packing wrap for their wrists and ankles so as not to damage their merchandise. They tied scarves over the girls' mouths then blindfolded them.

"What should we do with her?" asked one of them men running his hands over Night Raven's plump rear and soft bare legs. "She sure is hot," the other said, "but she's a frickin' super heroine. We gotta dump her somewhere."

The two men rolled Night Raven over then proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. Just then the blonde let out a low, erotic moan. She looked about then down at her prone body as her hands were tied. Her mouth was still slack and she was still very much disoriented.

"Wha.. what's going on?!" Night Raven began to struggle trying once more to kick her way free. The men had removed the cuffs from her ankles and were trying to tie her legs with tape when she started kicking like a wild filly.

"You little BITCH! This oughta take some fight out of you." As Night Raven fought, one of the men clamped a chloroform soaked rag over her nose and mouth from behind and held her down. The fumes took her down once more and Night Raven was quickly swooning. The man lifted the rag just before she passed out and Night Raven just lay dazed and confused. He then wrapped duct tape over her mouth.

"Well why not have some fun before we dump her ass," laughed one of the men, "she deserves it anyway for putting up such a fight." He grabbed her costume and began undoing the leather ties. Night Raven could feel hands pulling at her costume and she began to scream and grunt in her gag. Her ample breasts rolled free of their vinyl confines and the men began molesting them with abandonment.

One of the men unzipped his fly and pulled out his rock hard cock. Her parted her loosely kicking legs and pushed the crotch of her costume to one side. Night Raven screamed feeling her virtue parted and his cock sink slow and deep into her. The van traveled for another half hour with both men having a party at Night Raven's expense.

* * *

The white BMW pulled up to the dark warehouse with its lights off. The door opened and a long, shapely, pantyhose clad amazon stepped out. The dark haired, full figured woman stood in her two piece business skirt and blouse spying the warehouse where she saw the van go in. "So, that's the white slaver's transfer place," Brenda Wade said with a grin.

The woman proceeded to strip off her clothes revealing her star spangled bikini, her power belt, boots and gloves. She put on her tiara and mask and the great Ms. Americana sauntered toward the warehouse ready to kick some ass.

"Get going you!" barked one of the men as he pulled Night Raven from the back of the van. The heroine was taped gagged and her arms were tied behind her back. Her costume was on but it was unlaced and very much disheveled with one breasts half exposed. Her hair was matted and strewn and hung down over her slack face.

"Nice fuck babe," laughed the masked man slapping her ass to make her jump. He pushed her toward the other side of the warehouse and into a small office shack while the girls were carried into a nearby moving truck. Four more masked men were aiding the others. The man forced Night Raven to sit in a chair and he tied her feet and wrists. He then pulled off her tape gag.

"You... you bastards! You... chloroformed me... RAPED ME!" she stammered gritting her teeth and staring at him in defiance.

"Oh sorry. I didn't know raping your ass was against the rules. Now I can tell all my buds I bagged that bitch in the newspapers." He laughed grabbing her face and shaking her head.

"So what are you doing with the girls?" Night Raven asked trying to buy time and get her hands untied.

"Oh they are going to learn a new profession, sucking and fucking. We got buyers lined up for sweet things like them", the man said grabbing Night Raven by her cheek and running his thumb over her perky lower lip. The phone rang and he walked around behind Night Raven to answer it. Night Raven looked at the table in front of her and it was covered with small surveillance TVs that showed various parts of the warehouse. Night Raven's eyes lit up seeing the famous Ms. Americana sneak past a camera toward a side entrance. Just as she was about to let out a scream for help, a gloved hand with duct tape slapped over her mouth and sealed her lips tight.

"Sorry blondie. No fair cheatin'", the crook laughed gagging Night Raven from behind. He then ran out and started giving orders to his men. The men rushed to toss things into the second truck then rolled down the tailgate.

"Oh NO! Ms. Americana is walking into a TRAP!" Night Raven thought while she watched the buxom heroine enter the warehouse. She desperately tried to get untied to help her but she was trussed up too tightly.

Ms. Americana entered the warehouse and sank behind some crates. "Only two men? Hmmm... I thought there were more?" she whispered biting her lower lip. "No matter. I am far stronger than they are anyway."

She saw the two men milling around the back of the second truck smoking and looking bored. She snuck up along the side of the truck and lunged at them. She grabbed for their heads hoping to slam them together with a quick dose of justice. Instead, the men jumped aside like they knew she was there. They each grabbed an arm and pulled her taught with all their might.

"Got her!" screamed one of the men.

Suddenly the back of the second truck rolled up and the other five men jumped out at a now shocked and panicked Ms. Americana. Ms. Americana was no push over, however. Her arms came together slamming the men at each limb into each other like symbols. A round of super high kicks launched two more men back toward the truck, one even landed inside.

One of the men plowed into Americana's shapely tan legs and drove her to her knees. He wielded a chain, which he quickly wrapped around her legs with several coils and held it in place with a manacle from a pair of handcuffs. Americana planted her feet into his chest and sent him into two others flattening them all. She got up but the chain was wrapped tight around her thighs making standing difficult. Given time she could break the chains but she couldn't get any leverage at the moment.

Two of the men regrouped and they rushed her arms again. She dealt some punches and karate chops that kept the reeling back in pain. Suddenly, the man she kicked into the truck came launching out at her from behind with another chain in hand. He landed on her from behind and looped it around her upper arms and chest. Caught off guard, Americana was too distracted to stop the other two from grabbing her arms. The man with the chain looped the chain two times then drew it tight and held it firm while his mates cornered the heroine's arms.

Now Americana was desperate. The men massed her and pulled her down to the cement snarling and teeth gritting like a she-cat. One of the men began pouring the contents of a smoky brown bottle into a thick wad of medical cotton while another made ready with a roll of brown, stretchy gauze tape. The pad clamped down over Americana's beautiful face making the heroine light up in shock and desperation. The other man began looping the gauze over the wad and her mouth to secure it in place. After several wrappings one of the men then held his hand over her nose and mouth to keep pressure on the pad.

Ms. Americana gyrated like a captured snake while the men went to work handcuffing her ankles and her wrists. The chains were wrapped tighter and more secure but the heroine continued to struggle though now much more woozy and lax from the anesthetic.

"Damn! The chloroform is slowing her down but it isn't putting her out!" barked the man holding the pad over her face, "We got to take her down!"

"Well don't worry. The boss told me how to handle her," said the head goon grabbing her star spangled bikini panties. Ms. Americana's eyes light up like a doe caught in headlights and she screamed uncontrollably only to suck down more of the chloroform.

He pulled her panties to her thighs exposing her full, ripe mound. He pressed his fingers into her slit, which was ironically wet, and he began to rub her clit. Americana screamed and moaned as she was sexually assaulted.

"See, supposedly she loses her powers when she climaxes. We pop her cherry then the chloroform will do the rest." The heroine blared under her gag, surprised this creep would know the one thing that would destroy her. For several moments Americana bucked and thrust trying to escape. Then the heroine arched up and screamed like a wild animal sucking in chloroform like it was air. Instantly her powers faded and she swooned in dizziness. Her body grew limp and relaxed and she slid down to the floor. Her eyes fluttered and faded. They rolled up and her lids slowly closed. She let out a low moan and sank back unconscious.

"WEE DOOGIE!" squealed one of the men as he began unzipping his pants. "Lets have some FUN!"

"NO you IDIOT! God only knows if more of these masked bimbos are coming here. Last thing I need is to get caught doing a gangbang and have to explain things to the boss. We have got to get out of here!" screamed the head goon pushing the men back.

"So what do we do with them?" asked one of the men.

"We got to get rid of them. Get that blonde and take them over to those crates," ordered the head goon.

* * *

The two heroines struggled trying to free themselves. They were tied laying down with arms over their heads and legs spread to crates that stood counter top height from the floor. Their mouths were gagged with strict cleave gags allowing them to grunt and whine but that was all. Americana awoke nearly twenty minutes earlier to find herself tied and watched the men load up the truck and destroy any evidence they existed while she tried to get free. Then the head goon walked toward them with a few of his men.

"You'll never get away with this!" snarled Americana as her gag was removed. "I know your boss is the notorious Slaver and I'm going to shut his white slavery racket down once and for all!"

"Oh yeah Ameri-bimbo. It seems to me you're the one who got shut down." The head goon laughed with his buddies. They un-gaged Night Raven as well.

"The Slaver! He's still around? I thought he was in prison?" Night Raven asked looking at Americana.

"He was till a few weeks ago. Some Asian partner of his helped him out with a jailbreak killing two guards in the process. Guards who had families!" Americana replied never taking her eye off the men and shooting them her best feminist guilt trip stare.

"I wouldn't worry about the Slaver if I were you Americana," said the goon. He reached up and undid the star clasp between her mountainous cleavage. Her globular size forty four DD breasts exploded out and rolled free across her tan chest. Americana screamed in shock and disgust being bare-chested like that. Instantly one of the other men pounced on Night Raven's chest costume and pulled it open exposing her much smaller but ample breasts as well.

"Weee! Like two water balloons," he laughed grabbing the blonde's tits and mashing them with Night Raven snarling and screaming in defiance.

The other two men grabbed Ms. Americana's huge breasts and mashed them like children playing with clay. "Man! These things are REAL!" cried one man as Americana stared at her mauled breasts in horror.

"Hey Americana! How many guys have tit fucked these babies?!" laughed one of the men as he sucked down on her nipple.

"YOU MAGGOTS! Get you hands off of ME! NO!" she screamed trying in vain to punch or kick one of them.

The men continued for several minutes mauling and groping the heroines' breasts with the women screaming and growling in defiance. Every once in a while they would cup the heroines' mounds and rub them into a frenzy of female panic.

The head crook listened to their sexy cries and wails while he soaked two thick cotton pads with chloroform. He then nodded and the men disengaged grabbing the women's heads and holding them firm.

"Sorry ladies but its all part of the game. You know the rules. Captured heroines are fair game," the crook laughed approaching the two desperate heroines with the pads. Crooks always used that lame excuse but, deep down, the two women knew being caught meant getting what you deserve.

He planted a pad over each woman's face and watched with glee as the women glared and fought in futility. They growled and moaned under the pads fighting valiantly to stay awake. Soon, the waves of chloroform took their toll and their eyes began to grow dim and hazy. Their bodies slowed and they relaxed like patients in a hospital being put under for surgery. Soon their eyes fluttered and their lids grew heavy. Finally, their fiery spirits were extinguished and they slipped unconscious.

The pads were removed and their mouths were stuffed with handkerchiefs. Gauze bandages were wrapped several times around their mouths to keep them gagged. As they were bound, the other men nailed 2x4s to the backside of each crate over each heroine's head. The cotton pads were placed back over their nose and mouths and secured with a wrap of gauze. Finally, two brown plastic bottles filled with chloroform were duct taped to the boards so they pointed downward over the heroines' faces.

"We got to get rid of both of you and what better way than to chloroform you both to death," the head goon laughed. He took out a knife and poked a tiny hole in each bottle. A small drop of chloroform dripped down onto the cotton pad over each woman's face followed by another, then another, each a few seconds apart.

"They won't survive this. They're done for." Said the head goon as he waved his hand. The men all ran for the large truck and drove off, sealing the warehouse and shutting off the lights.

Ms. Americana and Night Raven began to breathe slowly and slower. Drop after drop soaked the pads over their faces. They lay in the lonely darkness growing weaker with each drop.

* * *

Night Raven stirred to life as soon as the garage doors closed. "Damn glad I held my breath," she thought, "I got a lungful but didn't take in anymore. At least they bought my fake passing out."

The blonde heroine was proud of herself but her victory would be short lived in a few seconds when she'd either have to take a breath or pass out from lack of oxygen. Using her fingers, she rubbed the palms of her gauntlets trying to activate...

SNICK!

"My gauntlet knife!" Night Raven went wild cutting her ropes with the palm knife. The fumes were seeping into her lungs and her vision was clouding fast. Her hearing began to echo and her head spun like a top. She almost didn't realize her right hand came free of the ropes. She pulled the gauze and the pad off her face just as she needed life saving air. The girl gasped like a dying fish then sank back onto the crate. The air was thick with the chloroform smell and she couldn't help but suck some down. Shaking her head violently and singing the Nation Anthem she cut her bonds then rolled off the crate and away just as she passed out.

She didn't know how long she was out, maybe an hour, maybe all night. She did know she was breathing real air and that was all she needed right now.

"Ms. Americana!" Night Raven sprang up and stumbled toward the crates. The buxom brunette was so still and breathing so slowly and deeply that Night Raven gasped in shock. "Oh please don't be in a comma... please.." Night Raven pleaded slapping the chloroform bottle away and pulling the gauze and pad off Americana's face. A few face slaps and some vigorous shaking brought a deep moan from the Amazon heroine making Night Raven sigh in relief.

Soon both heroines were up and getting dressed and rubbing their rope sore wrists and legs. "Good thing you faked passing out young lady," Ms. Americana said, "You saved us both."

"Thanks Ms. Americana and you can call me Night Raven," the blonde said finding it hard not to stare at the larger woman before her. Night Raven never thought of herself as a lesbian but this woman definitely could make her switch in a heartbeat.

"Well its good to have help on this. I've been tracking the slave master trying to stop his white slavery ring," Americana said eyeing Night Raven as well. "Like I said earlier, he got out of prison with help and I aim to find out who lent him men, guns and money for his little girl-napping operation."

"Well where do we go from here?" Night Raven asked of her more experienced new partner.

"Take a look around. These men were real clods. More than likely they left a clue." Americana said still remembering the men's hands all over her gorgeous tits.

"So... um Americana... do you... get... chloroformed often?" Night Raven asked sheepishly looking about the warehouse for clues.

Ms. Americana stopped for a second, stunned by the odd question, then cracked a wicked smile. "Oh sometimes... sometimes."

"This was the first time for me. Plus they... they... well they did the thing I think we heroines all dread the most if caught," Night Raven said not knowing how to explain her assault.

"You mean they forced you to play Patty-Cake?" Ms. Americana said sprouting a knowing smile and winking at Night Raven. The young blonde broke out laughing and sighed in relief. Judging by the tone and laughter of the young blonde, Ms. Americana could tell Night Raven was more turned on by the last few hours events than she was traumatized. Both heroines now had something in common that neither would admit but both sensed in each other. "Believe me child, I have had my fair share of "tamings" myself. Besides, with bodies like ours how can you expect those pigs to keep their hands off?" Both women laughed.

"Look here," Night Raven said picking up a notepad from the office. She did the old detective pencil rub to reveal "P1S4 D. Queen 10:30" indented in the paper from the top layer.

"Well obviously there's a time but are they meeting at Dairy Queen?" Americana asked.

"Hmm... P1S4... Peer 1, Slip 4 maybe?" Night Raven asked.

"So what's the D. Queen? Maybe a ship? They have to get these girls out of the country somehow," Ms. Americana said. Both women looked at each other then rushed for the exit.

* * *

"You must have some tight friends in the police department to find out this dock info so fast," Ms. Americana said crouching on warehouse roof that over looked a huge freighter.

"Yup, the Dragon Queen on peer 1, slip 4," Night Raven said glad she had her pals at the police station and thinking how this must be impressing Ms. Americana to no end.

"Well, its 9:30 now. I bet they are going around kidnapping more girls. Maybe we should notify the police," Night Raven said going for her cel-phone.

"No, we have to catch them in the act of transporting the girls onto the ship or we can't touch that freighter or its crew. I hate using those young girls as bait but we have to stop the Slaver or he'll just find another goon squad to do his dirty work," Americana said stopping Night Raven.

Night Raven was astonished at how much Americana knew about the law. The busty Amazon was right. They had to catch them with the goods so to speak.

"So, what should we do for an hour..MMBLM!" Ms. Americana started to say when Night Raven lunged forward and planted her lips hard over Americana's. The buxom brunette froze for a few moments while the young blonde passionately kissed her. Then the Amazon's defenses melted and she reciprocated. The two went wild trying to grope and paw each other. They backed off kissing enough so they could start undoing each other's costumes, their lips sitting mere inches from each other so they could taste each other's breath.

"You know they might rape us if we're caught," Night Raven panted opening Ms. Americana's bikini bra and cupping the Amazon's huge breasts.

"Mmmmm... that would be a shame," Americana said sarcastically, unlacing Night Raven's top and cupping her breasts. "...a crying shame.."

Both women fell to the cool rooftop and began madly sexing each other. The guards on the freighter walked about unaware of the erotic, moon cast silhouettes on the far rooftop playing out a sensuous show of female mating. Asses rose and surged. Breasts arched and thrust. Head whipped and hair splashed. Legs and arms slid and stroked. One female would rise up only to be pulled down by the other. One of the men even stopped in puzzlement hearing a far off, animalistic pair of screams. "Damn alley cats!"

* * *

A large truck's breaks rang out through the still night. Both heroines watched as the truck pulled up to a crane then saw it hoisted up to the deck of the ship.

"An hour late," whispered Americana snapping up her top.

"Well it was a nice hour," Night Raven said with a naughty smile.

"Look! The Slaver!" Americana said pointing to a tall man in a trench coat and a hat. "I don't know what his gimmick is but he can come out of no where and bag you before you can act. Watch out for him." Americana explained. "I wonder who that is?" she added pointing to an Asian woman walking next to him.

"Dragon Queen! Of course!" Night Raven said slapping her head. "The boat and the Asian connection should have clued me in. She's a notorious drugs dealer and white slaver from the Orient. She's ruthless from what I hear."

The two heroines watched as the female cargo was removed from the back of the truck. Struggling college girls and hookers were pulled fighting and struggling from the truck into the large cabin decks. Suddenly, one of the men came crashing out of the back of the truck. A shapely, busty black woman wearing a purple two piece costume and mask jumped out onto the deck. Her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth was gagged but her legs were free and she made good use of them kicking and beating the crap out of the men.

"Lady Midnight! She must have tried to stop them! That explains the delay." Americana exclaimed.

"Yeah but it looks like she lost big time," Night Raven said watching the struggling, half tied heroine fight.

The men had the full figured black woman corralled. They held her gyrating body while the Slaver slowly approached. He pulled out a smoky brown bottle and soft sponge from his coat and began to greedily soak the sponge. The Slaver walked up and slowly planted the sponge over the ebony avenger's gagged face. It took 4 men to hold the woman down while the Slaver held the sponge. Finally, with a dying surge, the black heroine soared up and then collapsed unconscious. The men carried her sleeping body inside with the rest of the women.

"Ok, here's the plan," Americana whispered. "We'll make our way up those cargo nets at the bow. We'll clean house and see if we can get Lady Midnight free to help us."

Like super athletes, both heroines leapt through the night and soon found themselves on the deck. They both stopped hearing a group of five men standing guard at the door where they say Lady Midnight and the slaves taken.

"You go around the other side and we'll get them between us. I'll step out and you back me up," whispered Americana. Night Raven nodded and made her way around to the other side of the cabins.

Soon Night Raven found herself around the far corner from the men. "Ok, Americana. Anytime you're RMMBLM!"

Without any warning a gloved hand with a thick cotton pad clamped down over Night Raven's nose and mouth. The blonde tried to flip her attacker but her was too strong and too well prepared.

"Ah my masked blonde beauty, you should consider it an honor to be chloroformed by the Slaver," the man whispered in her ear making her jump with fright. "Too bad you can't help your buxom friend."

Night Raven glared in shock. Americana was relying on her for back up but she couldn't help. The fumes sapped her strength and the curvy blonde swayed and staggered. Her head twirled and her eyes grew heavy. Then, with a sigh, Night Raven slipped down unconscious. The Slaver let her slide down onto the deck and then motioned for his men. Four more men snuck up and joined the Slaver.

"So you gentlemen want to tell me where Lady Midnight is being held?" Americana said smugly. The men turned to face the buxom brunette Amazon standing firm and sassy on the deck.

"Get her!" ordered one of the men. Americana picked up a steel drum and chucked it at the crowd. The men fell like bowling pins. The star spangled heroine grabbed one of the men and flung him clear off the boat onto the concrete dock. The other men regrouped and charged Americana only to be met with a salvo of super strong kicks and punches.

"Pretty good against four men Americana," yelled the Slaver from the other side of the deck. Americana turned to see the Slaver holding Night Raven in one arm while he dabbed a sponge over her face with the other. "Let's see how you fair against eight." With a jerk of his head, four more men rushed out at the now stunned heroine.

Americana looked about in panic. She grabbed two of the men and tossed them like dolls at the charging four slowing them down. "Can't be a help if I get caught," she thought. The buxom heroine bolted for the rail of the ship with several of the men in case.

"Don't let her get away or it's your heads!" screamed the Slaver.

"Oh darling," said an Asian voice, "you worry too much." Dragon Queen sauntered up behind the Slaver and pulled out a throwing knife. She aimed at Americana then aimed up and threw. The knife whisked through the air and cut the rope on a cargo net. The net came crashing down right on top of Americana making the heroine trip, roll and tangle up in the net.

The men caught her easily and piled on top of the heroine. In time she could probably rip the net free but the added strength of the men made it impossible. Plus they began wrapping tie off cord around her like bundling a sausage.

Before long Americana was nothing more than a shapely, writhing mass in the arms of the eight men. "Let me GO! Do you HEAR!" she screamed as hands pawed and groped her through the net.

"Oh come now Ms. Americana. Do you honestly want to leave now when we're all getting acquainted?" the Slaver laughed walking up to the struggling heroine and soaking the sponge with a fresh dose of chloroform.

"NO! NNNNUGH NO! DON'T! D...HMMBLM!"

Held firm the buxom brunette could only glare in defiance as she was forced to breathe the fumes. The Slaver took great pleasure in watching her eyes grow dimmer and heavier with each breath. Soon the star spangled heroine's eyes fluttered and faded. Her head rolled to one side and she collapsed in a deep sleep.

"I think the blonde will make good entertainment for the men," Dragon Queen said making the men bustle with excitement.

"What about Americana?" the Slaver asked. "She's too spirited and dangerous."

"I think a few hours with my special "persuader" should squelch her fire," Dragon Queen replied. The Slaver smiled remembering the device Dragon Queen had brought for the more troubling girls and how seeing the righteous Ms. Americana tamed by it made him hard.

"Ok, but I get her first," he laughed.

* * *

Grunts and moans sounded from the closed bulkhead in the lonely hallway. Ms. Americana tightened once more in sexual ecstasy. She screamed in her ball gag announcing her body's betrayal. Her climax racked her with dizziness and unbearable intensity. After nearly a minute of teeth gritting, body spasming climax she slumped back down in defeat.

Her body lay bent over a padded bench with her long legs secured straight and her shapely ass extended outward. Her hands were cuffed in front of her. Over her eyes and ears she wore a VR headset strapped tightly in place. Erotic imagery blasted through the small video screens at the same frequency used for subliminal suggestion. Moans, groans, cries and erotic female sounds ran through her ears constantly along with soft phrases such as "Obey", "You are a sex toy", "You want to pleasure people" whispered every so often at the correct subliminal frequency.

Soft, feathery quills tickled her large, globular breasts while rubber tipped prods poked and teased her nipples making them hard. Her large breasts swayed and shimmied from time to time only to be met with small suction cups that sucked slow and hard on her nipples, calming down her massive mammaries.

From her raised rear, a lubricated vibrator slowly retracted from her pear shaped vaginal lips. As that mechanical arm retracted, another arm sporting another vibrator moved into place. The new sex toy was lumpier and more ruthless than the last. It plunged her privates making her scream and thrust once more. It pumped and sawed into her virtue driving the buxom heroine once more to climax.

* * *

Night Raven moaned softly. She was dizzy and disoriented but not worse for wear. She quickly found herself tied with her hands over her head and her legs tied together on a soft cot. Her costume hung nearby and she was stripped down to her mask only. Her mouth was securely gagged with a ball gag. Across from her, Lady Midnight lay slowly struggling, tied and stripped the same way. Night Raven looked about seeing nearly a dozen young, beautiful girls tied the same way in the room like sides of beef. The only difference was the two heroines retained their masks.

"OH NO! They think I'm a white slave!" Night Raven thought in terror at the prospect of being a sex slave for the rest of her life. Immediately the young blonde went to work trying to untie her bonds. Lady Midnight appeared to have realized the same thing and she too was busy trying to get untied.

After a while, an armed guard wear all black entered the room. He walked around the cots looking the girls over, inspecting breasts and faces from time to time. One girl was struggling to get free and he stood over her. He produced a clear facemask stuffed with cotton with a vile of liquid on the front. He placed the mask over the frantic girl and Night Raven could see bubbles run up the vile as liquid poured into the cotton. Soon the girl slowed and finally slumped down unconscious.

Night Raven then saw the man turn toward her. She immediately played possum and acted like she was sleeping. She felt his shadow pass over her, then a grubby hand groped her left breast. She then relaxed hearing foot steps walk away. For a long time she lay still. Then she opened her eyes only to see the mask come down right over her nose and mouth. Night Raven screamed in shock and horror. The vile soaked the cotton with chloroform. The fumes invaded her lungs making her dizzy and weak. Soon the blonde's fire was out and the man removed the mask. "You super heroines are too dangerous to keep awake," he said turning on a now struggling and desperate Lady Midnight. Night Raven won no academy award for her fake sleep acting this time.

* * *

The ship slowly slipped through the night-shrouded harbor. The metal hulk creaked every once in a while passing the harbor patrol and other boats giving no clue as to the kidnapped cargo onboard. Guards in sweaters and caps walked patrol on deck. A dark, shadow whisked across the upper deck and across the cargo hold with no sound and no notice from the guards. The Azure Angel dropped to the deck and slipped into the shadows as the guards passed by.

The small, young Asian heroine was sexy, shapely and had a little girl innocence to her even though she was a trained martial artist. She was only 5'1" and her small size added to the young girl illusion. She wore a tied eye mask around her eyes similar to a ninja mask. Her long black hair was tied into a long ponytail that sprouted from a decorative barrette from the top of her head and flowed down like a waterfall to the small of her back. She wore a dark blue spandex, sleeveless, two-piece aerobic style suit with bare shoulder, bare mid rift and bare legs. Her top barely stretched over her plump breasts and her hot pants hugged her like they were sprayed on. Her legs sported conforming sweatbands around her thighs. Simple blue boots ran to just above her knees. Her arms were covered with long silk gloves that matched her blue suit. Around her waist she carried a small belt containing several pockets of tools.

It didn't take the Azure Angel long to find the cabin full of trussed up slaves. She peered through the circular portal and gasped in shock, "Lady Midnight captured?! And also some other heroine I have not seen before. Do not worry, I will stop Dragon Queen and save you both."

Lady Midnight and Night Raven lay dazed and drugged but still spry enough to look for any way out. Suddenly, they heard some male grunts and thuds from behind the door. The wheel cranked on the door then a small Asian girl in costume slipped in. The two guards on the other side lay still on the floor.

"Thanks you," Lady Midnight gasped as Azure Angel removed her gag. "Aren't you the Azure Angel? I thought you were in the orient?"

"Yes, I work mostly in Asia but the woman who has kidnapped you, Dragon Queen, is my responsibility and I will bring her to justice," the sexy Asian whispered while she untied the two heroines. Night Raven and Lady Midnight found their costumes in some lockers and quickly got dressed.

"Our belts are missing! Even my lock picks are gone!" Night Raven sneered checking all her hidden garment pockets.

"Yes, we'll have to rely on kicking some ass the old fashion way, something this girl is personally not opposed to," Night Raven smugly said with a smile.

They all three headed up to the deck with the Azure Angel leading the way. Both women were impressed at how perky and plump the small Asian's ass was. "Wish I could get my tail in that good of shape," Lady Midnight whispered to Night Raven making both women snicker.

They made it to the deck then Azure Angel lead them to the side. "I have boat down at end of the rope. You both should leave and get help," she said looking about for guards.

"Girl! I ain't running from no white slaver," Lady Midnight said holding up her hand and shaking her head. "I mean to bust up this little ring once and for all and I don't care if Dairy Queen, Dragon Queen, whatever is your responsibility or not."

"Yeah, we got kidnapped not you. It's a pride thing," Night Raven added clenching her thigh muscles as she remembered getting poked earlier that evening.

"Ok, I can use the help," the Azure Avenger said making her way to the upper decks and the crews quarters, "Dragon Queen like luxury so she will have largest quarters."

"Oh, you mean like those up there with the paper lamps in the window and the tapestry on the walls?" Night Raven said pointing at a room in the top deck of the back section that had princess written all over it.

The three headed up to the room. They stopped at an intersection hallway and spied the room's entrance. Two armed guards blocked the double doors. "What should we do? They'll start shooting if we rush them," Night Raven whispered.

Lady Midnight looked about. She smiled seeing a closet full of guard uniforms. "I have an idea," she grinned, "Quick Azure, Night Raven, put these on!" Both heroines began to dress up as guards, first confused, then getting the idea.

"So we look like guards, now what?" Night Raven asked.

Lady Midnight took a terry towel and tore it into long strips then handed them to the two girls, "Ok, tie my hands behind my back then gag me. I'm your prisoner," she winked.

Both heroines understood and tied Lady Midnight. "But we're not exactly bulky guys," Azure Avenger said having to pull her sleeves back up just to get her hands out.

"That's why you're going to take of my top," Lady Midnight replied, "Sometimes a girl's gotta use her secret weapon," she smiled shaking her larger brown breasts making them shimmy like Jello. "This should distract them enough for you to get a good shot." They took off her bra letting her large endowment free then gagged the ebony beauty.

The two guards stood smoking. They stood upright hearing a noise from the hallway up ahead. Lady Midnight came staggering out tied and bare chested, escorted by two rather wimpy looking guards. The guards smacked the tied heroine's ass making the woman lunge and stagger and grunt.

"Get a move on JUGS!" said one guard in an odd, deep voice slapping Lady Midnight's ass.

"Yes, move along Sally Parton," said the shorter guard, sounding like a really weak Jackie Chan and adding yet another hard slap to the black woman's plump ass.

"That's DOLLY PARTON!" whispered Night Raven out the corner of her mouth making Azure Angel cringe from stupidity.

"will-oo-wit-slappin-ny-ash," Lady Midnight snarled under her gag.

Both men quickly forgot about the two puny guards and watched the black woman's large breasts bobble and sway. "Hey, what do you have here?" on guard asked with an evil grin grabbing Lady Midnight and cupping her breasts.

"Um.... Caught this slut..."

"Yeah slut...."

"Trying to... um escape... taking her to Dragon Queen for...

"Um for punishment"

Both heroines alternated explaining what they were doing but it was apparent the guards didn't care. They were too busy groping Lady Midnight and would have believed anything.

"Awee-ay-now..." Lady Midnight grunted under her gag.

"Oh yeah... HIYA!"

Azure Avenger sent a high kick that smashed one guard nearly off his feet. Night Raven sent a sidekick into the other flattening him to the wall. After a barrage of kicks from legs that were far too unfairly muscular, the men collapsed unconscious. The two heroines with a tied Lady Midnight in tow kicked in the door to catch Dragon Queen laying on her bed with a male slave pleasuring her.

"Well, well, well." Night Raven said dropping her guard clothes to the floor and shaking her finger at Dragon Queen, "looks like we caught you... with your pants down... hahahahah."

"You! You! How dare you!" Dragon Queen hissed putting on a silk robe.

Suddenly the three heroines heard a rush of guards coming toward the stateroom. As Lady Midnight finished untying herself and dressing she saw a small security camera in the ceiling. "Damn! We blew our surprise!" she hissed.

Men flooded in all rushing to grab the intruders and protect the Dragon Queen. "Get those bimbos you simpering dolts!" Dragon Queen yelled backing off into a corner.

The room exploded in a titanic battle. Heroine legs rang out from all directions. Guards flipped this way and that. The men broke into three groups, each focused on bagging one of the heroines.

With a salvo of punches, Lady Midnight sank into her group of three men taking blows to her gut and face. They tossed her onto a table and continued punching and hold her. Dragon Queen grabbed a small, decorated bottle from a desk and poured its contents into a red, silk handkerchief. She rushed up and clamped the cloth over Lady Midnight's face.

Night Raven was too occupied to notice Lady Midnight's predicament. She was holding her own when a vision in the doorway lit up her face with hope, "Ms. Americana!"

The star spangled heroine rushed to Night Raven's aid. "Thank goodness you escaped Americana. Now we can really mop these guys.... MBLMM!!!"

Suddenly, a thick cotton pad clamped over Night Raven's now shocked face. Americana grabbed the young girl with her super strength and held her firm. One of the men rushed in a grabbed Night Raven's sexy legs to hold them at bay.

"NO! Ms. Americana! Don't!" Azure Angel cried knowing that the Dragon Queen's brain washing techniques can be quite effective.

The men wrestling Night Raven now massed the Azure Angel. The spunky, karate expert was piled on by five goons. As they wrangled the Asian, the Slaver walked in smiling.

"So, our heroine cargo decided to start a revolt. As I expected," he laughed watching Night Raven and Lady Midnight grow slower and dizzier by the moment. "Ah, so whom do we have here," the Slaver teased walking up to the Azure Angel. He pulled out a smoky brown bottle and a thick cotton pad and began soaking the pad as he looked the now massed down heroine up and down.

"Nice bit of fluff. Should make a very good fuck." He approached her and clamped the cotton over her face. The Asian glared at him in defiance, then her eyes began to slowly close. Finally, she slumped down unconscious.

"Now take her away and..."

"NO WAIT! SHE'S NOT ASLEEP!" cried Dragon Queen. "It's the Morpheus breath holding technique. She's immune to gasses and drugs unless you break her concentration."

Instantly, the Azure Angle sprang to life and tried to escape only to be held down once more.

"Ah, I think I see a weakness," the Slaver chuckled looking at the girl's shapely hips. He walked around back and grabbed the girl around her waist. He then forced his fingers between her legs from behind and began vigorously stroking her.

"Ngghhh NO!.... You... you CAN'T!" the Asian cried.

"Yes, that's it darling. You have the idea," Dragon Queen smiled seeing her arch nemesis being accosted. "That's what you get my dear for being so bothersome."

"ugggh! I... I get you for this... I get my revenge...I get my HMMBLM!" the Slaver clamped the cloth back over her mouth from behind.

"All you're going to get is a whole lot of THIS!" The slaver pressed his three fingers deep into her pussy making the Asian squeal in sexual agony. He began plunging her with his fingers driving her mad and making her breathe the chloroform.

Azure Angel began to grow dizzy from the fumes. Her breath technique was failing badly and the slaver's fingers were now victimizing her. The Slaver looked over at one of the guards and noticed he had a raging hard on. "YOU! Fuck her and come inside her!" he ordered.

The man instantly pulled out his aching hard cock and moved into position behind the Asian. He spread her hot short's crotch then plunged his cock into the girl's tiny hips. "AH! She's so fucking tight," he stammered half amazed and half overjoyed.

Lady Midnight lay almost still on the table with the chloroform cloth being dabbed mercilessly over her face by Dragon Queen. Night Raven's eyes could barely stay open. Between Ms. Americana's iron grip and the goon holding her legs, she was too spent and weak to fight them off. She sank down and her eyes rolled up in defeat. Lady Midnight let out a deep moan and her legs slid flat and still on the table.

"Stupid BITCH!" Dragon Queen hissed throwing the rag at Lady Midnight's sleeping face then walking over to the screaming Azure Angel. "So, thought you could beat me little one?" she snarled looking the Asian girl in her now dull, sleepy eyes. "Now you and your friends will taste the wrath of the Dragon Queen."

The villainess walked to the door and stood for a long moment as an eerie silence came over the room. "You men have worked so hard and you need a little reward. RAPE THEM! RAPE THEM HARD!" she ordered. The woman strutted off shutting the door behind her.

The men went crazy. They descended on the drugged heroines like pack animals in a feeding frenzy. Costumes came tearing off. Boots flew this way and that. As a heroine raised her head to gasp for air or scream a penis plunged between her lips. As a heroine's shapely hips rose from the pile, a penis pounced and dove into her vagina or rammed deep into her anus forcing her back down. Hands clamped down on sloshing breasts and mouths sucked down on helpless nipples. Female arms clad in torn heroine gloves reached out, hands clawing from under the pile of men. Sexy bare legs jiggled and slid against thrusting male hips or kicked about as grubby hands groped and molested them. As one man spent himself, another would start up. Moans, screams, cries and grunts rang out from the women making the scene that much more erotic.

Ms. Americana simply stood looking rather dazed and somewhat hot seeing the three women being brutally gang banged before her. "So, Dragon Queen's little toy does work," the Slaver said walking up to Americana and putting his arm around her waist.

"Must... please.. men... Must.. please..." she planted a deep wet kiss on the Slaver.

The Slaver grabbed Americana roughly and pulled her close. "You want me to fuck you don't you bitch?" he asked. Americana meekly nodded her head in capitulation.

The Slaver spun Americana around, clamped his hand over her mouth and pushed her out the door with her other arm pinned up behind her back, "You're my bitch now!" he laughed pushing her toward his stateroom. As he left, a line of guards had formed, all waiting their turn at R&R.

* * *

Night Raven wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep. She had no idea of time. She knew she was someplace dark and lonely. Her vision finally cleared and she saw Lady Midnight and Azure Angel. Both heroines were nude except for gloves and masks. They sat on the cold steel floor with their arms shackled over their heads and duct tape covering their mouths. Their feet were handcuffed at the ankles. Night Raven was in a similar bind. Her body ached from the past few hours. Ironically, her body was squeaky clean and her hair washed. Apparently cum stained heroines don't sell well.

"So sore... wasn't supposed to be like this.." she thought, weakly pulling at her bonds. The men weren't rough or brutal. Mostly the steady forced climaxes took severe toll on the three heroines' feminine libidos. Any other time the situation would be an erotic fantasy in one of Night Raven's dark, sexy fantasies. Having the act forced upon her was far too shocking and overwhelming.

Almost ready to fall back asleep, Night Raven remembered her hidden gadgets. Sure enough, they made the same mistake thinking her gloves were just some woman's fashion statement. Her hands were weak and shaky but the young heroine was determined to win.

* * *

"Ah... yes... that's it my dear..."

The Slaver arched back and grinned. His hand held a mane of brunette hair and its owner's head between his legs. The woman's head bobbed up and down followed by grunts, coos and moans. The Slaver tightened then shook. He held the woman's head firmly even though his unwilling partner squirmed and whined. Then with a gasp he pulled her head up.

"Ah, Ms. Americana. Now that was a much better blow job," he laughed looking at Americana's cum stained lips and chin. The Amazon groaned and looked him back with a weak but defiant stare. He pushed her to the floor and got up to wipe himself clean. She lay stripped except for her mask, and tiara; her trade mark accessories.

"Dance for me! Now!"

He turned on some music and Americana slowly got up and started to lap dance.

"The world's most defiant feminist, the great Ms. Americana! Now just putty in my hands," he laughed groping her huge, bare breasts while she danced.

"Enough!" he barked pulling the Amazon close. "Now its time to deflower the great Americana."

He pushed her on the bed and leapt on top of her. He groped, sucked and mauled her tits and ass. Finally he forced his way between her smooth thighs and pressed himself inside her. Americana reeled back feeling the penetration. Even brain washed and drugged the heroine put up a small but enjoyable struggle.

The Slaver arched back once more and grunted in pleasure and release. He had captured the great Ms. Americana and now had his way with her. He spent himself then tossed her body on the bed like a rag doll. "Stupid bimbo! Now you know whom the better half is. Get back into your costume. You're going to be our showcase merchandise."

As the great heroine slowly dressed, the slaver pulled out a small bottle and a rag. "Lay down on the bed," he ordered. Americana complied and lay like a body on a slab in the morgue. She watched as he soaked the rag before her. He pressed it over her nose and mouth and held it firm.

"Breathe Americana. Just breathe."

Americana drew in deep, her eyes growing heavy with each gulp of chloroform. Then, her eyes fluttered and rolled up and finally closed. The heroine slipped into a deep slumber. The Slaver stood over her and chuckled. He then left to make arrangements with the Dragon Queen.

* * *

"Shhhh..." Night Raven said shaking awake both Lady Midnight and Azure Angel. She worked at their bonds till they were free then helped them to their feet.

"Damn, never been worked over like that before," Lady Midnight said feeling dirty and cold.

"That is the price we pay for getting captured," Azure Angel sighed, "we must make up for our loss by stopping Slaver and Dragon Queen and saving these women."

"Agreed," Night Raven replied getting some of her spunk back. "Too bad Ms. Americana turned on us. It's got to be some kind of brain washing."

"Yes I have experienced Dragon Queen's sexual persuader. I can make almost any woman subservient. No doubt Americana was a victim to it." Azure Angel said as the three heroines worked at getting their prison bulkhead door open.

"So how come you're not a zombie like she is?" Lady Midnight asked.

"I was for a while. The effects wear off without renewed trips to the machine. Plus making a victim mad can shake the effects as well," Azure Avenger replied getting tingly remembering her experience with the machine.

The door soon gave way and the three heroines slipped out into the hall. Across the way they found their costumes all cleaned and laid out for wear. "Looks like they were going to dress us back up when we got to their destination," Night Raven said.

"Yes, no doubt dressing us in our costumes would greatly increase our resale as super heroines on the auction block. That's why we still retain our masks. If they think of us as heroines they can sell us better," Azure Avenger replied.

After wandering the lower decks the three heroines made their way up to the upper rear decks. "Ok, we're all still pretty weak and dizzy. We'll have to work as a team to take out the guards," Lady Midnight whispered watching two guards walk the hall from below the stairs. "I have a plan..."

The two guards stopped midway down the hall and chatted. Their conversation was cut short as a nude black woman with a mask, wielding a metal pipe staggered up the stairs toward the men. She sauntered and slumped against the walls like she was drunk.

"I'll get you back... back for what you did... to me..." Lady Midnight stammered.

The guards started to laugh seeing the obviously weak woman before them.

"Ok sunshine, whatcha gonna do to us," one of the men said facing Lady Midnight and grinning. The woman slowly raised the pipe and took a dull swing. The men happily grabbed her and began groping her. "OO, nice brown tits. They're so plump," one of the men laughed cupping his hand over Lady Midnight's mouth.

KLANG... KLANG!!

The guards popped up cross eyed like funny cartoon characters then they both hit the floor like felled trees. Night Raven and Azure Angel stood behind them with pipes still in their downward swing.

"Its about time!" Lady Midnight cursed pulling the unconscious guard's hands off her gleaming breast.

"Well we didn't want to spoil your fun," Night Raven smiled making Azure Angel giggle as well.

"Real cute. Get these clowns out of the hall and I'll get dressed," Lady Midnight sneered.

The three women stopped hearing someone coming down the hall. They took up their pipes and were ready to swing a home run when Ms. Americana staggered out clutching her head in dizziness.

"Americana!" Night Raven gasped grabbing the busty heroine and hugging her, "you escaped!"

"Not without... a few... indignities at the hands of the Slaver," the brunette bombshell stammered, "but I'll be ok as soon as I shake off his chloroform."

"That guy is really obsessed with this chloroform bit," Night Raven said kind of trying not to start a conversation about it.

"I don't know. Its not that bad," Azure Angel said shyly.

"Yeah I'd take that over a blow to the head any day," Lady Midnight quickly agreed trying not to get excited herself.

"Nggh," Americana sighed in a deep, sultry tone, "it has its moments. But besides that, we have to get off this ship." Azure Angel and Lady Midnight both shook their heads in agreement.

"NO!" barked Night Raven exacting a shocked stare from the three heroines, "we're heroines! It's up to us to stop the Slaver and Dragon Queen. Who else will save those poor girls down below?!"

"Our junior crime fighter is right," Americana agreed, "its up to us now."

The four mighty maidens made their way to the bridge taking out guards as they went. The bridge was a large room with a chart table in the middle, the helm wheel at the front, a bank of windows facing forward and two doors that entered from either side of the back wall. Peering through the door windows the heroines could see the Dragon Queen and the Slaver hunched over the chart table. Four guards stood about while three crewmen manned the equipment.

Suddenly, the doors burst open and the masked heroines pounced on the guards and crew. In a titanic fistfight even Batman would be proud of, the four women tossed and pummeled the men around like rag dolls. The final punch landed across the Slaver's jaw. Americana stood over the dazed villain with a triumphant smile.

"I'll get on the radio and call for the coast guard," Lady Midnight said already working the radio.

"So Slaver. Not so tough now are you?" Night Raven sneered tying his hands behind his back.

"And you Dragon Queen. You will pay for your crimes," Azure Angel added tying the Asian villainess.

"AMERICANA! I order you to untie me!" the Slaver commanded.

At first the heroines chuckled at his demand, then they gasped as Americana headed for him to untie him.

"NO! Americana! Don't!" Azure Angel cried rushing the much larger heroine. Americana picked up the Asian with one arm and flung her against the far wall. The other two heroines rushed in only to be slammed together like symbols.

"We must shake Slaver's control," Azure Angel said, "we must shock her out of her spell. Try appealing to her."

"Americana! You're a patriot and a feminist! You can't go along with this!" Azure Angel cried watching Americana work the Slaver's ropes.

"Think what that pig did to you! He raped you! He used you!" Lady Midnight added but with no effect.

Night Raven sat for a moment biting her lower lip, "YOU'RE A BIG BREASTED MORON!" she yelled.

Everyone in the room including Americana stopped and stared at the blonde heroine.

"Yeah... and you... you have bad breath," Lady Midnight added getting the idea.

"And you're family is dishonorable. You have sex with sailors," Azure Angel continued not being an expert on insults.

Americana grew more and more enraged with each insult.

"You run slow."

"You hit like a girl."

"You're a narcissist."

Each blow hit but none got all the way through.

"YOU'RE FAT!" Night Raven blared.

They could almost see the column of steam explode from Americana's ears.

"FAT! FAT! How dare you you blonde TART! I work out two hours a day to look way better than you do in this stupid bikini thing.."

"Whoa, whoa there," Night Raven said putting her hands on Americana's shoulders to calm her down.

Americana immediately came to her senses. Realizing the Slaver had her under his power the buxom amazon reeled off and kicked him in the face, punting his lights out.

* * *

The morning sun broke over the calm sea. A small south Asian patrol boat sat moored to the freighter. A contingent of Chinese troops stood on deck with the heroines guarding the Slaver and Dragon Queen.

"General Chang. So glad you could arrive to take these despots to prison," Azure Angel said greeting the old, overweight general.

"Ah Azure Angel. I've heard so much about you," the old man said looking the young, shapely heroine over then looking over the other three lovelies before him. He walked over to the Slaver and Dragon Queen and smiled.

"Damn you General Chang!" Dragon Queen hissed making the heroines laugh.

"Do as we pay you and UNTIE US!" she screamed.

The four heroines stopped for a moment puzzled by her remark. The aged general nodded and smiled at his men. Suddenly, the four heroines were grabbed from behind by his troops. The ratio was nearly three to one and the element of surprise meant no chance for the four sexy super sirens.

A chloroform soaked cotton pad clamped down over Lady Midnight's shocked face. The black heroine kicked and screamed but to no avail. Americana' face was smothered with a thick white cloth as well as Azure Angel's. The general untied the Slaver who walked over to a now struggling Night Raven soaking a pad of chloroform for her to see.

"So you're the big trouble maker, leader of the group. We'll see how spunky you are after you're trained like Ms. Americana was," he laughed pressing the pad over the blonde's panicked face.

The young blonde's eyes darted about in shear terror. She watched as Lady Midnight sank down screaming and struggling only to grow still and tamed. Americana, now massed by five men soared up then slipped down to be restrained her chloroform hazed eyes rolling up then shut in defeat. Azure Angel's spunky, wiggly body was groped and pawed while she grew weaker and more lifeless. With a feminine sigh the Asian slumped down unconscious to be tied and gagged like the others.

Night Raven starred in pleading terror at the Slaver. What had she gotten into? How would she get out of this? This can't happen to her, she was a super heroine! The sky spun, the laughs began to echo. Her eyes grew dull and lifeless. Her last vision was the laughing face of the triumphant Slaver.

* * *

The Slaver and Dragon Queen stood outside a sealed cabin. They grinned listening to the sounds from within. "Come my dear," said Dragon Queen, "they are doomed. At least I have the satisfaction of having the Azure Angel broken." They laughed and walked away.

Inside, in the lonely darkness, shapely hips bucked and surged, hair thrashed and splashed and breasts bodies twisted and gyrated in desperation. A fat dildo attached to a mechanical arm plunged deep into a pair of black hips. It pumped in and out of its victim raping a deep climax from her. More vibrators penetrated strapped down hips violating their vaginas and anuses. A curvy set of Asian hips began violently struggling to get free only to be met with a large vibrator. It penetrated deeply then pounded away till it exacted a taming climax. A thick, semi-anesthetic, semi-hallucinogen injected into the tight pussy like cum. The woman quickly calmed and sank down once more tamed.

Tits were sucked, bodies violated. Hours and hours of erotica poured through their eyes and ears. In the long hours of the night each heroine fought, fell and broke. Night Raven's body betrayed her. Her last climax was her down fall. She fought with every last ounce of will but her climax spelled her demise. She slipped away with her own thought being the pleasure of her owner.

* * *

In full costume the four heroines stood bound and gagged on the auction block at the white slavery arena. The bids were outrageous, more than Slaver or Dragon Queen hoped for. Night Raven was first to be sold. A Saudi oil Sheik escorted her to his limo.

"That guy loves the sleepy fetish as much as I do," Slaver chuckled, "she'll never get away."

Americana was sold to some odd German. The man seemed more interested in her as a specimen than as a woman.

"That man is some scientist or something," Dragon Queen smiled, "a real sicko. He's into breeding experiments. God only knows what will happen to jug queen."

Azure Angel was bought by some Brazilian drug lord.

"She'll make an obedient house pet," Slaver laughed.

Finally, Night Raven staggered away, lead into the limo of an African prince. The two villains laughed knowing the American princess would be nothing more than a sex slave from now on.

End.