DELTA NIGHTS 03: 

JULY 4

by Pegasus

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS. All heroines in this story are the creations of Mr. X. 

Ms. Americana and her sidekick have disappeared and haven't been heard from in months. Got Gal, too, has gone missing. Someone is picking off the costumed heroes of Delta City. And as the summer begins, four heroines fall like clockwork. But which four? And who will remain? By the time the book is done it will have involved most heroines on Mr. X's website, so if you have plot or character suggestions, let me know.

Please direct all comments and feedback to benchleyfan01@yahoo.com.

***

"What is this filth?" Angela Grear shouted angrily, storming into Mayor Lou Segusi's office. In her hand she waved multiple brightly-colored DVD cases, which she soon slammed down onto his desk. Segusi turned to face her, apologizing to whoever he had on the phone before hanging up. 

"I'm sorry, what can I do for you?" he asked with a smirk.

Delta City's district attorney was a tall, beautiful woman, with large brown eyes and full, dark lips. She also had one of the most amazing bodies Segusi had ever seen; even hidden under the plain white power suit she wore, her thin waist, wide hips, and substantial breasts were obvious. Grear was one of Delta City's greatest success stories - from her beginnings in Delta's African-American slums, she had become one of its leading political figures as DA. In a city, and indeed a state mostly run by greedy, corpulent male politicians like Segusi, she was a ray of hope to the underclass. But none of this mattered to Segusi as he eyed the luscious body standing before his desk. 

"Filth!" Grear repeated, slamming the DVDs down on the mayor's desk. She was obviously frustrated and stressed - Delta happened to be in the middle of a heat wave that had everyone on edge. Air conditioning blasted into Segusi's office, blowing along with several fans he had set up in the corners. 

Segusi, a short, fat, disgusting man, leaned forward in his high-backed leather chair and picked up one of the slim DVD cases Grear had presented him with. Upon viewing its cover, the disc's content became immediately clear to the troll-like mayor of Delta City.

An attractive blonde woman dressed in a revealing super-heroine costume looked out from the cover in mock surprise as several scantily-clad men surrounded her, some placing their hands upon her shoulders and thighs. At the top, the title read: "Got Gal vs. The Beast With 1,000 Cocks."

Segusi chuckled and tossed down the case, picking up another one. This time it was a darker-haired woman in a Ms. Americana outfit. Her proudly smiling face took up almost the entire front of the cover. She, too, was surrounded by men in tight underwear, bulges everywhere. The title for this one was "Ms. Americana : Cum-Drunk Super-Slut."

Again Segusi chuckled, then looked up at the less-than-amused Angela Grear. 

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"What's the problem?" she repeated incredulously. "Did you look at those?"

"So someone is making superheroine-based pornos," Segusi shrugged. "Wow, that's only been going on for as long as heroines have been around. I don't see what the big deal is."

"Don't you recognize those women?" Grear practically shrieked.

"What? They're women dressed up like Ms. Americana and Got Gal. I know it's disrespectful to the real heroines or whatever, but there's no harm done."

"You fat idiot!" Grear growled. "They aren't just dressed like Ms. Americana and Got Gal. They are Ms. Americana and Got Gal! Somehow, our greatest heroines have been reduced to porn stars!"

Segusi picked up "Cum-Drunk Super-Slut" again and studied it. Indeed, the star did share a striking resemblance to the heroine, who had been missing for months. Seeing her picture, he was reminded of the night that her alter ego, Brenda Wade, had held a New Years party and gotten drunk enough that she allowed Segusi and countless other men to have sex with her. Her true identity had been known to him since that cold December night, but he hadn't suspected she would go into porn after announcing her retirement and disappearing from the public eye.

"My God..." Segusi whispered, picking up the Got Gal DVD and studying it. Again, the star was almost definitely the real Got Gal, who had gone missing in March. It was now the last day of June, and there had been no word on her whereabouts. That is, until now.

"Someone's forcing the missing heroines to star in pornographic films," Grear said gravely. 

"I don't know," Segusi said. "They don't look like they needed much encouragement."

"Damn it, Lou!" Grear shouted, slamming her fist on his desk. "Get serious!"

The mayor nodded.

"Well, have you found out what company is making these films? It doesn't take a genius to see the connection there."

Grear sighed, shoulders slumping.

"It's a small organization called... Mind Fuck Films. They don't have an office we can contact, and we've been going through their records but we can't trace their funding to a single investor. All their cameras, lighting, sets... Everything is provided pro bono by other companies. We aren't sure why, and none of my people can get them to admit any wrongdoing or part in these... disgusting films."

"So it's a completely invisible company? No ties to anyone?" Segusi was amazed. 

"Yes," Grear admitted, obviously more than a little embarrassed at her office's failure to lock anything down.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" he asked, a little indignant. Grear looked up with new determination.

"We're pretty sure Mind Fuck Films is operating in the warehouse district," she said slowly. "We need surveillance teams to monitor the area and hopefully we can find out something. Anything. I was hoping the Special Crimes unit could--"

Segusi interrupted her.

"Angie, you know as well as anyone we can't spare the manpower right now. Not in the middle of the Sugar Town busts - Commissioner Wake can't spare a man! For God's sake, look at the news!"

He picked up a remote and flicked on the TV that hung on one wall of his office. It was turned to the local news affiliate, which was covering the panic in Sugar Town from a news copter. 

"--now in the twentieth day of the Siege of Sugar Town, as it's been dubbed by locals," said a voice on the TV. "As you can see below you, looting and violence continues in the streets of Delta City even in broad daylight, even in this unbearable heat."

Even though they were both aware of the current situation in Delta City, Grear and Segusi watched the TV with open mouths, shocked at the state of things. The reporter covering the story recapped the surreal events of recent months.

"Unrest here in Sugar Town began soon after LB244 was passed back in late March, legalizing and subsidizing prostitution within Delta City Limits. When government officials announced that as part of the Vale Prostitution Act all brothels would become exclusively state-run, there was a massive public outburst of resentment from the community of pimps and pushers that have called Sugar Town home.

"The news that they would soon be either out of a job or working for the city has led many of these figures to take a stance against the Vale Act, a situation no one could have foreseen when it was proposed back in February. 

"A virtual army of police officers has descended on Sugar Town to clear it of those resisting government interference with their businesses. Uh, I've got a list of what we're being told are people of interest to the police...

"Anthony Zurgis, aka... uh, Mr. Cock, we are being told he is wanted by the police. Also, James Rodney and Wallace Little, also known as the pimps JJ Rod and Kid Rotten... are wanted by police. The list goes on, there are a large number of pimps who have allegedly resisted arrest... What's that? Okay, I'm being told now that Russell Barksdale, better known as King Pimp... has been arrested in Sugar Town today, charged with operating an unsanctioned prostitution ring and several counts of aggravated assault and resisting arrest. We'll bring you more as the story develops..."

Segusi's eyebrows shot up as he heard this news. He turned to say something to Grear, but she was already out the door. He shrugged and looked down at the DVDs she'd left.

Oh well, he thought. More for my private collection.

***

On the elevator ride downstairs, Angela Grear pumped her fist in jubilation. They'd caught King Pimp! Caught him and arrested him! Grear had been working as a district attorney in Delta City for years, and as the masked vigilante known as Lady Midnight for longer, and in all that time the cops had never shown enough interest to take down the pimps she fought daily, even when prostitution had been illegal. But now, the Vale Act had focused their attention on Sugar Town, and whether she liked the thought of legal prostitution or not, she had to admit that something was finally getting done.

She was just sorry that Ms. Americana and Got Gal weren't around to see this day. They had dedicated their lives to the fight just as Angela had, but now they were nowhere to be found. That is, except in pornographic videos. Angela swallowed nervously as she considered the fact that her friends were being forced into sexual subjugation and humiliation and there was nothing she or anybody could do. 

She had to force herself not to think of all that, though. She had to ignore the striking coincidence that even as all this prostitution legislation was hitting the fan, Delta's greatest heroines were gone. She had to ignore the disappearance of Ms. Americana and Flag Girl in February, of Got Gal in March and her young sidekick Got Chic just a week later. 

After all, the heroines were forming a new sisterhood, a tighter group to hopefully fend off whatever ominous specter was hanging over their heads. They had strength in numbers, and they had gone two full months without another superheroine disappearance. Angela called that success.

Now she had to head downtown to the police station for King Pimp's interrogation. This was going to be fun, she thought. She couldn't wait to sit across the table from that bastard, the greatest enemy of the city's heroines, and read him his rights. As excited as she was, though, she couldn't push darker thoughts out of her mind. She kept seeing Ms. Americana's smiling face on the cover of that DVD case. The cops might have caught King Pimp, the heroine's greatest nemesis. But what new nemesis had forced her into such degrading acts? What unseen presence was doing this to them?

Angela shivered, alone in the elevator, as it continued its descent to the ground floor of city hall.

***

Noah Vale arrived at police headquarters in a hurry, his tie loosened and his white shirt soaked through with sweat from weathering the 100-degree day. The city was going crazy around him as the cops attempted to close their grip on Sugar Town. He pushed his way into the building, through a crowd of angry protesters, and made his way up to booking, where he was told Russell Barksdale, King Pimp, was being held.

When he arrived upstairs he found himself face-to-face with Delta's lovely district attorney, Angela Grear, who was shuffling papers as she exited the interrogation room.

"Is it over? Did I miss it?" Noah asked excitedly as he approached Grear.

"Oh, Senator Vale," Angela said with a hint of distaste as she appraised the young senator. She had trouble trusting LB244's sponsor, even after months in the spotlight had showed him to be squeaky clean. "Nice of you to come by."

He shook her hand. "Ms. Grear. I wanted a moment to speak with the prisoner before he's moved to central processing. I hoped you'd allow it."

Angela got a whiff of Noah's strong, sweaty scent. In the middle of a heat wave she was used to smelling B.O. on the people around her, but his smell was different.

"It's highly unorthodox," she said. "Even for someone like you."

"Please," he said with a warm smile. "The governor is appointing me as the head of  his task force on prostitution. I'll be in charge of setting up all the rehab centers and eventually the state-run brothels when we're ready. Barksdale could play an integral part in the process. I'll need to speak with him at some point. Now is the best time."

Angela caught his scent again. It was not unpleasant. 

"I suppose we can make an allowance, just this once," she smirked. "But don't expect him to be cooperative."

Noah thanked her graciously, then studied her large, round ass through her skirt as she walked away. Turning, he headed towards the interrogation room. Most of the cops had cleared away by this point, their jobs done. There were no recording devices in the room, and nobody would be monitoring the conversation. He entered the room.

Barksdale sat, brooding, with his hand cuffed to the lone table in the small room. He was a large man, nearly a foot taller than Noah, layered with thick muscle. He had a shaved head and dark, piercing eyes, and wore what appeared to be a very expensive black dress shirt, loose jeans, and carpenter boots. He watched Noah cross the room silently. Noah could sense the hatred and anger radiating off him, along with deep resentment and frustration.

Noah took a seat.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked quietly, pleasantly.

King Pimp was silent. He could stay silent if he wanted to, but Noah didn't want that. He repeated himself.

"Do you know who I am, Russell?"

"Yeah I know who the fuck you are," King Pimp said in a deep, resonating voice. "You the muthafucka makin' all this happen. You the muthafucka got me arrested, got me up in here."

"That's right," Noah said coldly. "That's me. But tell me something, Russell. You didn't have to get arrested. You could've surrendered and accepted a job working for me. It would have gone a lot easier than this."

King Pimp was silent.

"Why didn't you make it easy on yourself, Russell?"

"Man, fuck you!" King Pimp said loudly. "Fuck. You."

Noah had no response. They were quiet for several seconds before Noah spoke up again.

"I've heard stories about you, Russell. About the reasons they call you silly names like King Pimp."

"Fuck you," King Pimp repeated.

"I've heard you've got the biggest swinging dick in town. I hear it's always been easy for you to get ladies, to make them want you. Do you know what you are?"

"Fuck you," was the only reply.

"You're an Alpha Male, Russell," Noah said slowly. "You're a natural born leader. Your genetics make you the way you are. Haven't you ever felt like you could feel what someone else was thinking? Like emotions were just switches for you to flip? And don't tell me you've never wondered why you're hung like a goddamn horse."

King Pimp was silent again, but he seemed to be listening.

"The reason you got the long end of the stick is because every once in a while, nature makes up its mind to create ideal creatures, creatures that can carry the species. Now, there are plenty of women in this city who fit that bill - they're the ones a man can't help seeing without imagining himself planting his seed inside her. You know who I'm talking about?"

"Them super-whores," King Pimp said, nodding. "I ain't stupid."

"That's right, the superheroines," Noah smiled. "And you're the opposite side of their coin, do you see? You're the man a woman can't see without imagining you inside her. And so am I."

King Pimp's eyes widened.

"You didn't think you were alone out there, did you, Russell? You're not. It's a big planet. Hell, it's a big city. It was only a matter of time before someone like me came along. And in regards to your earlier statement, I have to say, I think you are a little stupid. All the power you possess, power of the mind, power of the body, and the best you can do is start a brothel? I know, you've had your fun with every heroine that's strayed to close to you. But did you ever manage to keep just one of them?"

"Fuck you," King Pimp said once again.

"No, Russell. Fuck you. You could have run this city if you'd wanted to. But instead, you dumb son of a bitch, you built a house of cards and sat on top, waiting. Well, now the wait's over."

The two of them were silent. Then Noah spoke again.

"I'm sure you're aware that Ms. Americana and Got Gal have gone missing in recent months. This is the longest either of them has ever been out of commission. And I'm behind it."

King Pimp's eyes widened, his anger turning to awe at this admittance. 

"You mean - - you that muthafucka Mind Fuck I be seein' in all those movies?"

"The one and only," Noah smiled evilly. "I've been having my fun with your city's super-whores, but now it's time to get serious. You and your kind are done. You're going to die, and all your henchmen and lieutenants are going to be working for me. I'm going to run this city."

"Why you come to me? Why you telling me this?"

"I don't know, really. Maybe I thought I deserved to gloat a little bit. Plus, I wanted to make sure it got done right, and the only way to do that is to do it myself."

"Do what?" King Pimp asked suspiciously.

"Your guards will call it a brain aneurism," Noah smiled. 

King Pimp looked at him questioningly for a moment, then Noah closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A moment later he had used his psychic powers to pop a blood vessel in the criminal's brain, wiping his mind clean. Russell Barksdale's eyes rolled back and his head slammed to the table, and Noah scooted his chair backward abruptly, running to the door. 

"Help!" he called, throwing the door open. "I think he's having some kind of seizure!"

***

"King Pimp died in prison," Axanna Morgan said from her place in the doorway of her library. It was the largest room in the multi-billionaire newspaper heiress' mansion, a tall, circular chamber lined to the domed ceiling with ancient tomes. Morgan was in full costume as the Green Specter, her superheroine alias. The tall, attractive blonde wore a black leather jacket over a tight, green bustier that emphasized her impressive cleavage and fishnet stockings over her long, shapely legs. She wore a green mask to hide her identity, but all the women in the room knew her anyway. After all, they were guests in her house.

Directly to her right sat Specter Girl, her teenaged sidekick, who was in reality Summer Morgan, Axanna's daughter. Summer was fresh-faced and cute, whereas her mother was classically beautiful. Summer too wore a mask to hide her identity and kept her long, wavy brown hair back in a bun. She did not have her mother's green eyes, but rather two pools of deep brown. She did, however, share her mother's figure, the figure of all Aphrodite Women - strong shoulders, a large bust, thin waist, wide hips and long legs. She wore a midriff-revealing version of her mother's costume, and looked up at her with adoring eyes.

Beside them sat the beautiful black woman known as Lady Midnight, who had come to Axanna's home as soon as she had left the police station. They met here frequently now as The Sisterhood, the group of Delta's remaining heroines who wanted to ensure their own safety. 

To Lady Midnight's right sat Power Lass, the strongest of them all. Whereas most of the Aphrodite heroines relied on their wits and athletic prowess, nurse Karen Clark was gifted with truly colossal physical strength and the power of flight, making her the most formidable heroine in town after the disappearance of Got Gal. She was also the most well-endowed of any of the heroines - her breasts were even larger than Ms. Americana's, and she showed off her astounding cleavage well with the low-cut neckline of her sheer white costume. She was probably more well-known for her breasts than for any of her crime-fighting feats.

The last three heroines in the room were all much younger than Green Specter and Lady Midnight - in fact, they were so young that they should probably all have been sidekicks, but none of the older heroines had been willing to adopt them as partners. All three would freshmen at Delta City College in the fall, and all were classmates and friends of Summer Morgan who had been encouraged by her courage into taking heroine mantles for themselves. The Aphrodite gene made simple crime-fighting easy, but none of them had been tested yet. 

Yumi Wong, a young Asian girl who had taken the heroine name of Azure Angel, was the most experienced of them all, but even she often found herself in uneasy situations. The other two were both blondes who looked almost like twins, though they were not related - Candice Graham called herself Champion Girl, and Jessica Lockhart was Amazing Babe. 

And finally, sitting to Green Specter's left, was the most unlikely addition to their sisterhood - the thief known as Esha. A cat burglar who used her Aphrodite abilities for her own benefit, Esha had often come into conflict with Ms. Americana. But since her nemesis had disappeared, the slinky thief had chosen to group herself with the heroines for greater protection. In her civilian identity as supermodel Barbie Cummings, she considered herself the most out-in-the-open target. The heroines were wary of her, but she did not appear to have any ulterior motives.

"No one will miss him," Esha said, adjusting the zipper on the front of her full-body, skintight black jumpsuit. "King Pimp was a bastard."

"That's not the point," Lady Midnight said, leaning forward on the table they all sat around for meetings of The Sisterhood. "I have no love for the man, but I would've liked to see him serve out a prison sentence and be brought to justice instead of dying before we could prosecute."

"Indeed," Green Specter said, joining the other heroines at the table. "When I think of all the crimes Russell Barksdale committed, all the times he humiliated me or one of my friends... He got off easy."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," Esha replied, again adjusting her zipper in order to best display her cleavage. Looking across the table at Power Lass, she was feeling a little jealous.

"Alright," Green Specter said. "Next order of business. We've formed a pretty tight group here - I'll admit I feel a lot safer knowing we can contact each other during emergencies. And I think we can make the group even stronger."

"How?" Lady Midnight asked. "New members?"

"Yes," Green Specter said. "I've had my eye on two obvious Aphrodites who could do well in The Sisterhood - Sara Kraft and Dana McQueen."

There was a little rumbling around the table. 

"Admittedly, Dana McQueen spends most of her time down in Latin America as Jungle Babe," Green Specter said. I'd like to get a hold of her when she comes back to Delta next, though."

"Sara Kraft?" Power Lass spoke up. "She's not even a heroine. She's just a rich Brit who owns a house here in Delta."

"That's the front she puts up," Axanna explained. "Just another heiress. But Sara Kraft has been involved in every major archaeological dig worldwide over the past seven years, and she does a lot of freelance stuff herself, tomb raiding."

"Hmm, a thief like me," Esha smiled.

"Yes, but she isn't stealing diamonds from playboys to make herself richer," Green Specter intoned. "She donates all her finds to museums. She's a smart, independent, courageous, and selfless woman. I think she would fight right in with The Sisterhood."

"I don't know," Lady Midnight said. "We've already inflated our ranks quite a bit. Don't you think the size of our group could get unwieldy if we just let anyone in?"

"No, I think there's strength in numbers," Green Specter shot back. "That's the only way we're going to hold together once prostitution is legalized, and it's the only way we can fight whatever is making heroines disappear."

There was a quiet somber moments as the gorgeous heroines reflected on the loss of Ms. Americana and Got Gal. They were all on edge since the discovery of the DVDs and of a website devoted entirely to the pornographic exploits of their former colleagues.

"Wherever they are," Lady Midnight said, "let us pray they are happy."

***

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tanya O'Donnel screamed as she was pounded from behind by one of more than a hundred studs who'd lined up to take place in her latest film. As an Aphrodite, the former Got Gal healed quickly and could therefore bear to be roughly fucked indefinitely. This meant the porn she starred in was unlike any the world had ever seen - truly unnatural in the sheer amount of fluids that were expended. It was exactly those kinds of fluids that were about to be pumped into Tanya's willing pussy. 

She screamed and cried as she was used, humped, spanked, thrown around, but she was always having the time of her life. Even when she expressed the slightest discomfort, it was only for the good of the cameras watching her, recording the every movement of her glistening, tan body, a lovemaking machine. She knew some of the men who would be watching liked to see her suffer a little. So sometimes when she got smacked across the face or her tits were squeezed a little too tight, she would pout or let out squeals of pleasure-pain she hoped kept her audience growing. 

As her current partner finished inside her cunt and pulled out, Tanya looked back and signaled for the next man to take his place.

"What's the matter, baby, can't keep up? That's alright, we'll get a real man in here, come on, stud, give it to me the way I like it."

Another man stepped up onto the set where she was being used, a crudely constructed classroom scene that had nothing to do with the action taking place in it. There were often no set-ups to these movies - Tanya was just put in a room with a bunch of men and the director rolled film. 

The newcomer grabbed Tanya savagely by the ass and pulled her cheeks apart, spitting on her anus before shoving his cock into her tight bowels without any build-up or preparation. Tanya's muscles relaxed as she accommodated him, letting him use her in a whole she would have once considered sacred. She had lost count now of the men who had taken her there. She hissed with lust at this new intrusion.

"Oh, somebody likes my ass... Someone likes a rough fuck... Come on, baby, that's not hard enough for me, I need more cock, gimme all you got!"

A hand reached forward and grabbed Tanya's hair, jerking her attention away from the man sodomizing her and towards a ready, glistening erection only inches from her face. Tanya had time to look at it once and then up at its owner before he shoved it into her mouth, pressing its head against her cheek before heading tonsil-depth. She gagged around his pole, eliciting low humming noises as he fucked her in the face.

"Gggooggghhhmmm..."

Tanya was being fucked on the teacher's desk - on the floor below her she could hear the sounds of another man making passionate love to her former sidekick, Got Chic, aka Anita Jackson. Anita had been a quick recruit to Tanya's master - a simple trap had been set and the next day Anita woke up a slave. That was the power of the man who had changed Tanya's life forever - absolute power over womankind, the kind of power that inspired loyalty, worship, in even the strongest-willed women. Anita had not been the strongest-willed woman, and now the teenaged girl had a long life of pornography before her, just as Tanya did. They were both happier than they'd ever been.

***

"Let us stop arguing over new recruits," Lady Midnight said, standing up at the table. "We can resume this discussion another day, for we have more important matters to resolve. It has to do with our missing friends. We still have no clues as to the identity of the man or men behind their disappearance. Neither Brenda nor Tanya can be reached, and the police will not assist us. They're too busy cleaning up the city at last to care about what may well be our greatest crisis."

"Agreed," Power Lass said. "My money is on Erica Sambino, by the way. She's still this city's biggest drug lord and mob boss, and her connections to prostitution are slim to none. She's going to retain all her power when this transition is over. The legalization won't hurt her."

"It's likely she is behind all this," Green Specter said. "Though I wouldn't put it past those creeps in Sugar Town. Remember, there's still a chance the police will clear out one of these brothels and find Brenda and Tanya in there."

"Not likely," Lady Midnight shot back. "And sitting around hoping they'll be freed won't help anything. I think it's time we do something proactive. We've got ourselves The Sisterhood. We know we're stronger together than we ever were alone. I say we take down the Sambino crime family once and for all. Together."

"That's risky," Green Specter warned.

"No more risky than sitting around, waiting to get disappeared," Lady Midnight said sternly.

"I'm for it," Power Lass said. "We assembled this group to show our power. It's time we did just that. The Sambinos have been a thorn in our sides for years. If we want to end crime in this city, there's only one way to do it."

"Fuck that bitch Sambino," Esha hissed. "She thinks she can run this town? She's got another thing coming."

"How about you, girls?" Green Specter said. "Any thoughts?"

"Um..." said Amazing Babe, rubbing her chin. "No, I guess not. We're all for whatever you guys decide to do."

"Then it's agreed," Lady Midnight said, leaning on the table. "Tomorrow, the Sambinos take a fall. Heaven help them."

***

Tanya O'Donnel lay, spent, on the desktop. The cameras had long since stopped rolling, and the men had all left, heading home for the night. She stayed, however, not only because she had been fucked into a state of oblivious unconsciousness, but because she was to wait for the arrival of her Master. 

Her legs were spread wide in a Y-shape, almost permanently stretched to accommodate the men who fit between those long, magnificent gams. Her pussy retained its tightness due to the stamina of her incredible body, but it leaked a seemingly endless supply of fluid onto the desk. Her upper body was coated with the issue of the countless men she had serviced - her mask had been removed and replaced with a white mask of semen which covered her face, forming bubbles at her nostrils when she breathed. She slept with a smile on her face, with Anita similarly passed out on the floor by the desk, also similarly coated. 

They started when the slamming of a door awakened them. Got Girl sat up slowly, looking down to appreciate her cum-soaked body. She collected some of the not-yet-fluid and tasted it, then looked over to see who was approaching. 

It was Noah Vale, of course, wearing the same sweaty clothes he'd been in all day. On his arm were Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, both of whom looked stunning in leather corsets. Ms. Americana's was black. Lydia's white. 

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Noah smiled. 

"Good evening, Master," Tanya said submissively, sliding off the desk to kneel before him. "How was your day?"

"Fine, actually," he said. "They're making serious headway in Sugar Town now. Today they captured King Pimp and I killed him. It won't be long until we can open up the first state-run brothels there, and you ladies can get to work."

"Oh, I can't wait, Master," Anita said, joining Tanya in kneeling before Noah. 

"It was a hot day," he said. "And from the looks of you two, I can tell you wouldn't disagree. So let's go home and all shower together, eh? It's been a while since we spent the night in Wade Manor, and I've got the urge to find out how much of my cum you can all drink before you pass out. And once we've had our fun, I'll tell you what my plans are for tomorrow."

***

The next day was even hotter. As July began, the sun beat down on the concrete jungle of Delta City like never before. Heat radiated off the sidewalks, reflected off the skyscrapers. It was inescapable, and the heat wave showed no sign of stopping - there wasn't supposed to be any rain or a drop in temperature until after July 4. So Delta continued its slow descent into madness, driven crazy by the heat. The siege of Sugar Town continued; illegal brothels were shut down, streetwalkers were picked up by the dozens, pimps were wrestled to the hot concrete and taken away. With the cops concentrated in Sugar Town, looting continued elsewhere across town. Department stores were rid of their air conditioners, electronics stores had their windows smashed and their merchandise stolen by the truckload.

From a roof in the business district, Angela Grear watched down on the city she had sworn to protect. Somewhere below, a car was flipped and erupted into flames. Just a little more warmth on the streets. As she closed her eyes and applied her mask, she felt sweat running down her body. It was days like this, she reminded herself, that she was happy to wear such a skimpy outfit. Even a stray weak breeze was enough to cool her exposed flesh. Her pink and purple ensemble barely covered her heavy breasts and private parts, and didn't even attempt to shield her large, round rear end from view. She didn't really come out in the daytime that much, though - hence her nom de guerre of Lady Midnight.

"If Ms. Americana was still around, there wouldn't be this much disorder," Green Specter said from behind her, zipping up the front of her uniform, squeezing her massive breasts together in order to conceal them. 

"Well, she isn't," Esha said quickly, setting her own mask into place. Lady Midnight shook her head at the petty tone in the thief's voice. The group members bickered now more than ever, she realized. Maybe it was the stress of losing two comrades and their sidekicks. Maybe it was the heat. Or maybe the group was just destined to eventually fail. 

"We don't need her anyway. Not today," came a voice from above. Power Lass descended, like a ray of sunlight from on high. It always amazed Angela to see a person fly. Even as a crimefighting vigilante, she wasn't used to supernatural occurrences. "I'll be happy to take her workload. I've been wanting to smash in some skulls all goddamn month."

"I hear that," Azure Angel said, inspecting the razor-sharp throwing stars that lined her belt.

"Well now you get your chance," Green Specter said, cracking her knuckles. "The Sambino family holds its monthly get-togethers down the block there at L'Allegria Italian Restaurant. We can expect Erica and most of her lieutenants to be there."

"Why haven't we ever done this before?" Esha asked excitedly.

"Too much firepower in one room," Lady Midnight responded swiftly. "Too many bodyguards, too many guns. We've never teamed up, all of us, like this before. Speaking of which, I noticed a few of our sisters are missing. Where's Summer?"

"I told Specter Girl to sit this mission out," Axanna replied. "She doesn't need to get into something this dangerous. The same goes for Amazing Babe and Champion Girl - they're young heroines and this is one of our most dangerous enemies. We need to keep them safe, now more than ever."

"You coddle them too much," said Esha in an irritated voice. "They need to grow up some time. Oh well. Less fun for them. Let's do this."

The beautiful Green Specter stepped forward to the edge of the building and pulled a grappling hook gun out of her leather jacket, aimed, and fired a zip line that would take them down to L'Allegria. One by one they descended, and Power Lass followed by air. 

Crouched outside the restaurant in broad daylight, the heroines could not help feeling slightly ridiculous in their garish superhero attire. The streets were mostly empty, though, except for a few stray looters. Lady Midnight reminded herself that the heroines would have to clean up that problem eventually, too. But now there were more pressing concerns.

"Okay," Green Specter whispered, edging closer to the door. "We go in fast and brutal. Don't hold your punches. Get Erica, take down her guards and anyone else who looks at you sideways. Are we ready?"

"Ready," Power Lass said, hovering above them.

"Commence shock and awe," Green Specter said.

***

 "The Sambino family has been neutralized," Got Gal said, striding into the porn studio in full regalia. She looked stunning, like a blonde, bronzed goddess. 

"Excellent," Noah Vale said as he pulled on the purple hood and cape that disguised him as the super-villain and porn star known as Mind Fuck. "Everything went according to plan?"

"Yes, Master," Ms. Americana said, following Got Gal. The two had recently re-united for a team-up. "Got Gal and I dropped in on Erica's limousine this morning outside her main heroin factory in uptown Delta. Most of her lieutenants were there too. They're all tied up, waiting for the police to arrive, in the middle of a room filled with two tons of smack. They won't be out of prison for a long time."

"Fantastic," Mind Fuck exclaimed. "I'll have to visit Erica in prison next week and have a talk with her. All that dope has to get into Delta somehow, and we could always use more cash flow."

"How do you know she'll agree?" Flag Girl asked from her kneeling position at Noah's feet. She had been toying with his erection, fostering its growth, for the past twenty minutes. 

"Oh, sweet Lydia," the man said, running his hand through her flaxen hair. "I'm a psychic, remember? If she doesn't agree to her terms... I'll simply re-arrange her mind."

"Oh, right," Lydia said, returning to work massaging his scrotum and nipping on the veins of his cock. 

"I think I'm ready now," Mind Fuck said, pulling away after a few moments of intense teasing. "Have Anita bring our first prize in."

***

"Damn it!" Green Specter yelled, flipping over one of the tables as she stood in the middle of the evacuated Italian restaurant. L'Allegria's employees and a few customers stood outside in shock, peeking in to the decimated eatery. Power Lass had been enthusiastic on her way in, tearing much of the restaurants facade right out of the building, but there was one problem: Erica Sambino and her people weren't there. "Where the hell are they?"

Lady Midnight returned from outside, where she'd been conversing with the restaurant's owner. Daintily, she stepped over some of the rubble on her way to Green Specter.

"Apparently they never even showed up today," she revealed. "The intel was accurate - the Sambino family holds luncheon meetings here on the last day of every month, and they were expected today, but they never arrived. There was no explanation at all."

"Wait," Power Lass said ominously, crossing the room to a television bolted to the wall in the corner. It was a news broadcast showing a black limousine smoldering outside a brownstone building in uptown Delta. The busty, blonde heroine flipped up the sound.

"...getting word now that alleged mob boss Erica Sambino and a number of high-ranking individuals inside the Sambino family have in fact been identified at the scene. Eyewitness reports indicate at least two superheroines were present as well... both Ms. Americana and Got Gal, who have not been seen in months, were said to be at the scene but have now left. No word yet on whether the heroines made an appearance or if they were copycats or imitators. Police have not issued a statement, though the presence of a large amount of drugs is suspected... Police Chief Hubert Wake will be making an announcement this afternoon. Again, if you're just joining us, police have allegedly taken Erica Sambino of the Sambino crime family and a number of her underlings into custody. More after the break."

The members of the sorority stood, dumbfounded. 

"Did she say Ms. Americana was there?" Esha asked incredulously. 

"We've been set up," Green Specter said at last. "Someone else took out the Sambinos while we were here. While we were..."

She suddenly spun and shouted, wide-eyed, to Lady Midnight.

"Summer!"

***

Summer Morgan was led into the porn studio blindfolded, with her hands bound behind her back. The young superheroine was dressed in her civilian clothes, as she had been when she was captured: brown khaki short-shorts that showed off her long, smooth legs down to the pair of plain sneakers she wore and a tight-fitting pine green t-shirt that stretched around her considerable bust. Her rich brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, her wavy bangs falling in her face over the blindfold. 

"What the hell? Where am I?" she asked helplessly as she was led towards Mind Fuck, unaware of what awaited her.

Anita Jackson, the former Got Chic, forced the struggling Summer down into a wooden chair, tying her hands to the frame so she could not stand. When she realized her strength was not great enough to snap the ropes that bound her or the wood to which she was tied, Summer got angrier verbally.

"Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am?" she whined sharply. She strained against her bonds again, but the only effect of her wriggling was to make the observant Noah Vale even more aroused as he stepped towards her. The cameras were on now, a small crew watching lustily as yet another young girl was prepared for a lifetime of debauchery by their boss.

"You fuckers won't get away with this!" Summer shouted to no one in particular. "You don't know who you messed with this time!"

The haughty young heiress continued her tirade, and Mind Fuck allowed it, even as he stood beside her. He watched her yelling, watched her cute upturned nose wriggling at the undefinable smell of his musk, watched her cute lips spelling out angry words. When he had decided he had enough, he reached down and pulled his erect cock to the side, then let it swing back, slapping Summer in the face. Shocked, she quit talking. 

Noah moved in closer to her, moving his dick towards her face, under her nose. 

"Do you know what this is, Summer?" he asked calmly. The girl, who had never seen a man naked or engaged in intercourse, in fact had no idea that there was a penis being wagged in front of her face. She suspected, but she didn't know. What she did know, somewhere in the back of her brain, was that she liked the smell quite a bit. Against her will, her mouth began to water.

"Listen, you sick bastard," she said, calming down a bit. "If you don't let me go right now, bad things are going to happen to you. I swear."

Noah just grinned and poked her cheek with the slimy head of his cock. Pre-cum was starting to develop on the tip, a fluid he knew had the power to drive women crazy. And Summer was just a girl. A stuck-up, arrogant bitch of a girl, but a girl nonetheless. Looking down at her hot young body, he wanted her all the more.

"Summer," he said softly, soothingly. He ran a hand down her cheek, brushed hair out of her face. "I'm not going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you. But you need to accept that I've captured you and that you're helpless now."

"You... bastard..." she growled, frustrated beyond words. Unknown to her, the strong will she prided herself on as a young heroine was failing her by the second. Unfamiliar feelings bloomed inside her. Her face felt hot, and so did her chest. Her heart felt like it was beating faster. She took in deeper breaths, got more of that scent inside her. Meanwhile Noah was prodding her mentally, making sure the encounter went as smoothly as possible for the camera. He liked her fire and tenacity - he knew it would make the payoff that much more rewarding for the men who would soon be watching this movie.

"And to answer your question, yes, I know exactly who you are," he said, running his hand through her hair, pulling her head closer to his pole. Ever so lightly, he dabbed the head on her lower lip, leaving behind a trace of his juices. "Summer Morgan, daughter of Axanna Morgan by day... and Specter Girl by night."

He enjoyed her sharp intake of breath, her head jerking back and away from him even as her tongue came out to instinctively rid her lips of the liquid he had left there. Once they got inside her, his fluids would begin breaking down her resistance even quicker than his scent. He chuckled as she shuddered at the taste. Even the fiery ones were so easy to break. 

"P-p-please," she said, losing what dignity she may have had. "I don't know what you want from me. I just want... I just want to go home."

"Well I can help you with that," he said, glancing around at the four other ex-heroines in the room. They were all watching with as much rapt attention as the horny cameramen, grinning ear to ear. "There's only one thing I need you to do before I'll let you go."

"What?" she asked, but before she could finish the word he plunged his cock into her open mouth, stepping forward and holding her head as he pushed himself into her. 

"Guugghh," she whimpered weakly, unsure what to do. It dawned on her finally what was happening - she knew enough about these situations from heroine horror stories she'd heard to know what was being asked of her. In that moment she despaired, and at the same time she got a stronger taste of the fluid leaking out of the man's penis in her mouth.

She gagged a little bit then drank it down dutifully, pleased at the flavor. She let out a low moan of acknowledgment as she felt the man's hand at the back of her head. He began a sawing motion into her wet mouth, and her only choice was to try and get more of that tasty nectar by flicking the glans with her tongue, unaware that every drop of the stuff was destroying her. 

And so as time went on she became more eager to please the man, a hunger growing inside of her driving her to lick him, suck hard and hum around his length. She let him slide his long cock into her throat, pushing it down until she gagged so hard her whole body shook. But when he pulled back into her mouth she was just as ready to continue pleasuring the man she had never met or even seen.

There was nothing wrong about it to her. She was gaining just as much pleasure as she imagined he was. Her head felt light - she felt dizzy and the only way to help it was by focusing on the task at hand. It was the only thing that kept her rooted. Her breasts were swelling with lust, her vagina wetting itself in preparation for something she instinctively knew would change her forever.

"Mmm," she said around his straining prick. "Mmmmgghh."

Finally she sensed a pulse run down the length of his cock, and in the next instant she felt hot semen hitting the roof of her mouth. She leaned forward, letting him shoot his load directly into her throat. She could not swallow fast enough against his vast stores of jism, however, and soon her mouth was full. Even as she savored the heavenly taste of this man's semen, it spilled onto her shirt. Oh well, she thought. She wouldn't ever need that shirt again anyway. 

When he had emptied himself down her gullet, the man removed her blindfold and looked down into her deep brown eyes. She looked up at him like a baby bird the first time it sees its mother, except she was seeing the man she would call Master for the first time. At the moment, though, she couldn't say anything. With her chin covered in excess sperm, she simply looked up at him, mouth gaping. 

She couldn't fathom what had just happened, she only knew that a fire inside her was ordering her to make love to this man. She was no longer strong enough to resist such a primal urge. She struggled against her bonds with renewed vigor, and the man reached around the chair to untie her. She looked down in amazement at his still-hard cock as it rubbed against the fabric of her semen-stained shirt, and breathed in his musk. 

As soon as her hands were free, Summer grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, exposing her teenaged breasts, so tight and firm with  youth, yet so large thanks to her Aphrodite heritage. Swollen with lust, they threatened to escape from the plain pink bra she wore.

As the man stood back and watched, Summer kicked off her sneakers as she wiped the cum off her chin, eating it quickly before shimmying out of her shorts. Then, without a word, she jumped onto him and kissed him deeply, lovingly. 

"I don't... I don't understand..." she said to him between kisses. 

"I don't expect you to," he told her, and they resumed their kiss.

As he reached around her back to unfasten her bra, Summer was pulling madly at her panties. She felt his cock against the skin of her creamy thighs, then the sudden rush of air on her exposed breasts, and let out a sigh. Looking around, she became aware of the cameras focused on her actions, and the superheroines watching with sick smiles. Women she'd admired all her life were just standing, watching as she prepared to let a stranger fuck her. This was wrong. 

"This... this is wrong," she whimpered as Noah moved his kisses down her neck, but her squeal of appreciative joy when his hands came up to squeeze her twin breasts put aside any reservations. Ignoring the other heroines, she closed her eyes and let it happen. Somehow, she knew it would be alright.

***

Back at Axanna Morgan's mansion, the heroines didn't even try to be discreet. Though normally they would all approach the mansion in civilian clothes or enter through the Specter Cave entrance a mile into the forest that surrounded the Morgan property, they simply piled out of her bright green sports car and barreled towards the front door. Power Lass was already on the scene.

"There's no one here," she said mournfully as Axanna ran through the front door into the foyer, throwing her mask aside and looking around in a panicked state. 

"She's gone, Axanna," Angela said, removing her own mask somberly as she stepped onto the premises. When Axanna ran back into the room, her face was streaked with tears. "They got her."

"Don't you say that!" the millionaire newspaper woman screeched. "Don't you dare say that! She could be anywhere! Give me a phone, I can call her!"

"There was a break-in," Azure Angel said from the doorway, indicating the locks that had been smashed. Power Lass nodded. Axanna simply stood, dumbstruck, then ran upstairs towards Summer's room, calling her daughter's name.

"Jesus, she's lost it," Esha said, sauntering into the home. 

"Summer's all she has," Angela shot back. "Since Axanna's husband husband died, they're both all they've got."

Angela turned abruptly and headed up the steps after her old friend. She found Axanna sitting on her daughter's bed, weeping quietly. Angela sat beside her, placed an arm around her.

"This is the... the second time today I've felt this helpless," the beautiful blonde woman said through her sobs. She wiped tears away and her eyes quickly replaced them with new ones. "I swear, it's all I feel anymore."

"I know," Angela said, staring into nothingness. "It feels like there's nothing we can do. Like we're being hunted."

"We are," Axanna said simply, doubling over, hands over her face. "Someone... some sick fuck is hunting us and he wants us all. And I'm afraid he's going to get us."

"No," Angela said. "We're going to get Summer back, you'll see, and she'll be just fine. No one ever keeps us down for long. That's why we put The Sisterhood together. We've been doing this for years. We don't lose. We can't."

Even as she spoke, Angela chided herself mentally for lying so plainly. She couldn't believe her own words. She felt the same helplessness. Seeing those videos of Ms. Americana and Got Gal... She couldn't imagine them coming back from that. She understood what kind of desperation Axanna had to be feeling.

"It's just... my little girl," Axanna moaned. "She's out there... I got her into this... and the other girls... Jessica and Candi... They're so young... We can't protect them all the time..."

Suddenly, Angela's head jerked up. 

"Oh God," she whispered. "Jessi and Candi... We've got to warn the others!"

***

Mind Fuck tossed Summer Morgan aside. The young brunette had been fucked completely senseless - her virginity stolen on the same night that she became the property of Noah Vale. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her cute lips locked in a permanent grin from the sheer sexual bliss he had gifted her with. Flag Girl and Got Chic came to her side, dragged her by the arms out of the room. She'd be taken somewhere safe, bathed. She'd get some sleep. And in the morning she'd start filming her next movie. 

Mind Fuck had more immediate concerns than the next morning, however. As he turned to face Got Gal and Ms. Americana, they noted his swinging dick, the organ they worshipped, had not lost any of its rigidity, even after pumping load after load into Summer's mouth and pussy. He saw their stares, their looks of awe at his solid member, and smiled.

"I've got a long night ahead of me," he said nonchalantly. "I don't want to miss a second. Bring the next one in."

One of the thugs that worked for Vale entered through the same door Summer Morgan had, dragging a similarly bound young woman by her leg. He pulled her up and dropped her in the chair, tied her hands. She did not struggle as Summer had, simply sat and shivered in morbid fear. Her lips were locked tight, her blindfolded head turning from side to side, seeing nothing. She had heard the sounds coming out of this room, her friend's cries of sheer ecstasy. And she was terrified.

Jessica Lockhart was taller than Summer Morgan, and more voluptuous as well. Her curves were crazy - flaring hips, tiny waist, heaving breasts looking delicious under her navy blue t-shirt and mile-long legs under her jeans. The young college student had the body of a fully-developed woman, features to challenge the beauty of Ms. Americana, and long, bright blonde hair to put even Got Gal to shame. And she was only 17. 

Mind Fuck circled the girl like a lion around a wounded gazelle, appraising her fair complexion, the large, soft rear end she sat upon, her full, pink lips. Those lips quivered as she heard him walking around her. 

"P-p-p-p-please," she stuttered, revealing her complete abject terror and helplessness instantly. Beneath his cowl, Mind Fuck smiled at this. He liked to count the amount of time before his prey first said the word "please." From the way Jessica Lockhart acted, she had considerably less mettle than even Summer Morgan, who had fallen before him like any other slut. Jessica did not belong in the world of superheroics; she was untested and weak. It was unfortunate, then, that in her brief stint as a heroine she had fallen into his hands. Now her career was over.

Mind Fuck waved over Ms. Americana and Got Gal. The two heroine slut-slaves approached happily, eyeing up the young meat before them just as hungrily. In their times as porn stars, both Tanya and Brenda had learned to appreciate the pleasure of lesbian loving. They couldn't wait to indoctrinate young Jessica into their way of thinking. 

"Please," Jessica repeated as Mind Fuck dragged another chair over and sat naked in it, facing Jessica, his erection stabbing obscenely into the air. "Please, Mister, I just wanna go home."

Got Gal was preparing to tear off the blindfold over Jessica's eyes, but Mind Fuck raised a hand to stop her. He was thoroughly enjoying the fear in the girl's voice. If possible, her fear made him harder.

"Please Mister, just let me go and I swear I won't say anything to anybody," she begged to her unseen captor. "I-I-I promise... No one has to know about this. I just wanna go home..."

Ms. Americana knelt on the floor beside Noah, reaching out to take hold of his triumphant erection. It was still wet with Summer's love juices, allowing her to jack it slowly and smoothly. Her master let out a hiss of approval and once again Jessica whipped her head from side to side uselessly, trying in vain to see. Already the smell was assaulting her senses as it had done to her friend Summer just half an hour before. The odor of hot sex, of cum, of cock, was entering her body through her nosrils, and the chemicals that made Noah Vale a god among women were beginning to take hold of her.

"Wh-w-what are you going to do to me?" Jessica asked at last, realizing she was not going to be let go no matter how much she begged. Tanya took this opportunity to lean in to the girl's ear and reply:

"We're going to make you feel good."

With that, she at last removed the blindfold, revealing Mind Fuck's naked form and the gratuitous sex act taking place before her eyes. He closed his eyes and savored her scream.

"Ms. Americana! What are you doing!" she shouted when she was done screaming in horror. Tears streamed down her face. 

"Serving my master," the fallen heroine replied simply, continuing her up-and-down hand motion on his prick. Mind Fuck simply sat, arms crossed, eyes locked on Jessica's admirable body. For a girl her age, she was spectacularly endowed. He sometimes wondered if he would ever tire of women, of fucking them, degrading them, subverting them. Owning them. But as he felt Ms. Americana's wondrous hand on his cock and inspected this innocent girl's fantastic body, a body built for fucking... he knew he would not.

"That's what we do now, honey," Tanya said from beside Jessica. "We please our master."

"What - what the hell are you talking about?" Jessica's voice was now a shrill, panicked tone. Her chest heaved. Mind Fuck watched her. "What is this?"

"These are the last moments of your old life, Jessi," Tanya said, savoring every syllable as it crossed her lips, bringing her face in close to their prey's. "Before you become one of us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whimpered, eyes locked on the masturbation before her. A single drop of pre-cum exited Noah's cock and descended over Ms. Americana's fingers. "You - you two are heroes! I've met you! You're - you're the reason I even became a superheroine!"

"Then we're the reason you're here, now," Ms. Americana said amusedly as she jacked.

"And let's be honest, hon, I wouldn't exactly call what you were doing being a 'superheroine,'" Tanya said, laughing quietly. "I mean, look at you." 

Her hand came up to hold Jessica's chin before reaching up to take some of the girl's bright blonde hair between her fingertips and twirl it. 

"Captured easily by a few thugs. From the sound of it, you didn't even put up a real fight. You didn't even have time to get your costume on. You've got no real powers, just some Aphrodite genes you lucked into. No training in hand-to-hand combat or martial arts, no interesting origin or reason to fight. You really are something thoroughly un-special, darling."

"I-I-I fight because it's r-right," Jessica said boldly in an impressive showing of will. Her gaze met Mind Fuck's for a moment, but she quickly demurred and looked at the floor. He could not help but notice her casting fleeting glances back at the masturbation action out of the corner of her eye. She wanted it already. He suppressed a sigh. Too easy. But they would have some fun. "I f-fight because... because I wanted to be like you."

Tanya let out a hearty laugh. 

"Well," she said, leaning in close. "We can certainly help you with that."

Then she reached down and grasped Jessica's two spectacular breasts through her shirt, searching out the nipples and twisting them through the fabric. Jessica cried out in pain and anguish, her curvaceous body flopping around in the chair. Next, Tanya leaned in and placed her tongue on Jessica's face, licking her slowly and sloppily as the girl sobbed and murmured "No."

Mind Fuck enjoyed the sight of Jessica's now thoroughly-aroused nipples poking against the fabric. Her body was so willing to surrender at this crucial moment. Every part of her wanted release. She cried more.

"Strip her," the man ordered crudely. Tanya grasped the sleeves of Jessica's t-shirt and pulled, using her superhuman strength to tear the seams and shred the shirt in seconds, baring Jessica's stupendous brassiere-encased cleavage to the room. It was beautiful - the blonde girl was positively radiant, almost glowing, even in such dire circumstances. Whereas Tanya's skin was tanned, dark and luxurious, Jessica had an untouched quality about her that made it even more satisfying to break her. 

Next Got Gal reached down and unbuckled Jessi's jeans, again tearing them rudely apart at the crotch, then grasping the pants and shuffling them down the girl's equally spectacular legs. When the girl was naked down to her underwear, Mind Fuck nodded down at his slave, Ms. Americana. She began speaking.

"Let me tell you something about my master's cock," the raven-haired beauty said to the traumatized teenager. She gave it long, loving strokes to emphasize her words. Jessica's terrified gaze was once again locked upon it. "When it's inside me I feel... whole. Complete. Do you know what it's like to feel complete, Jessi. I doubt you do, because you've never known the pleasure Master has given me."

With this, Tanya began a slow massaging of Jessica's shoulders. The girl could do nothing to resist, so she did nothing. She didn't even blink or wince at the feel of the older woman's hands on her smooth young skin.

"Before he came to me, I was like you, Jessi. I thought I could fight crime and live a whole life. But we're deluding ourselves, all of us. I had no purpose in life, no true direction. Master gave that to me."

Tanya's massage moved down to Jessica's arms, back up to her shoulders, around her neck as she loosened up the 17-year old slut-to-be.

"The first time I tasted his cock... I remember it so well. It changed my life. It really did. You don't know the taste. You can probably smell it from there, but..." she detached her hand momentarily from the jutting cock and licked her palm. She smiled wantonly. "Oh, the taste."

Tanya's hands moved down yet again, this time onto Jessica's chest, where they gently cupped her breasts through her lacy white bra and began squeezing. Her hands centered over the girl's concealed nipples as she squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Jessica had stopped crying; she gulped once and her jaw quivered slightly, but her eyes stayed locked on the dick. Ms. Americana continued.

"And not just the taste, but the feel of it. The hardness, the hotness, the feel of it on your flesh. In my mouth, it's like a hot popsicle, something I can suck on for days. And the cock... oh, that's only the second best part to his cream. This man's cum, Jessi, will make you his slave. Make no mistake. If you even come in contact with it... Well, you won't stop until you've gotten him inside of you. And by then, it'll be too late."

Jessica was breathing heavily now, cheeks flushed with color as Tanya continued to molest her generous tits.

"You've never had a man inside you, have you sweetheart? No, of course not. We can all tell that about you. So you couldn't even imagine the pure perfect heaven of having this man inside you. He made me scream, Jessi, the first time we made love. Me, your idol, your role model. He made me scream. And beg. You don't know the power he has over us. It's the way it was meant to be."

Jessica was speechless, practically panting as one of Tanya's hands descended to her belly, which quivered, and arrived at her panties. These were quickly lifted so Tanya's skilled fingers could gain entry. Mind Fuck watched it all happen and smiled. 

"You may not have had a man yet, Jessi, but don't tell me you haven't felt that lust inside you. I know what puberty was like for me. All that boiling lust inside you with nowhere to go, your instincts telling you to surrender while your mind tells you to be strong... Let me tell you something, honey: your brain is wrong. Your body is right. Your instincts are right. You need to fuck. And when you do... all that boiling, all that frustration? You won't believe the payoff. It's better than you could possibly imagine. Trust me. Trust me."

Tanya was now fully masturbating the helpless Jessica Lockhart, just as Ms. Americana was masturbating her master. Jessica's breaths were long, ragged moans. She was so close.

"We've already established you have no real reason for being a heroine, Jessica. Your body was built for one thing, and it's not fighting crime. So what real reason do you have... not to be a whore?"

With that, Tanya's hands pulled abruptly out of Jessica's panties and off her swollen breast. The girl let out a groan of disappointment and sat with her eyes on the ceiling, chest heaving as she tried to regain some control over her body. As they watched her, it became apparent that it wasn't going to happen. Tanya untied her hands and they immediately shot to her cunt, one feverishly rubbing her most private parts as the other frantically squeezed her tits, which ached with lust. It was a truly arousing show, but it wasn't enough to give the poor girl an orgasm. Face flushed, she looked at Noah through glazed eyes. 

"I - I need it," she said simply. Ms. Americana took her cue and backed away from her master, joining Tanya. Together, they watched the scene intently, sharing licks off Ms. Americana's drenched hand. 

Jessica slid off her chair and knelt, nearly naked, between Mind Fuck's knees. 

"Oh gawd," she said. "I need it."

She moved as if in a trance, eyes locked all the time on his massive erection and balls. She slid the thin bra straps off her shoulders and let the cups fall away from her breasts, exposing herself to the man who had engineered her destruction. They were so full and firm, her flesh white in contrast with the engorged pinkness of her untouched nipples. Her mind filled with thoughts - how could she please him? How could she please herself? 

So she rose up on her knees, reached out and took hold of his cock, running her hands down its length carefully. It was, in fact, even better to touch than Ms. Americana had described. She wanted to feel it all over her body. Pulling it in close, she let her bosom simply swallow that rock-hard cock. It disappeared into her cleavage as she hugged it, squeezing it, arms pressing her tits tightly around it. She felt its veins, its warmth, and adored it. Looking up, she melted at the look of approval the man gave her as she moved her arms up and down, letting her tits massage it. 

Only the did she begin her work in earnest, bobbing up and down on him, letting it slide through her valley again and again, lubricating her virgin flesh with his copious pre-cum, baptizing her. Noah had always appreciated a good tit-fucking and sighed contentedly as the 17-year old girl who had briefly called herself a heroine submitted to a life as a whore. She developed a good rocking motion, enjoying the sight of his purple cockhead popping out of her cleavage, then disappearing again into her flesh. Ms. Americana's words ran through her mind - "Your body was built for one thing..." At last, it seemed, she had found her purpose. 

Noah did not last long. He didn't wish to. After such competent masturbation from his prime whore Ms. Americana, this exciting corruption of Jessica Lockhart was enough to send him over the edge. Knowing he was erasing Amazing Babe from the planet, he sat back and watched his cock erupt with jets of hot cum that excited and delighted the young Miss Lockhart. Soon her tits and much of her face were covered, but she noticed something curious as she squeezed the last of his sperm out with her heavy breasts. 

"You're still... it's still hard," she said, unsure of the correct language to use. She pulled back, not knowing if she had pleased this man she so desperately wanted to please. Absentmindedly, her hands were scooping his cum from her tits and feeding it into her mouth, but she wore a worried expression.

"Well, that's because we've still got more to do," he said, speaking his first words to her and slapping his thighs. "Mount up."

She smiled.

***

By the time Power Lass left Delta City College dormitories, it was dark out. She had searched the room of student Jessica Lockhart and found signs of a struggle, but nothing else. No forensic evidence, no clues, no calling cards... She was just gone. Power Lass cut across the deep blue skies above town to Candace Graham's apartment. Lady Midnight was already there, investigating.

"Let me guess," Power Lass said, landing carefully on the apartment's small balcony. "Disappeared without a trace."

"Someone kicked in the door, just like at the Morgan residence," Lady Midnight said, crouched in the middle of the living room. "She was cooking some popcorn when they came - that's what that burning smell is. Neighbors didn't hear anything - they reported the smell before anyone noticed the door. There had to have been... maybe seven to ten men to take down an Aphrodite that quick. Well-trained, professional men. Smart men."

"No such thing," Power Lass scoffed, taking a seat on the couch, shoulders slumped. "Jesus Christ, this is bad."

"They hit us pretty hard," Lady Midnight admitted, collecting a few hair fibers off the carpet. "I sure didn't see it coming. We can't allow ourselves to be this weak. They got three of us tonight."

"Three girls," Power Lass. "Seven to ten men each, and that's a conservative guess. Roughly at the same time, all with perfect execution. This is no small-time job. This is big. But who? Who can organize something like that?"

"Well, we can probably rule out the Sambino family," Lady Midnight said sardonically as she put the fiber samples in her utility belt and stood against the opposite wall. "King Pimp is dead, his lieutenants are in hiding. Scattered. Organized crime in Delta is practically gone, Karen. I can't think of a single enemy we know who could be behind something like this."

"Then it's worse than we imagined," Power Lass said. "It's an enemy we don't know."

"Someone we've never met in combat," Lady Midnight nodded. "We have no ideas of his or her strengths, weaknesses, or strategies."

"Just some masked man out there hunting superheroines."

"You think it's definitely a man."

"Definitely. The whole porn angle reeks of a man. No woman has the power to capture someone like Brenda Wade and convert them so quickly and easily. Unfortunately, some man might."

Lady Midnight rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands, sighing.

"Well, I'm done for the night," she said. "Angela Grear has to be up early tomorrow. She's got the Sambino case to help prosecute, after all. So we'll go all home and sleep in our beds and wait for a clue."

"And meanwhile they're out there doing... God knows what to those girls."

"Oh," Lady Midnight said darkly. "I've got a pretty fair idea what they're doing."

***

"Oh God," Candi Graham moaned as her blindfold was lifted. Dressed in only the black nightie and panties she had been wearing when she was abducted, she knelt in the center of a circle of men. Naked, angry-looking men. She looked around at them in fear, knowing with brutal exactness exactly what was planned for her. 

Most of the naked men were bulky and muscular, but had a more thin build. Moreover, he wore a purple cape and cloak that concealed his identity. Behind him, more men operated one of three large cameras that were focused on the scene. Candi shivered, head turning from side to side, arms straining against the tight plastic wire that kept her wrists bound. Her legs were shaky - one of the men who invaded her apartment earlier that night had given her a severe bashing in the head - so she couldn't get her bearings enough to stand. She had to rely on something other than her physical abilities if she was going to best the rows upon rows of aspiring rapists surrounding her.

"My name is Candace and I assume you already know that I'm a superheroine. I'm one of about a dozen heroines operating in this town, and I'm one of the most powerful," she bluffed, eyes fierce. "Whatever you're planning, I can tell you with certainty that you will be punished. Every other heroine in this city knows me and I'd be surprised if they didn't already know I've been kidnapped. We will come down on you hard and without pity or remorse. You'll wish you'd never met this goofball in the cape. You'll wish your father never met your mother. I promise you, it will not be pleasant."

"A bonus for the man that gets inside her first," said the goofball in the cape, turning and walking away through the advancing crowd.

Candi struggled again to get onto her knees, then lifted herself up to her feet. Snarling, she squared off with the first man coming at her. Unlike her fallen compatriot Amazing Babe, Champion Girl actually was well trained in the art of fighting. Unfortunately, she was dazed, tired, incapacitated, and very afraid. She didn't even see the man coming at her from behind, who kicked her knees from behind and felled her all over again. 

Candi's face hit the carpet floor hard and it knocked the breath out of her. She groaned in disappointment as she felt the men close in around her. For the first time, it truly occurred to her that she wouldn't win this fight. But she wouldn't go down without a fight. Her long, tan legs spun out and connected with the two men closest to her, sending them literally flying. Another man came from in front of her, grabbing her around the neck. Candi knew she didn't have time to stand up and face him, so she used her legs - her only weapons - to kick herself forward, shouldering him in the gut. Her face came sickeningly close to his exposed crotch, but soon she had sent him flying backwards as well. 

Using her momentum, she drove through the crowd of naked men, taking as many of them down as she could with her wide shoulders. The men shouted in anger and surprise as they scattered, in disarray. Candi found herself on her feet again, crouched low, teeth bared like a wild animal. She was an image of female strength and beauty - every muscle in her perfectly toned body working in harmony, sweat running over her tanned flesh, breasts hanging down, barely hidden under the black nightwear she had clothed herself in earlier in the evening. 

But she could not fight them forever. She counted heads as the group approached her again, unwilling to quit when they were so close to having her. The bonus didn't really matter, of course - getting their cocks into her was the bonus. Again unlike Jessica Lockhart, Candi was not a virgin, and was not innocent - she had had her fun in high school before becoming a superheroine in college. But the idea of being raped did not appeal to her, surprisingly. 

But she could not guard against every direction at once. Their lust outweighed their fear of her, and eventually they were close enough that one man reached out and punched her once in the back of her skull, sending her reeling. Another man struck her, then another, until, punch-drunk, she collapsed, tripping over her own feet. And then they pounced. Champion Girl remained strong, but not strong enough to resist the cumulative willpower of the crowd that descended upon her, reaching out to molest her, rub her, pinch and squeeze her. Hand ripped the lace of her black nightie apart like it was nothing, ridding it from her body, exposing her two magnificent orbs to the room. 

Candi continued to curse and growl at the men, making her mouth the least appealing hole to enter. Instead, her satin panties were ripped asunder, and the helpless heroine was rendered fully naked before them. For a moment there was no movement - Candi simply lay on her back, petrified with fear, and the men took in the beauty of her body. Her flat, athletic stomach, her full breasts, her long, graceful neck and legs, the shaven snatch one of them would soon claim. 

Little did Candi know that even as she shook with fright at the hands of these vile men, she was being manipulated. From off-camera, the man called Mind Fuck was using his telepathic powers to quiet the fear in Candi's mind, to erase the negative associations she had with regards to rape. Even though she was an Aphrodite female and therefore inhumanly susceptible to members of the opposite sex, a fully lucid heroine could not be tamed through rape, despite the many urban legends which claimed it was possible. Luckily, Noah Vale had it within his power to make Champion Girl less than lucid. As he watched the sight of more than twenty men preparing to thoroughly use a beautiful woman, Noah pumped suggestions of submission, of acceptance, of lust into young Candi's defenseless brain. Just enough to get her going, to get her excited about the proceedings even as she resisted them with all her might. It would make for a much better film.

"You motherfuckers, get the fuck off of me!" Candi yelled as hands came in to massage her voluminous tits. "You won't get away with this! I won't let you, you bastards! I'll hunt every single one of you down, do you hear me?!"

Candi's verbal barrage did not faze Noah's employees. Cocks danced before her eyes, and slowly her thoughts turned to remembering how long it had been since she'd had her hands on one. She shook this moment of weakness aside, but as soon as it was gone, another thought took its place: she needed this. She needed cock. It had been too long.

"No! Nnnooo!!" she cried, protesting her own mind's sudden capitulation as much as the men who were now kneeling around her, feeling her breasts, touching her face and ass. Neither obeyed her requests, however - her mind only thrilled as one of the numerous men parted her knees and placed himself between them. Candi let out a high pitched scream, but it quickly became a long, lustful moan as he pierced into her cunt and began fucking her. 

"No! No, you motherfucker, oh you cocksucker I'll get you, I'll get you..." she breathed in a  stream-of-consciousness protest. She was distracted for a moment, only for a moment, as she saw the cock of one of her many tormenters hovering above her face. But in that moment, its owner noticed her sudden fascination with his tool.

"Hey, look at this," the man mused to his anonymous comrades, noting the look in her eye. "Someone's gettin' interested."

"Fuck you," Candi growled, but her anger again quickly faded into bliss as the ministrations of the man in her pussy forced a moan of contentment out of her. As much as her body wanted to resist, Candi could not as the man by her head brought his cock in close to her mouth and parted those perfect, full pink lips with his dick head. Without opening her eyes, Candi accepted the gift and opened her mouth to let him in. Noah watched, amused, from afar. One of the monitors showed Candi's surrender in a close-up shot and he enjoyed watching the emotions crossing her face as she took a dick in her mouth, while simultaneously he was listening to the turmoil in her mind. Candi was questioning her own sanity as she acted on pure instinct, the instinct of a whore.

Noah considered his actions. He had penetrated Candi's mind and changed her right there, on the spot. None of his other targets had been defeated so directly; he usually relied upon their own weakness or prepared them for days or weeks before enslaving them. He had always suspected he had the mental capacity to turn regular women into instant sluts, but never before had his suspicions been so completely proven. As he watched Candi pleasure her rapists, Noah knew that as Mind Fuck, he was now practically unstoppable. 

After taking the first cock in her mouth, Candi's resistance evaporated quickly as she realized the sensations these men could give her. Suddenly, she stopped perceiving their attention to her naked breasts as unwelcome molestation and it became overwhelming ecstasy. Fingers danced across her stomach, pinched her breasts, pushed into the softness of her massive charms. And instead of a rapist's member in her vagina, she came to saw it as a rod of pure sexual electricity igniting fires inside her she never knew she had. 

Quickly, loads of semen were blown inside her pussy and mouth, and the men pulled out, replaced instantly by friends. Candi accepted them eagerly now - her mouth stayed open as she gulped down the first man's cum and prepared for another man to take his place. Only a matter of minutes after she had cursed the men and threatened to hunt them down, Candi Graham reached up to squeeze her tits together as a man sat on her stomach and eased his meat into her cleavage. Candi detached from the cock in her mouth for one moment as her body was rocked by the powerful thrusts of a man in her cunt and a man between her tits. As her lips smacked off the end of the dick in her mouth, she cried out:

"FUCK YES!"

Over the next hour or more, Candi greeted every cock to come into her field of view with a wide smile and an alluring look. Her previous shouted threats became wild screams of sheer pleasure and by the time the last willing participant shot his second wad deep in her ass and retired, exhausted, the heroine had been painted with cum. Her upper body was a sticky mess from the men who'd deposited loads there for the camera's sake; her tits and face were covered with thick white cream. She lay back, equally exhausted, and watched as the man in the purple hood approached her. 

"How did that feel, Candi?" he asked innocently.

"Oh, like fucking magic," the heroine replied, his transformation of her mental landscape now complete. 

"Do you want some of this?" he asked, fondling his sizable erection. Pre-cum dripped freely from it onto the floor. "Are you ready to submit to me and be my slave?"

"Yes," she replied instantly. 

"Yes, Master," he corrected.

"Yes, Master," she said, smiling sweetly.

"Crawl to me then, slave," he said, beginning to fist his cock before her eyes. She got off her back, cum leaking from her cunt and ass, and complied, crawling on hands and knees to him. 

"There is no going back," Noah warned. "Once you're mine, you--"

But he couldn't finish the sentence before she reached up, guided his cock to her mouth, and engulfed him. As Noah looked down and watched her go to work on him, licking the head repeatedly, sucking it deep into her mouth, he congratulated himself on the furthering of his goals. In a single day, he had brought down three members of The Sisterhood. But they were the three youngest members, the three weakest members. It would get more difficult as he moved down the roster. 

Then again, he thought as he watched the fervent dick-sucking of his newest recruit, a girl he had converted in record time... Maybe it wouldn't.

***

Angela Grear woke up late, feeling hung over and old. She slapped the snooze alarm on her alarm clock and sat up in her bed in the small apartment of a Delta City civil servant and dangled her legs over the edge, throwing the covers off of her. She stared down at the silky chocolate texture of her bare thighs before standing and positioning herself in front of the full-length mirror on the inside of her bedroom door. She patted her flat stomach beneath the white t-shirt she wore to bed, sucked in a breath and admired the size and firmness of her bust, the smoothness of her round buttocks under a pair of boxer briefs. 

She let out a sigh, wondering if she was getting too old, losing some of her edge. But she knew she wasn't - the Aphrodite gene wouldn't let her age naturally. She would always have the physique of a supermodel and the appeal of a teenage sex bomb. And it would always make her a target. That was the true Aphrodite curse.

She dressed sharply that day, though she knew her suit would end up sweat-soaked just as it had the day before. "ANOTHER SCORCHER," read the headline on the front of the Delta City Chronicle. But a story below the fold caught her eye. Apparently, sometime during the night the police had at last captured three of Delta's most notorious pimps - Mr. Cock, JJ Rod, and Kid Rotten. Anthony Zurgis, James Rodney, and Wallace Little had been cornered in one of the shut-down brothels based on an anonymous tip. 

Angela finished her breakfast quickly and blew out the front door. She shook from excitement on the drive downtown. Unbelievable! In one night, the last three major pimps taken down in one fell swoop. Almost poetic, she thought, when compared to the events of the day before. Three heroines taken out, and then three pimps. She shook her head. Couldn't think like that. Couldn't be so negative all the time. The city needed optimism right now. The other heroines needed optimism. As she drove through the sweltering streets of Downtown Delta, past the smashed-in front windows of stores and charred remains of burnt-out buildings from the previous night's riots, she told herself the city would need all the hope it could get if it was going to make it through the summer.

She arrived at the police station and strode in purposefully. If she knew the way Delta police behaved when they did actually manage to catch a criminal, all three pimps would still be in the interrogation rooms. They had rap sheets longer than their dicks and the Delta cops wouldn't pass on the opportunity to gloat. 

But it was not a policeman she found in the interrogation room with Mr. Cock when she arrived upstairs. In the room where she had left him with King Pimp two days earlier, Senator Noah Vale was sitting calmly across the table from Anthony Zurgis. The two halted what appeared to be an amiable discussion when Angela entered.

"Oh, hello, Ms. Grear," Vale said, turning in his chair to face her. "Mr... Zurgis and I were just discussing his future in Delta City."

"He's not going to have one if my office has anything to say about it," Angela replied, doing her best to hide her anger and growing irritation with Vale. She studied his face. Every time she saw him, he reminded her of... something. His face seemed familiar, and not just from his campaign commercials.

"Well," Noah said with his trademark smile, "I just thought it necessary to consult with him before he's moved to more... secure facilities. When we eventually do set up the government brothels in this town, we're going to need the input of men like Mr. Zurgis. With King Pimp gone, Anthony could very well be an important part of our city's future."

Angela's blood boiled.

"Would you step outside with me, please, Senator?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course," he said, standing.

"Let me make one thing clear," Angela hissed at Noah when they had secluded themselves inside the fourth interrogation room. "I don't trust you."

"You don't..." Vale seemed shaken. "I'm sorry?"

"I don't trust you!" Angela repeated. "All your conniving, your running around town, your supposedly 'progressive' plans for my city... Don't think that some of us don't see right through you. I know what the title of politician means in this town to men like you."

"Angela, please..." he said calmly, lowering his eyes. She moved in close to him, burning with intensity. As she approached him, she could pick up his scent, the scent she had noticed the first time they met. She found herself inspecting the features of his face. A handsome face, that much was sure. A cute face. In any other situation, Angela admitted she would have a difficult time not finding him very attractive. But this was not any other situation.

"And don't think that we've forgotten your words about Ms. Americana right after her disappearance all those months ago. Come to think of it, who were you being interviewed by that night? Was it Tanya O'Donnel? The same Tanya O'Donnel who's been missing since March?"

"I'd be very careful about what allegations your office is prepared to make," Noah said, raising his eyes coldly.

"Well if I were you, I'd be careful too," Angela replied. 

"Threats now," Noah chuckled. "Okay, Ms. Grear. You don't have to like me. You don't have to trust me. But I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and let you compare me to the other politicians in this town. You think I like working with those slobs at the Capitol? You think I enjoy running my proposals by the desk of that fat sleaze Segusi? You think I believe the corrupt police in this city are going to enforce whatever regulations I do manage to enact before I'm out of office? It's hard to change things in a city this broken. I realize that. But I thought of all people, you, Ms. Grear, would be a little bit more supportive. Or at the very least, a little bit more fucking professional."

Angela backed away as if she had been struck in the face, eyes wide. She had come into the room expecting to trick some sort of confession out of Noah Vale, one of her prime suspects in the Mind Fuck case. Instead, she looked like a fool.

"Now if you'll excuse me," Vale said, "I believe I've been accused quite enough for one day."

"Y-you can talk to the other suspects. That is, if you want to," Angela said meekly.

"Some other time," he said, turning back at the door. "I think I need to get home and wash the stench of this city off. Good day, Ms. Grear."

Angela followed him out of the room. He charged towards the exit, slamming the door behind him.

"Wow, he left in a hurry," said the beat cop assigned to watch the interrogation rooms.

"He said he'd talk to the other suspects later," she said, eyes still on the door Vale had exited.

"What do you mean?" the cop asked. "He's been in here all morning talking to all three of them."

Angela turned sharply upon the policeman. 

"You must be mistaken," she said calmly.

"Hey, whatever, lady," he replied, shrugging. "I've been here all morning too."

Angela shot another look at the exit. Her shame at the tongue-lashing he had given her began to transform back into suspicion. 

What was Noah Vale hiding?

***

That night, Angela Grear was still asking herself that same question as she sat on her couch, dressed only in lingerie, with a chilled bottle of Corona in her hand. She held it to her temple for the umpteenth time, running the cold, hard bottle over her sweaty forehead. Outside, the city was exhaling slowly all the heat it had absorbed during another sweltering July day. Her air conditioner was broken, so Angela had set up a number of fans in the apartment. 

Resting the cold bottle on her thigh, Angela sat back and pressed "Play" on the remote control she held in her other hand. Instantly, sex noises began emanating from her TV set. Grunts and groans, gasps and moans - masculine growls and feminine squeals. This was the latest in a series of pornographic films she had been sent anonymously starting in mid-April. Originally she had received unmarked video tapes, but soon her mail was full of professionally packaged porn DVDs, all of them staring women she had known, trusted, and respected. After viewing the first few and realizing their content, Angela had stopped opening the packages. She hadn't been able to throw them away, so she kept them in her closet. They were the last remaining link she had to women like Brenda Wade and Tanya O'Donnel. 

Tonight she had come home feeling... different. Maybe it was the shouting match with Noah Vale or the abundance of open threats and sexual remarks she had received during the subsequent interviews with the captured pimps. Maybe it was the heat... But she felt different. She felt hot, she thought as she slid the cold bottle between her lingerie-clad breasts, moaning aloud as her tits tightened, nipples growing easily to arousal. Before her, the porn video slowly transformed from a repulsing display to an erotic and appealing experience. 

Angela took a swig of beer and watched as her old friend Tanya tripped over the awkward lines of a porno set-up. In this film she was playing the part of a schoolteacher at the front of a classroom, describing the female anatomy. Angela rolled her eyes and took another drink as the scene devolved quickly - the students approached Tanya, who gave them an alluring look as they banished their clothing. And then the fucking began.

Angela felt aroused despite herself as she saw the body of her former comrade being used as a fucktoy by a cadre of vicious men. Different camera angles gave her views of Tanya's ass as it was rocked by thrusts, of her mouth as it accepted cock after cock, of her tits, squashed against the wooden desk. Angela recognized the sole female student of the class as Tanya's sidekick Anita Jackson. Anita's protests were quickly silenced as she, too, was stripped of her clothing and "forced" into sex, pushed to the floor and violated again and again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tanya cried on screen, each enraptured shout turning the concern in Angela's heart into lust. She realized her own snatch now wept in sympathy for Tanya's brutally erotic treatment. As the blonde whore was used, humped, spanked, and thrown around, Angela's arousal grew and grew.

"What's the matter, baby, can't keep up?" Tanya taunted as one of her partners pulled out of her, spent. "That's alright, we'll get a real man in here, come on, stud, give it to me the way I like it."

Angela repeated Tanya's lines in a murmur as she stared into the TV. She finished the beer and started another one, working through the case that sat beside her on the couch. She rubbed the cold glass up her stomach, cooing at the tickling sensation. 

"Come on, baby, that's not hard enough for me," Tanya shouted, and again Angela spoke with her, louder now. "I need more cock, gimme all you got!"

Tanya was suddenly silenced as a man shoved his erection into her mouth. Angela closed her eyes and listened to her friend humming happily around a cock and moaned out loud again, whimpering as her hand reached down to touch her pussy through her panties. She imagined herself in Tanya's role, pictured her face being penetrated by some man's hot prick, her thick lips enveloping it, her eyes rolling upwards in bliss. She imagined looking up at the cock's owner, begging with her eyes for commendation for a job well done. The man she was sucking was none other than Senator Vale.

Angela started out of her daydream, sitting bolt upright on her sofa. Two more empty beer bottles lay beside her - she had apparently drained them while in the midst of her sexual fantasy. She noted that her lipstick stains ran the length of the bottlenecks - she had deepthroated the bottles and drunk down the beer like the semen she so desired. She felt the effects of the alcohol on her system and hiccupped, pulling her hand from her panties. Her fingers were wet with juices. She had been masturbating idly while she fantasized.

Angela was thoroughly drunk, too drunk to worry about the state of her mind. Instead, an idea popped into her head, an idea she was surprised had never occurred to her sober. 

She suspected Noah Vale was involved in whatever illicit dealings had led to the downfall of seven of Delta's heroines. But she had never tailed the man to find out what he did with his time. Could she track him to the warehouse district? Maybe catch him in the act? In her drunken state, it seemed like a good plan. So she lifted herself off the sofa and stood unsteadily for a moment. She hiccupped again, then headed towards her bedroom. 

She retrieved her mask from the hidden panel in her closet and placed it on her face, then slipped her feet into the high heels she wore as Lady Midnight. But when she put her arms around her back to undo the clasp on her lacy pink bra, she found her dexterity had been somewhat impaired by her drunkenness. So instead of donning the skimpy costume of Lady Midnight, Angela Grear simply strapped on her utility belt and headed out into the night in her lingerie.

The rush of running along rooftops ten or twenty stories above the street was multiplied by her inebriation. She stumbled a few times, but that only added to the thrill. 

"Woo-hoo!" she cried as she threw herself across the gap between buildings, long muscular legs tensing then extending beneath her. She was heading towards Noah Vale's apartment, a location she'd been sure to look up in the phone book before departing. She ran it through her head to keep from forgetting as she ran.

The experience of being a superheroine felt new and exciting again as she propelled herself over roofs. All the weight of the world, the concern over the heroines' disappearance, it all disappeared as she masqueraded in the night wearing only a mask and her underwear.

She arrived at the building across the street from Vale's apartment after twenty minutes of vaulting from rooftop to rooftop. She paused and ducked down, searching the street for his car. She saw it parked up the block, three doors away from his own apartment. The lights in his place were on. She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

For an hour, Angela sat, perched atop the brownstone overlooking the street where Noah lived. She faded in and out of her drunken stupor, swaying side to side, head lolling back and forth on her shoulders. She giggled to herself occasionally, then regained focus and continued her vigil. Slowly she regained sobriety, enough at least that when she looked down at her body, clothed in lacy underwear, it occurred to her that what she was doing was slightly ridiculous.

"Ugh," she said, stumbling to her feet, hand on her stomach to quiet the discomfort that consumption of alcohol could give her. Suddenly she felt a vibrating on her hip. She slid the belt around and took out the cell phone she used as Lady Midnight to communicate with other heroines. It usually only rang in emergencies. The screen read: Power Lass. Striding away from the edge of the roof, Angela adopted a business-like tone as she held the phone to her ear. 

"What is it?" she asked, looking around to get her bearings, trying to remember which direction home was. 

"Angela, something horrible has happened," came Power Lass' frantic voice. Angela began to grow uncomfortable.

"No civilian names on the phone," she said tersely. Something serious must have happened to upset the most powerful heroine left in the city. "Calm down. What's happened?"

"It's - it's Green Specter. I'm afraid she's done something... rash."

"Where is she? Have you spoken to her?"

"I just got home. She left a message on my machine saying she was going out, that she was going to clean up the Lowdowns to clear her head. I don't think she's fit for that kind of activity. Not after what happened yesterday. She sounded... angry and-and... Well, I just don't think she's all there anymore. I'm worried. I'm going out."

"The Lowdowns?" Angela asked. "I'm near there now. I can be there in twenty minutes if I run."

She closed the phone and took off at a flat run across the roof, straight towards the Lowdowns - a district just outside of Sugar Town. But because the main industry in that part of town was not prostitution but drugs, the Downs had been untouched by the recent raids by police. So the drug trade went on unencumbered. It was one of the facts of life in Delta.

Street pushers ruled the Lowdowns with an iron fist. Many untested heroines had tried to mount an assault against them and failed. Even an experienced, formidable heroine like Green Specter could not take the drug dealers head on and expect to come away victorious. It was a foolhardy attempt, and as Angela leapt over the first city canyon, she wondered if Axanna had some sort of death wish. Could she have given up hope for her daughter's rescue so quickly?

As she landed on the roof across the street, she felt her breasts heave up and down within the lacy bra. As she bounded off towards another great leap, her hands came up to adjust her bosom within the pink lingerie, hoping they wouldn't come loose.

She reached the outskirts of Sugar Town - she could tell by the smell of smoke and the sound of rioters - and headed north, away from the riots, towards the old rowhouses and hollow buildings that were the coke and smack haven known as the Downs. She couldn't hear any commotion up ahead, and looking down she noted that there were no people in the streets. No pedestrians. She was nearing another jump when she heard a whooshing sound behind her, the notification that Power Lass had arrived.

The blonde bombshell touched down lightly. She was visibly worried. 

"I've been at a thousand feet running recon. There's a cluster of people in an alley two blocks that way. That's probably our best bet - - Are  you wearing... lingerie?"

Angela closed her eyes in shame, making an embarrassed face.

"I was in a hurry," was her best excuse. A lame one.

"Uh, okay," Power Lass replied. "Let's go."

Power Lass took off again and flew about twenty feet above Lady midnight's head as they covered the last two blocks. When they came to another precipice, they both leaned over the edge to peer down at the goings-on below. They could already hear the sounds of the crowd they were about to look down upon, but they were not prepared for the sight.

There had to be close to fifty men in that alley - all the missing drug dealers and pedestrians from the surrounding area - and one woman. From three stories up, it was hard to recognize her, but they immediately knew who it had to be. Axanna Morgan was backed up against a wall, fists raised. Her costume and shock of light blonde hair gave her away. She was surrounded by the men; from the watching heroines' perspective, the scene looked like a blooming flower around Green Specter. And they were growing closer. A few of their friends lay around, defeated, but the mob had obviously gained the upper hand. The heroine had been stripped of her leather jacket. Her fishnet stockings appeared shredded, her green bustier stripped down to her navel, exposing her breasts for the men to see. Their appetite was big enough for them to have cornered her with obvious intentions of rape instead of simply running away. One gang member in a wheelchair near the front of the crowd seemed to be calling the shots. For her part, Axanna seemed exhausted - the stunningly beautiful blonde woman was breathing heavily, practically wheezing. They could hear her screaming threats at the men, who only responded by growing nearer to them. 

"Son of a bitch," Power Lass growled, and dived over the edge of the building. She hurled herself towards the ground head first; when she landed she crushed a man and her impact formed a crater in the alley concrete. Quickly she pulled herself out of the crater, wiping the man's blood off her before tossing his body aside. The heroine began taking wide swings at the men around her, sending them flying three or four at a time. The assault was brutal and bloody; Power Lass worked her way through the mob with angry efficiency and it responded by turning away from Green Specter and on to her. 

Lady Midnight slid down a fire escape to get to the ground and attacked a man, downing him in seconds. But there were a lot of men around her, and Angela still felt a little tipsy. Soon she too was overwhelmed like Axanna and ducked away from the angry crowd. She escaped towards the end of the alley and looked back in time to see Power Lass hefting a dumpster over her head before bringing it down on the crowd of men. Angela was shocked at this show of violent force and stood, awed, as the remaining members of the crowd scattered, escaping out of the alley and into the streets. 

"Power Lass!" Angela called. "You killed them!"

"Yeah," said the busty heroine over her shoulder as she walked over to Axanna, who had collapsed to the ground in fear. Green Specter held her head in her hands and was shaking violently. Power Lass helped pull her bustier up, covering her breasts again.

"We never kill!" Angela cried, following her. "We have a code!"

"Well, those scumbags didn't," Power Lass replied. "And whoever it was that kidnapped Ms. Americana and Got Gal - he doesn't have a code. He just preys on us weak, moral cattle. And I'm tired of being the prey."

Power Lass was having trouble comforting Axanna, who was shivering and muttering crazily. 

"What's wrong with her?" Angela asked. Power Lass took a moment to inspect her fallen friend, then wiped a gloved finger under Axanna's nose and inspected the white, powdery residue.

"She's snorted something," Power Lass replied finally. "Cocaine. Jesus, she was high on drugs. No wonder they were going to take her down so easy."

"You... you fucking bitches," came a voice from behind them. Angela and Karen turned to see the wheelchair-bound gangster, a young man Angela recognized as Preston Broadus. Both his legs were in casts. His wheelchair had been tipped and he was lying on the ground helplessly. "Cops are finally doing business in Sugar Town, and you gotta come down to my neighborhood to start trouble now. Bunch of bitches."

Power Lass stood and walked over to the debilitated young dealer. Calmly, she crouched and took his hands, then squeezed. He cried out as his fingers snapped. She didn't stop until every bone in both of his hands was broken, then she walked back over to Axanna, picked her up, and walked out of the alley, leaving Broadus to cry in agony. Angela followed her, unsure if she should comment on the display she'd just seen. She'd never expect such a cruel streak out of Power Lass. But everyone was on edge nowadays.

"You know," Angela said as she caught up with Power Lass, "I expected the mystery kidnapper to strike again tonight. That's what I expected when I got your emergency call. Not this."

"I don't think any of us expected this," Power Lass replied, looking down at the now-unconscious Axanna as she walked. 

"I'm just saying," Lady Midnight said as they walked through the sweaty night. "He's out there somewhere."

"I guess he found other things to do with his time."

***

Supermodel Barbie Cummings stumbled through the front door of her home locked in an embrace with a man she didn't even know. They'd met at a nightclub in downtown Delta earlier that night, and Barbie had ingested enough alcohol that spending the night with such a cute boy seemed like a good idea. After all, at the rate heroines were being taken out, what did it matter if she let some hot junior executive ride her all night long?

They laughed into each other's mouths as Barbie struggled to find the light switch. When she finally did, and flicked it on, Cute Boy immediately disengaged and turned away from her.

"Whoa, what the fuck?" he asked, eyes turned towards two people standing in the center of Barbie's living room. One was a man wearing nothing but a purple cape and cowl. The other was Ms. Americana, though instead of her classic uniform, the beautiful ex-heroine was wearing black lingerie that matched her raven tresses. Immediately, Barbie realized what was happening. At long last, the man called Mind Fuck had come for her. When they were done staring at the intruder's massive cock, Cute Boy spoke up again.

"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" he asked. Mind Fuck waved his hand and Cute Boy collapsed to the floor, eyes rolling back in his head. Brain-dead.

"Getting impatient?" Mind Fuck asked, smiling widely. "What's the matter, Esha? Weren't you willing to just wait until I showed up to give you my dick? Or did you have to go out searching for immature little man boys to please you? I guess all those porn videos I've been sending you people are really starting to have their effect."

Barbie fumed. Indeed, she had been receiving DVDs from Mind Fuck for months now, just like her teammates in The Sisterhood. Her thoughts turned to them, and she realized that her cell phone was in her purse. If she could just make a call to Angela or Axanna without Mind Fuck noticing, maybe they would know and come to her aid.

"She's going for her cell phone," Mind Fuck said, and before she realized what was happening, Barbie was stripped of her purse from behind. She turned and found herself face-to-face with Got Gal, clad only white lingerie. The blonde heroine smiled sweetly and shoved Barbie into the living room, slamming the front door behind her. The supermodel cowered, surrounded by the two heroines and their master. As the cat burglar Esha, Barbie had once considered Got Gal and Ms. Americana her enemies. Now, they remained on opposite sides of the fight; the two heroines had surrendered to lives of servitude, while she wanted to keep her freedom.

From out of the kitchen, three unglamorous-looking men emerged carrying lighting equipment and cameras. As they began setting up, Barbie realized the living room of her sleek, modernist home was being transformed into a set. She shivered in fear. 

"I'm quite fascinated by you, Miss Cummings," Mind Fuck said, circling her. "Out of all the Aphrodites in this town, you're the only one who actually chose to use your looks, not your brains, to get ahead in life. Sure, you masquerade in the night as Esha the thief, but in the daytime you make your money by posing for a camera. So other people can look at you, at your perfect body..."

He ran a hand across her bare shoulders. Barbie wore a black, strapless dress that she was now entirely self-conscious about. She realized it came up too far on her thighs, exposing her long legs, and was cut too low in the front, showcasing her fantastic cleavage. She stayed silent as Mind Fuck talked and the other men set up their cameras.

"I mean, we all know Aphrodites are sexually repressed, but you... You're positively asking for it. How many male fans in the world do you have? How many men have jacked off to pictures they found of you on the Internet or in magazines... How many boys do you think had their first cum while they looked at a picture of you in a bikini or your underwear?"

Barbie kept her eyes on the floor, avoiding the gazes of Mind Fuck and his two superheroine slaves. Her mind drifted to Summer Morgan and her college friends, all of whom had disappeared just a day before. They had fallen so easily, and now their new master had come for her. His words drove into her brain, and she couldn't help imagining some young teenager drooling over her image, jacking himself...

"Do you think about that when you're on a shoot, Barbie? Do you puff your lips and imagine them around a big cock? Do you push your tits together and imagine someone thrusting into your bosom, painting you with his wad?"

"Shut up," Barbie murmured. "Shut up, you don't know anything about me..."

"That's where you're wrong, Esha," he replied. "I know everything about you. I can read your mind like a book. And I know exactly how bad you want it."

His hand was at her chin, lifting her face so she could not escape his gaze. Tears welled in her eyes as he stared into her. 

"You pose for your modeling gigs and you hope people notice you," he intoned. "You hope they want to fuck you. You desperately want them to want you. But you can never give yourself to any man. That's your curse. And I'm here to tell you it means nothing. Because I promise you, by the end of this night... you will give yourself to me."

He released her and stepped away. The cameras began rolling and suddenly Barbie found herself at the center of the attention. All eyes were on her, even the electronic eyes of the cameras. 

"You're going to strip and pose for me, Miss Cummings," Mind Fuck said confidently. "We're going to do one last photo shoot. You'll do everything I say, or I will destroy your mind as I did to your little friend."

"Fuck you," she spat in a sudden show of resistance. "I'll never be your slave, you disgusting pervert!"

Suddenly, a white-hot lance of pain shot through Barbie Cummings' head and she collapsed instantly to the floor, screaming. 

"I've just erased from your brain every bit of information you learned in grade school, Barbie," Mind Fuck said nonchalantly. "Resist me again and I will do more. You know I'm not bluffing."

Barbie wheezed and gasped as the pain in her head became a dull ache. She tried to remember something from grade school, but found she could not. History lessons, math, even teachers' names and faces. She couldn't even remember where she went to school. It was then that she decided she'd better do as Mind Fuck asked.

"What... what would you have me do?" she asked, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"You can start with the dress," Mind Fuck said, smiling. She looked up at him and noticed that his massive tool was starting to rise and harden. Bitterly, she grabbed the front of her black dress and pulled it down, exposing herself. She wore a simple, strapless bra that held up her two magnificent orbs, and as she shimmied out of the dress, kicking off her high heels, she revealed her matching panties. 

Mind Fuck smiled as the supermodel uncovered her beautiful before him. He handed a digital camera to Ms. Americana. In addition to the film cameras taping the entire experience, Esha's old adversary now began taking photos of her own. 

"Pose for us," Mind Fuck said simply. "Against the fireplace."

Barbie had no choice but to crawl over to her fireplace and lean her back against the cool brick surface, thrusting her chest out, casting a hateful glance into the camera as Ms. Americana snapped away.

"Push your titties together," Ms. Americana said hotly as she got in close. "Purse your lips. That's it. That's it..."

Barbie complied begrudgingly, trying to make herself more attractive more the camera. 

"Hmm," the caped man said, smile growing ever wider. "You're hot. I'll give you that. Your hair, your face, your stomach... it's all great. But you know what always annoyed me about your photo shoots? You never went topless. We never saw any nipple. Let's fix that."

"Listen," Barbie said to him desperately, hoping for any kind of mercy. "If you want to fuck me, that's fine, we can do that. Just... I don't want to be a slave. I'm... happy the way I am."

Mind Fuck's smile became a scowl. Barbie realized she'd made him mad again. Another shard of pain shot through her head and she cried out, barely aware that Ms. Americana was still taking her picture as she screamed.

"You've forgotten your parents' names now, Barbie. You've forgotten everything about your childhood. I can take it all away from you, understand? I can take everything away, reshape you, turn you into anything I want. It's easy."

Barbie began to cry, more tears coming as she hung her head and sobbed. It was true - she couldn't remember her parents. It was all gone. 

"You say you like the way you are?" he asked angrily. "An over-sexed model who spends her free time playing dress-up with the other heroines? Do you really feel happy?"

"Yes!" she cried through tears.

"No," he replied. "Tell me something, Barbie. How badly do you want my cock right now? Has it crossed your mind? Have you thought about it inside you?"

"Yes, of course," she admitted, wiping her nose and staring at the ground. "Of course I want it."

"But you can't have it. You deny yourself that. Is that what you call a happy life?"

When she didn't respond, Mind Fuck stepped forward and lifted his cock, smearing it over her lips and cheeks. She struggled and turned her face away, and he relented. Ms. Americana got it all on her camera. From off-camera, Got Gal let out an excited guffaw. Barbie only sobbed as she licked up the juices Mind Fuck had managed to leave on her face.

"It tastes good, doesn't it," Got Gal said. Barbie wouldn't respond.

"You want more of it," Mind Fuck said to the model. "You always will. Don't try to deny it. I will give you this cock right now, happily. Or... you can take off your bra and pose some more."

"Fuck you," Barbie said after a moment, looking up at him in defiance as she tore off her bra in one motion. Her tits spilled out into the light and Ms. Americana's shutter went crazy. 

"Hold them, Barbie," the debauched heroine said as she zoomed in on the two beautiful breasts. "Hold them for me. Hold them up for the camera. Show them to us. Okay, now squeeze them. Pinch them. Push them together. That's it, God that's hot... Okay, now lick your nipples. Lick yourself, Barbie. Suck on your tits for me."

"You're sick," the model said as she did what she was told. 

"Get on all fours," Ms. Americana said, not responding to her former enemy's insult. "Squeeze your tits between your arms. Look at me. Look at the camera. Okay, now turn around. Show us your ass. Look over your shoulder at me. Toss your hair a little... that's it. That's it."

Mind Fuck stood beside them, smiling as he masturbated openly above Barbie's head. The model admitted to herself that it did feel natural to taste his juices, but she couldn't let him know that. She had to fight. 

"Your panties now," Mind Fuck growled. "Get rid of them."

For all her defiant attitude, Barbie quickly did this, rolling her panties down over her ankles and exposing her glistening pussy to the room. She burned with shame as it became apparent that she was aroused by everything that was happening. It seemed to be no surprise to them, though.

"Spread your legs," Ms. Americana said, lost in her work.  "Show us that snatch. That's right. Put your fingers on it. It feels good, doesn't it? Pinch your clit. Rub it."

Barbie whimpered as her enemy commanded her to masturbate. She began to rub herself freely, shutting her eyes in rapture. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't deny the pleasure she was giving herself. Ms. Americana took more and more photos. With her eyes shut, the model could only judge where the camera was from the sound of the shutter closing - sometimes it was near her pussy, sometimes by her tits, sometimes close to her face. It bothered her less and less.

"Soon these photos will go public," Mind Fuck said. She could hear the sound of him masturbating as he talked. "And all those photo-shoots you did in your long, illustrious career... all of them will mean nothing. Because finally, you'll be seen for what you truly are: a sex-starved slut."

"You... don't... know... me," Barbie wheezed as her own fingers on her clit began to drive her towards orgasm. But she was silenced as Mind Fuck again moved his cock towards her face, rubbing it up and down her cheeks, over her forehead, down her nose. All of it was captured by the men filming and Ms. Americana's itchy shutter finger. And then, finally, his cock moved down to her mouth once again and she opened wide, allowing him to push past her thick red lips and into her wet warmth. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned as the taste of his meat filled her mouth. His cockhead rested on her tongue and she simply drank down the pre-cum he allowed to spill down her throat. With every drop, her resistance faded. She slurped around his length, her own fingers still feverishly rubbing her pussy as her free hand came up to cradle his balls. When he pulled out she mewled sadly, looking up at him with doe eyes. A few strands of spit still connected her lips to his engorged member.

"Now, tell me what you are," Mind Fuck said to her.

"I'm a whore," she admitted quietly.

"Louder," he said. "Your audience can't hear you."

"I'm a fucking whore!"

"Why did you go into modeling?" he asked. 

"I wanted boys to like me," she said. "I wanted... them to fuck me."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem in the future," he smiled. "Men all over the world are going to see these photos, this video. They want you, just as you want them. You'll be fucked a lot from now on. I promise."

She shivered, dark thoughts rushing through her mind as she began to release the hold she'd kept on her old life. 

"I want you to fuck me," she said slowly, forming each word with care. "I want your cock."

"I know," Mind Fuck said simply, and pushed her onto her back, kneeling between her spread legs. Barbie hissed in lust as he prepared to take her. When he finally pressed his cock into her soft, wet snatch, the pleasure was enough to make her scream aloud. She thrashed on the floor, beating the ground with her fists. Ms. Americana took more pictures.

They fucked frenziedly, angrily. Barbie cursed at him as he bucked against her willing body, squealed in pleasure when he reached down to take hold of her massive tits. Her body rolled with him and she realized how happy she was as they approached a zenith. 

"When you come," Mind Fuck grunted as he thrust into her, "I'm going to erase the rest of your memory as well. Everything unnecessary up until this moment. You'll still be able to speak, to think, but you won't remember a life before this one. You won't remember a time when you weren't my slave."

"Fine, whatever," she shot back. "Just let me cum! Just make me cum, Master!"

At last he gave a final thrust and shot rope after rope of his cum into her, triggering her own sympathetic climax. Her body shook and she howled as waves of pleasure rolled through her, and then suddenly her brain exploded in a fireworks display of ecstasy and agony as he entire life was erased in one glorious moment. Barbara Cummings, no longer Esha or the supermodel, only Barbie the slave-slut, let out a stream of incoherent gibberish as her mind was wiped clean. Her eyes rolled back as pleasure flowed through her body and eventually, she passed out from a sheer overload of sensation. Drool escaped her open mouth and she lay still but for the heaving of her chest as Mind Fuck pulled out of her. When she eventually woke up, she would be nothing but a slut. For life.

"Another sheep joins the fold," Ms. Americana said amusedly, taking her last photo of the defeated Barbie. 

To be Continued

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