DELTA NIGHTS 02: 

ST. PATRICK'S DAY

by Pegasus

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS. Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Lydia Wills/Flag Girl, and Tanya O'Donnel/Got Gal are the creations of Mr. X. 

Ms. Americana and her sidekick Flag Girl have been defeated, enslaved by the menacing young psychic villain Mind Fuck, aka Noah Vale. Now obsessed with dominating the heroines of Delta City and gaining power over the entire town, he moves to the number-two heroine in town, the majestic Got Gal. 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.

***

The first thing Taya O'Donnel noticed about Senator Noah Vale was his scent. Sure, he wore the usual cologne she would expect from a man of his stature, but when he came out of the dressing room to greet her before they sat down for his interview, she noticed another, deeper scent, almost imperceptible. Something heavy and musky. It reminded her of sex, but she told herself that was just her imagination playing tricks as they shook hands.

Tanya was an Aphrodite female, one of a few women per million born with a mutation that gifted them with powers far beyond those of mortal women. The gene these women shared gave them peak physical abilities, but at the same time made them vulnerable to seduction like no other women who had ever existed. Their shapely figures and attractive features made them ideal mates on an instinctual level, and they were many times more susceptible to male pheromones than regular females. It was for this reason that Tanya's thoughts usually drifted towards sex upon meeting a man for the first time. As always, she shook these thoughts from her head as they sat down facing each other under studio lights, but she could not help appraising the young senator's appearance.

Noah Vale was 26, the youngest serving state senator in their state's history, and it showed in his boyish looks and plain frame. He had wavy brown hair and deep brown eyes, a slightly large nose and an easy smile, and the reporter noted that she was immediately comfortable talking to him. The interview began and everything around them seemed to fade away - the lights, the cameras, the producers and assistants. It was just the two of them.

"Let's get started," she said.

***

"Let's get started," Ms. Americana smiled, kneeling on a desk, naked, before more than a dozen hulking men who were eyeing her body like predators. They moved in on all sides around the ex-heroine, opening their pants one by one until she was greeted by a sea of smiling faces and hardening cock meat. Behind the advancing group, out of her field of vision, Ms. Americana knew that her sidekick, her young ward Lydia Willis, was being passionately fucked by the same kind of men, but it did not bother her. In fact, it contented her. These were not high class men or rich men, but they were the henchmen of her new master, Noah Vale. And she wouldn't refuse them. 

A broad-shouldered man with a shaved head was closest to her, masturbating out in the open like his comrades. Her eyes were drawn to his dick, the center of the new world she now inhabited. Suddenly her mouth was watering, her brain telling her that survival depended on getting a taste of him. 

The men watched as this insanely voluptuous woman, the match of any supermodel or beauty queen they'd every seen in their lives, reached over to their friend and joined in pumping on his cock. He had said nothing to compel her - he was just the closest of any of them. The raven-haired beauty's face was twisted into a determined expression as she jacked him, the corners of her lips upturned slightly, eyes locked on his erection and her own hands now running up and down its length. The lucky man let her do all the work, using his free hands to brush the thick, black hair out her eyes in order to study her features as she pleased him.

Like his friends, he had never seen a woman so beautiful naked in the flesh before. From her dark eyebrows to her brilliant blue eyes to her cute nose and luscious red lips, down to her massive bare breasts squeezed so enticingly between her arms, to her thin waist, wide hips, black-furred pussy and long, white legs, she was perfection given form. And her hands were on his cock.

"You like this?" she breathed. His grunt of approval was enough to urge her onwards, and she turned to address the group, continuing her jacking motion, pulling him towards her. "Who else wants a piece?"

***

"Senator Vale, thank you for taking the time to talk with us," Tanya O'Donnel smiled, tossing her head slightly to one side, flicking her long, straight, shimmering blonde hair over her shoulder in a wave. She noted the senator's reaction, slight as it was - his cheeks flushed a bit and his eyes darted nervously to one side for a moment before returning. She enjoyed this aspect of her life - watching men squirm. She was irresistible to them, she knew that - her long, perfect legs and impressive bust, hidden behind a yellow power suit, had the ability to render men defenseless. Her tanned, toned body and her piercing green eyes made her the perfect investigative journalist when it came to interviewing men - she could get them to say anything she wanted.

"Oh, thank you, Tanya," Vale smiled back. "I appreciate the opportunity you've given me to get my voice heard."

She crossed her legs in front of her before continuing, noting Vale's slightly distracted glance at the hemline of her skirt, which descended to just above her knees.

"Well, you've certainly stirred up some controversy lately," Tanya said. "A lot of folks are looking for an explanation out of you."

"You're referring to LB244, the bill I proposed to legalize prostitution in the state," he nodded, his earlier friendly and slightly nervous attitude shifting quickly to a more serious tone.

"Of course," Tanya replied. "Could you explain some of the logic behind the writing of LB244?"

"I'd be happy to. Ah, as you're no doubt aware, Delta City is in the middle of a serious crime wave right now. But this is no short-term trend. The violent crime and drug trafficking driving the administration and the people of this city insane is a byproduct of its determination in making some activities illegal."

"You're speaking of the Prohibition effect," she said, nodding. "You're saying that the banning of something like prostitution will only lead to the proliferation of other illegal activities, that the crime wave is symptomatic of a larger trend."

Noah Vale nodded and Tanya could tell he was a little impressed by her fast knowledge on the subject. She smiled inwardly at his predictable reaction; most men and many women too often doubted her intellect in the face of her unquestionable beauty.

"That's exactly right, Tanya. It's the same thing we saw in this country under the prohibition of alcohol - organized crime goes up and law enforcement, be it local, federal, or vigilante, can do nothing to stem the surge of crime."

"So your solution is to simply legalize prostitution, and in that way all social ills will disappear?"

"Look," he said, leaning forward. "I don't expect a quick fix to this city's problems, and neither should you. Neither should anybody."

"And you're aware that you're being branded a radical, a socialist?"

"Any state-run system is going to upset some people. But I think people are tired of old, failed ideas. I think we all know it's time for new ones, and I think we'll see that in the coming months as LB244 is debated."

Tanya felt her frustration and anger with this man building. Like most women in her position, she had been enraged when, just a day before, news of Vale's proposal had surfaced in the papers. In her secret identity as the heroine Got Gal, Tanya O'Donnel had fought crime and prostitution for years now and had trouble trusting Vale. She couldn't see him as anything but another man. 

***

Another of Vale's henchmen approached, and before Ms. Americana had time to really react, he grabbed her head from behind and brought her close for a burning kiss, to which she submitted willingly. Locked together at the mouth, the two of them descended to the desk top, the heroine on her back below the man's bulk even as her hand continued its diligent masturbating action on the first lackey. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself, letting her lips move of their own accord, her tongue diving into his mouth to meet his own. Her hips rose and ground themselves onto his leg, and she could feel his hardened length rubbing against her thigh. 

Suddenly she felt hands on her breasts. First two, then maybe three or four, then more as the crowd converged. She writhed in pleasure as her body was molested, grunting in approval at the squeezing, pinching, caressing of her flesh. She began to feel what were recognizably slimy cockheads moving over her skin and shuddered in lust at the thought of this much cock around her. She was mad with lust, her hunger for cock growing by the second. She needed it on her, in her.

For a moment she opened her eyes and regarded the men touching her with either their hands or their genitals, and her mind drew back to consider her situation. Only a week ago, everything had been normal in her life. But thanks to the plotting of the Senator Noah Vale, who had marauded as the villainous Mind Fuck, she now had a new definition of "normal," and it involved a lot of fucking. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a view of the camera which had been set up before she arrived at the pornography studio where she was now about to be gang-banged, and wondered if it was running. She sure as hell hoped it was.

She felt an especially thick penis rubbing on her shoulder and blindly groped for it, finally wrapping her fingers around its base and beginning a slow, methodical masturbation. She was a little amazed at its thickness and explored the veins and the edge of the glans with zest. Finally the man who had been kissing her pulled away from her prone body, looking down on the heroine-turned-slut as she jacked off two of his buddies and was in turn molested by the group. She looked up at him as he fumbled with his pants and grinned.

"What are you waiting for, big boy?" she beamed. "Get that big angry cock inside me now!"

***

"Mr. Vale, some pretty heavy criticism has already been leveled at your proposed bill," Tanya said, looking down at her notes. "It's been pointed out that you in fact do not hail from Delta City, and some have said that your understanding of our problems cannot be complete."

Noah sat back in his chair, sighing.

"Ridiculous," he said plainly. "It's preposterous to assert that I somehow have a lesser knowledge of the justice system and social trends simply because I'm from another town. Okay, yes, I'm originally from a suburb of Omega City upstate. As you know, Omega has had notably lower crime stats in the last fifteen years. Some attribute this to the demographics - Omega has a much lower minority population. But there's also the presence of... shall we say costumed vigilantes to be considered."

"But there are no heroes of any sort in Omega City," Tanya said, curious.

"I'd rephrase that, if I were you," Noah said. "Omega is full of heroes - working class men and women, police, firefighters, civil servants... It just lacks any garishly attired vigilantes."

"Are you implying that the presence of heroines in Delta City is in any way responsible for its higher crime statistics, Senator Vale?"

"I'm simply stating facts," he said with a level gaze. "Omega City has been without a costumed vigilante in the streets for close to ten years now."

"You were still a teenager when the Omega heroines left the public eye," she said. "Do you have any significant memory of what the city was like when they were around?"

"Oh sure, I remember all of them," he said. "There was Omega Woman, Miss Misdemeanor, Jenny Justice, Titania, Iron Maiden, Inferna, Destructionista... Of course I was only about fifteen when they all... disappeared, but I can't say in good conscience that their absence is hurting Omega City. The city I remember from my youth was full of violence - super villains in the streets, the drug trade going on uninhibited.... That's all different now."

"So are you endorsing a ban on super heroines?" Tanya asked incredulously.

"Oh no, not at all," he said hurriedly. "No, I have to reiterate - making things illegal is not the solution. I don't believe it's the solution to the prostitution problem, or the drug problem. I believe our government is capable enough to fix these social ills with proactive measures, as long as we have the stomach to do it. In the future I envision, we won't need vigilantes anymore. And then all the heroines in Delta City like Ms. Americana and Got Gal can retire just as I assume the heroines in Omega did a decade ago."

Tanya O'Donnel did her best not to snap the pencil in her hand. She couldn't believe the audacity of this man. What did he know about crime, about justice, about social ills? She wished he wasn't so damn charming and earnest - it made it harder to hate him.

"Listen," Noah said softly, leaning towards her, on the edge of his seat. "I know I'm going to have enemies and people who don't agree with me. I know a lot of the people watching this interview are going to have a hard time taking my words to heart. But you have to believe me: I care about this city, just as I care about this whole state, this whole country. It tears me up inside to see it crippled by crime, poverty, and injustice. If I could go out there and fight crime on the streets with my bare hands, I would. But I wasn't born with super powers, so I did the next best thing I could - I got elected to congress. Now I'm in a position to make real change, and that's what I have to do. Before it's too late. I hope the people can stand behind me on that."

Tanya was taken aback by the senator's frankness, and they sat in silence for a few moments as his words sank in. They locked eyes, and she saw in him a tremendous honesty and goodness she hadn't recognized before.

"Please," he said, before she could ask another question. "I'm only trying to help."

***

The henchman grabbed Ms. Americana's hips roughly, kneeling between her legs and raising her hips to his naked crotch. Her vagina was soaking wet and ready for him, and he slipped in to her with an ease he would never have imagined. His eyes were trained on her face, which twitched in sheer pleasure as he filled her, squeezing his last few inches in until he was up to the hilt. Her warmth consumed him, her quivering cunt squeezing his cock and pleasing him before he even began thrusting. 

"Hhoooonnnhhh," Ms. Americana breathed, obviously even more pleased by their joining of organs. Her hips gyrated on his, long legs alternating between stretching wide and wrapping around his back. He reared back and began a slow fucking motion, getting another gasp out of the fallen heroine below him. She breathed heavily with his every motion, mouth wide. 

That apparently gave the other men ideas, and one reached forward and grasped a handful of her rich black hair, roughly pulling her towards the edge of the long desk. She moved with him and the man fucking her moved as well, unwilling to have her taken from him at this moment. The goon who had pulled her by the hair brought her head over the edge of the desk until she was looking up at him, his face and body obscured by a view from below of his rigid cock. Finally she got the idea and her tongue leaped up to lick the cockhead. The man held her head by the sides and guided his shaft into her mouth with no resistance from the once chaste heroine, enjoying the instant oral attention she paid to him. Her tongue was all over his penis, pulling it towards the back of her throat.

Ms. Americana was in heaven. She literally could see no way to make her life better at the moment - a man in her mouth, a man in her pussy, two men in her hands - she was a living, breathing fucktoy. She had found her destiny, the ultimate point of her life. This is what it feels like to reach completion, she realized as the man in her cunt began thrusting into her powerfully. She slurped around the length in her throat and let it happen.

***

"We've talked about your enemies," Tanya said, turning the page in her notes and shifting in her seat. Noah leaned back, having made his point, and crossed his hands in his lap. Tanya's eyes darted down to his crotch, and for an instant she couldn't help imagining Noah Vale without his clothes on. What kind of cock did a man with so much balls have? She banished this thought from her head as soon as it hit her and proceeded as usual. "But do you have any allies at this point in your campaign to legalize the flesh trade in Delta City?"

"Actually, it's funny you ask that. Even though the proposal was only just made public, I've already had several meetings with Governor Uronner, Mayor Segusi, and I've actually also consulted with your own Ms. Americana."

Tanya hesitated. There was something slightly troubling about the way he said that.

"So you've... expressed your concerns to her in private?"

He smiled pleasantly.

"Yes. I was actually surprised at how quickly Ms. Americana and I came to an understanding. I expected her to be adamantly against me, but as soon as I explained my plans for the city, and the ways I feel we can improve the lives of the... working girls, well, she's on board."

"On board? You... you're saying Ms. Americana has agreed with your proposal?"

"Oh, more than that," he said innocently. "I actually shared with her my concerns about her presence being a possible detrimental factor, and she agreed to step out of the spotlight for the time being. She's suspended her patrols, and I've been told she and Flag Girl have left Delta City for a while, with a promise to return if they are needed."

***

Ms. Americana was consumed by the feeling of being fucked from both ends. There was no world outside of the room for her, no feeling besides pleasure. She rocked back and forth, every thrust in her cunt sending the cock in her mouth further down her gaping throat, the movement sending her massive tits bouncing back and forth on her chest. Suddenly she felt a weight on her body, the weight of a man straddling her stomach, making it hard for her to breathe. She couldn't see who it was; her field of view consisted only of the testicles hanging in front of her eyes. She considered complaining that she couldn't breathe from the weight, but then she felt hands mash her tits together and a cock slide into the cleavage, and she knew it would be alright. The pleasure to be gained and given by a proper tit-fucking was the most important thing to her.

All their bodies moved as one as Ms. Americana let herself be used. She was experiencing pure bliss, the kind she had dreamed of since puberty. All she had had to do to achieve it was abandon her identity and submit to a life as a whore. It was worth it. It was so worth it.

She heard a gasp of joy from above her and knew instinctively that someone was about to come, but it was not until she felt the pulse in her hand that she knew exactly who. The first man she had begun working was about to burst, so she drew him in closer and led his cock to her mouth, stuffing it in without hesitation and letting it shoot onto the roof of her mouth. She tasted the cum greedily, drinking it down with two cocks filling her mouth. She decided one more could only be an improvement, so she drew the other man she was masturbating to her face and opened as wide as she could, excess jism spilling out of the corners of her lips as she forced a third penis into her mouth. It didn't take long for the men to finish at this rate; more pulses of cum hit the back of her throat, splashing over her gums, rubbing into her cheeks and under her tongue. She just moaned as the men finished in her gaping maw, flooding her with their spunk. She guzzled what she could, letting the rest run down her face as she felt the man in her pussy rear up and slam a final thrust home, beginning to empty his own balls into her.

As the three men in her mouth pulled out and away, rubbing their cum-and-saliva drenched cocks on her face and hair, more moved to replace them and Ms. Americana accepted them without thought. Likewise, as soon as her partner pulled out of her cunt, he had a replacement. With the men willing to just shove themselves into her mouth two or three at a time, it gave her free hands to either jack some other lucky minion or assist in the tit-fucking she was receiving until cum painted her chest and neck. And so the cycle continued, dozens of men coming forward to have their balls drained by the expert slut who had once called herself Brenda Wade, Ms. Americana. 

***

Tanya was dumbstruck.

"So... Ms. Americana... possibly our city's greatest protector... has abandoned us?"

"I wouldn't call it abandonment, Tanya. She's simply willing to accept change and try experimenting with some progressive ideas after years of failing to squash prostitution in Delta City. I expect any other heroine who's willing to sit down and talk with me would come to a similar conclusion."

Tanya didn't know what to think. Though she detected a feeling of superiority radiating off this man, she also got the sense that he was earnest and to be trusted. To be liked. And she did like him, despite herself. She even found herself agreeing to some extent with his theories. And was it true that Ms. Americana, her closest ally in the war on crime, had agreed with him and banished herself from the city?

She had a suspicious feeling that there might be more to Noah Vale than met the eye. But she wasn't prepared at this point to investigate any further. She'd have to call Brenda Wade later to see what was up.

"Senator Vale, I want to thank you for sitting down to talk with us tonight."

"Oh, by all means," he smiled, leaning forward to shake her hand. "Thank you, Ms. O'Donell."

***

And so they parted, leaving Tanya O'Donnel confused, angered, and a little bit scared. The senator had spoken of a future she had no part in - a future where her battles, and the battles of heroines like her, had been won by the system, and she was obsolete. What would become of her if and when that day arrived, she wondered. Would she be content to live out the rest of her life as a civilian? Or would the temptation be too great to don the cape and mask of Got Gal and take to the skies again?

One thing was for sure - Noah Vale was a fascinating man. Though young, he obviously had a grip on affairs and a confidence she found... overwhelming. As he walked away from the set she found herself studying him, wondering about his rear end, hidden by his suit pants. She had to ignore those thoughts yet again, though. There was no room in her life for them. But there was only one way to put sex out of her mind.

Tanya left the studio and walked out onto the street. It was dark, an increasingly chilly February night, and she strode swiftly down the sidewalk towards her car. But before she reached it she turned into an alleyway, disappearing into the shadows, even in her brightly colored yellow suit. The sounds and smells of the city air surrounded her as she backed against the wall of the alley behind a dumpster and began unbuttoning her blouse. Underneath, she wore a white bikini top with gold trim and matching bottoms. From the pockets of her coat she withdrew a few items before shedding the last of her street clothes. First she put on the white domino mask that hid her identity, then matching opera gloves and finally the most important item of all - the Got Emerald, a glittering stone with mystical properties that, in addition to enhancing her already prodigious abilities, gave her the gift of flight. She locked the emerald into place on the clasp of her uniform's top between her two heaving, tanned breasts, sighing as she felt the rush of power flow through her. She stepped away from the alley wall and, with a mere push of her legs, hurled herself into the sky. She was Tanya O'Donnel no more. For now, she had become Got Gal.

The interview with Vale had put Sugar Town in her mind - the den of iniquity that Delta's cops had given up trying to control years ago. Pimps and drug lords had built their own system there, leaving only the city's super heroines to police its streets. As Got Gal banked south and headed toward it, she let her mind drift back to what Vale had said about Ms. Americana. How had Brenda agreed so quickly to his plan, even going so far as to retire herself? She hadn't consulted any other members of their vigilante sorority, at least to her knowledge. 

She wondered if it had anything to do with the orgy that was said to have taken place at Brenda Wade's New Years party. Tanya hadn't been there, as part of a long-standing agreement not to be seen with the other heroines in one place too often, but she'd heard some pretty appalling rumors about the party. Ms. Americana and especially her sidekick Flag Girl had been largely out of commission since then, and the chances were slim that it was a coincidence. Got Gal decided she would try to contact Brenda in the morning to see what was up.

But at the moment she had more pressing concerns to attend to. From below her Got Gal heard a wailing alarm sound. Upon closer inspection she could tell it was emanating from a mom and pop grocery store at the edge of Sugar Town. She couldn't stand the thought of these old stores being terrorized by the kind of lawlessness that Sugar Town produced, but what was there to do? Three masked hoodlums were running from the front of the store, heading down the block towards an idling car, excess cash fluttering out of their pockets. 

Got Gal descended, feet first, from nearly two hundred feet above street level. She braced herself for impact, tucking her arms together and straightening her legs. For a moment the only sound she heard was the loud flapping of her own cape, and then she thundered down on the hood of the idling vehicle, crushing it underfoot and driving the bumper into the pavement, lifting the tail end of the car into the air and sending the driver careening through the windshield. She caught him by the back of his collar then tossed him aside, enjoying the whimper he let out as he slammed helplessly into the side of a building and slid down onto the concrete in a heap.

The three robbers stopped in their tracks, amazed at this show of force. Got Gal climbed down off the smoldering wreckage of their getaway car, cracking her knuckles and approaching them menacingly. Unsure of what to do, they hesitated until she was almost upon them before turning to run. Feeling the power of the Got Emerald flowing through her, Got Gal reached over to uproot a parking meter from the cement and chucked it like a javelin, catching the biggest robber in the back and downing him. His two remaining compatriots turned into a dark alley. 

Got Gal leapt into the air, flying straight up to land gracefully atop the building beside her, then running to the edge to peer down into the alley. There was a chain-link fence towards the end of it. The men had no escape. They dropped what money they had and raced for the fence, hoping to scale it before their pursuer could reach them, casting nervous glances over their shoulders, but they did not look for her in the right direction - up. Again Got Gal descended, feet first, crumpling one robber flat on his face. She kicked him once in the head to make sure he stayed down.

The other robber was beyond hesitating now; he backed against the fence and drew a pistol, firing two quick shots at Got Gal. She leaned to the side and dodged them easily then rushed forward, taking the gun from him and smashing him into the fence over and over until he was unconscious. Then she hefted the two men and carried them out of the alley, picking up their lost loot and returning it to the grocery store from whence it came. She tied the grand total of four apprehended criminals into their getaway car and left its wreckage in the middle of the street. As she took to the air once more and the shouted thanks from the grocery store owners fell behind her, she thought that it had been too easy. She had yet to take out a majority of the frustration she felt after an evening with Junior Senator Noah Vale.

Her thoughts drifted back to him, to his handsome face and sincere attitude. She had expected anything but sincerity out of a male senator proposing an end to the already weak prostitution ban in Delta City, but Noah Vale was what she got. She couldn't help thinking that he was a little cute, so young, so eager to change the world, to make it a better place. She'd had enough of the other kind of male politician in this town - the corrupt and and disgustingly corpulent mayor and the coldhearted governor, the lackadaisical police commissioner and the other grimy congressmen... How refreshing it was to have a man like Noah Vale around.

That said, she couldn't agree with his arguments. To say that heroines like Got Gal and Ms. Americana were potentially detrimental to the peace in Delta City was to ignore irrefutable statistics. Crime had been skyrocketing in the years before Ms. Americana, the first of the costumed vigilantes, had made her appearance. But since the proliferation of the Aphrodite heroines, those numbers had seen a solid decrease year after year. Delta had come a long way, but it still had a long way to go. That much was obvious to Got Gal as she hovered over the Neon Strip, one of Sugar Town's main thoroughfares. The streets were lit entirely by the neon signs in windows of strip clubs and bars. There were few pedestrians, only bouncers lining the streets, posted at their respective doors. In any one of these buildings, Got Gal could be sure there was money being exchanged for sex. But the police force was too weak to do anything about it, and what was worse, they didn't care. 

But the problem was too big for a woman of even Got Gal's immense strength to handle. She moved on, past the Neon Strip, past Hooker's Row where pimps peddled their best products, past the nameless streets where the worse-off prostitutes made their rounds or held corners. Got Gal descended a few times to make sure a straying customer got on his way, ignoring the vicious cat calls and insults thrown her way by the pimps and prostitutes. Patrols like this always made her sad. She'd had luck early on with the robbery, but she didn't find much to do that night besides floating above the buildings and looking down on her city with shame. Towards the end of the night she witnessed an attempted rape and murder close to the docks and took out as much of her frustration as she could upon the offender. He was bloody and broken by the time she took off again into the night sky, ready to head home.

***

When Noah Vale returned to the warehouse which housed his pornography studio, he found most of his men gone for the night, the remaining few dozing around the scene of what had been a very messy orgy. Ms. Americana, his newest slave, was bent over the desk, tits squashed beneath her, face and body decorated with semen. Noah noticed that young Lydia was in a similar state, curled up on the floor, painted with cum. He undid his tie as he walked up to Ms. Americana. Her eyes opened and she smiled up at him through the trails of cum masking her face. 

"Mm, I like your friends," she said softly. 

"I thought you might," he said, chuckling a bit. "I'm heading home for the night. Why don't you and Lydia come with me. You can get yourselves cleaned up, have a shower, and then maybe if you're not too tired...?"

"Oh, I'd love to," she said, rising slowly. Her body ached slightly from the use it had received in the last few hours. "So did you meet Tanya O'Donnel, then, Master?"

"Yes, I did. She interviewed me."

"What did you think of her?"

"She's got fire," he said, shrugging. "I like that - it'll make the experience of breaking her all the more rewarding. She's gorgeous. That hair, those eyes... I don't know if I'll be able to hold back when I finally get a chance to fuck her."

They laughed together, then went to wake up Lydia.

***

More than a month after that night, Tanya O'Donnel spent her St. Patrick's Day alone. Though she was usually one to celebrate her Irish heritage out at a pub like the Brazen Head or the Dubliner on such a night, getting smashed off dark beer and hard liquor, instead she was at the office under a lamp with a single tumbler of Scotch rummaging through tedious corporate documents.

She was reviewing for the hundredth time the papers that officially terminated the contract of former Wade Enterprises Chairman Ira Caull. Caull had resigned in late January and was immediately replaced by current Chairman Walter Komfe, who had overseen the resignation of company President Brenda Wade in February. Tanya had been unaware of Brenda's departure from Wade Enterprises when she learned of Ms. Americana's departure from the city during her interview with Senator Vale. The two events coincided at roughly the same time, perhaps on the same day. 

Wade Enterprises had gone through a house cleaning of sort in late January - a number of board members had resigned, citing their own "unseemly behavior." Caull was one of these. Then Komfe had led the board in a no confidence vote in Brenda Wade, forcing her own resignation on similar grounds. 

For the hundredth time, Tanya leaned back in her chair in frustration, picking up her Scotch and taking a sip as she mulled this over in her head. "Unseemly behavior." That was something she would never expect out of the clean-cut Brenda Wade. That is... unless it was somehow connected to the rumors of an orgy that had taken place at Wade's New Years party. She checked the records. All the board members who had resigned were men, men who would no doubt have been in attendance. A picture of the night began to form in Tanya's head. Perhaps Brenda had had a little bit too much to drink... Perhaps she had slipped up for a moment and the Aphrodite Effect had taken over... It was not hard to imagine, unfortunately. 

Wade Enterprises could of course not afford to have such rumors be connected to the company, so those executives were let go like dead weight. 

So there were two possible explanations for Ms. Americana's disappearance. Either she had organized all of this to make it easy to shed her civilian identity and disappear for the time being... or she had been so crippled by the shame of the scandal that she had bowed to Noah Vale's ideas and ducked out. Either way, it was clear to Tanya that Brenda did agree with Vale. She wondered what had transpired between the two of them. How many times had they met? Why had Brenda never brought him up in conversation, never notified anyone that she was going to be leaving?

Earlier that day, Tanya had driven by Wade Manor, again for the hundredth time it seemed. The gates were locked, just as they had been since Valentine's Day, and the mansion was dark. When she called Brenda's phone yet again, the only response was the cheery voicemail message she was used to hearing by now. There was no way to contact Ms. Americana. Delta's greatest hero had apparently truly left without a trace.

She had a hard time believing Senator Vale that her absence was a good thing, or that there wasn't something suspicious going on. Pushing aside the files on Wade Enterprises, she hefted a few folders onto the table that she had picked up the week before at the county clerk's office. She had before her all the public and private holdings of one Noah Vale. She took a strong pull of booze and refilled her glass before diving into the files. There was a lot of information before her, and a lot of reading to be done before it was over.

She stopped to consider her situation. She sat in a small, darkened room in a corner of the newsroom, which at this time of night was dead. The blinds were drawn, shutting her off from the outside world. That's how she felt frequently nowadays: shut off. She had to admit she'd become fairly obsessed with what she sensed was a massive cover-up. Something was tying Noah Vale and Ms. Americana together beyond what he had admitted publicly in their interview. Though it went against her instincts, she could not trust him at this point. She could not assume he wasn't another vulture, another lecherous male politician out for power. 

She opened a file folder and began examining its contents - information about Vale's apartment in Delta City, about his much larger house upstate, and various other property holdings - a few warehouses in Delta, a condo in New York, a timeshare in Hawai'i. Then she moved on to his business interests. He was deeply involved in his community, both here in Delta and in Omega as well. He funded daycare centers, after school programs, independent bookstores, small camera companies... This wasn't fitting together, Tanya decided, and pushed it away as well. Vale was squeaky clean, as far as she could tell. A young man, an heir to a large fortune, an orphan since a young age, a political genius and business prodigy. Everything about him, from transcripts of his past interviews to his campus involvement in college, told her there was nothing beneath the surface. Squeaky clean.

She took another drink of Scotch, then rummaged around in a box by her feet, pulling out a few smaller files. These few brief pages constituted the entire wealth of information she was able to drudge up from federal, state, and local authorities concerning the long-lost heroines of Omega City. 

They had been a private bunch, that was for sure. They came before Tanya's time, so she had never met any of them, but her own knowledge of the heroines was about on par with everything the FBI had been able to discern. Nothing was known about most of the heroines - where they had come from, how they had gotten their powers, what their real names were, and of course the biggest mystery of all: where they had all gone.

She flipped through their profiles, which were filled with fuzzy amateur photos of the heroines in action. Tanya checked her own file from time to time, and it looked a lot like this. She was careful with her identity, which had thankfully never been spoiled on the few occasions when she'd been captured by a villain. From the looks of things, the Omega heroines had been Aphrodite women just like Tanya. She imagined they'd had the same weaknesses as her, the same kind of adventures. They were the most powerful crimefighting force in the state. And then, in a period of a little under a year, they disappeared. Every single one. It gave her chills to think about it.

Turning away from the useless heroine fact sheets, she picked up a remote control and flipped on the small TV in the room with her. A news program came on, a local issues debate show. And what were they debating tonight? Nothing other than LB244, which was gaining momentum in the legislature. It was expected to pass in the Senate in a few weeks, to the continued horror of Tanya O'Donnel. 

"I just can't understand how you're behind LB244," said the female host of the show to her male co-host, shaking her head in amazement. "I mean, you've supported some radical nonsense in your time, but this..."

"I'm sorry," her co-host said in a mocking tone. "The last time I checked, the most radical nonsense I saw was record violent crime in Delta City and an administration unable to control entire portions of the city! How, and I ask you this seriously, can we do any worse?"

"We are winning the war on crime, on drugs, and on prostitution. That's just fact. We have warriors on our side, brave women like Got Gal, Lady Midnight, Power Lass..."

"I notice Ms. Americana is absent from your little super-heroine roll call. She saw the light, I guess."

The woman blushed, fuming at his point. He went on.

"And if you call a bloated budget, failing policies, and vigilante justice 'winning the war,' then I guess I'll have to concede to you on that. But I think it's time our government took a little responsibility for our problems, stepped up and did something. That's why I support LB244."

His co-host was speechless. Tanya was too. So she simply turned the TV off again, frustrated by this brief peek into the outside world, a world going crazy around her. She hurled the remote at the wall and looked down at the files on the Omega heroines once again. There she sat, staring blankly at pages and pages of meaningless, useless information. 

She picked up the file sheet on Omega Woman, who had once been the symbol of justice her city had adored. Tanya thought of Brenda. And then, suddenly, she had an idea.

***

The next day, battling an incurable hangover, Tanya drove uptown to the City Library and Archives and started going through old newspapers. She started with the Omega City Chronicle and backtracked ten years, searching for her quarry: the last known appearance of Omega Woman. 

The Chronicle had been full of articles about superheroines back in the day. The city had been full of them, the streets alive with brave women stopping crime. A thought occurred to Tanya as she skimmed the headlines - why were there almost never any male superheroes? 

Soon she noticed a thinning of coverage of the superheroine population as they dropped from the headlines. There were no stories of their defeat or their public retirements - they simply disappeared. Tanya felt a chill as she considered this. Ms. Americana had disappeared completely, just like those Omega heroines had a decade before. Who... what was behind this?

After hours of close reading, Tanya decided she had truly found the last story about Omega Woman. It was nothing grand - it didn't even make the front page or have a photo to accompany it. There was simply a brief story about a battle which had taken place in downtown between Omega Woman... and one of her superheroine colleagues. Again, Tanya felt a chill. Not only had the heroines disappeared; they had been turned against each other. Tanya shook her head and read the article again and again, but there was not much information to be gleaned. It only stated that a swift and savage battle between Omega Woman and fellow heroine Titania had ripped up about two city blocks. There were no casualties, but neither of the heroines had been seen since and the police had yet to make a comment. At the end of the article, the writer noted that Titania had been conspicuously out of the news for weeks beforehand.

Tanya sighed and went through the next day's paper, then the next day's and the next day's. Almost a week after the Titania/Omega Woman battle, she found the story she had truly been looking for.

Again, it was just a brief, nothing really noteworthy to even the most attentive reader, but it was just the puzzle piece Tanya was looking for. It was not in the news section but in the business section of the paper, and the headline read: "Drake to leave company at end of month." The first lines of the story were:

"Drake Industries President Kameron Drake announced Friday she will be resigning from her post effective immediately, handing over the reigns of her own multi-national corporation to Drake Industries board chairman..."

Alongside the story was a small photo of Kameron Drake, the beautiful former astronaut who had founded her own company in order to further research space flight. Tanya took one look at Drake and knew - she didn't even need to get out the file on Omega Woman and compare their likenesses - Kameron Drake and Omega Woman had both disappeared from the public eye within a week of each other. Because they were one and the same.

Sitting back, Tanya considered the evidence. Obviously something had manipulated these heroines into retiring and fighting each other. She couldn't know who, but for the first time since her investigation began, she had a lead.

She wasn't sure where to begin, though. How could she contact a woman who had purposefully disappeared over ten years ago? Tanya decided there was only one place to look - the Internet. She brought up a search engine on one of the library's computers, and after a moment's hesitation, she typed in Kameron Drake's name. Shrugging, she hit Enter and waited. It did not take long.

The only professional results she could find were old - a decade old, in fact. Ms. Drake had apparently succeeded in disappearing from view; no one had seen or written about her in ten years. If not for the proof sitting in front of her, Tanya would not have a hard time believing Kameron Drake, and indeed Omega Woman, had never even existed. The only helpful result was a listing for a woman named Kameron Drake who was living in Delta City currently. Tanya crossed her arms and stared at the address and phone number listing. What was she doing in Delta? Was it really even her, or just a coincidental name? Tanya decided to write down the name, address and number before she left, and by the time she got to her car the curiosity had overtaken her. She flipped open her cell phone and dialed, sitting silently in her car as it rang.

She caught her breath as there was a click on the other end of the line, and then a strong, feminine voice: "Hello?"

Tanya was dumbstruck. "Uh... Ms. Kameron Drake?"

"Yes."

"Kameron Drake of... formerly of Drake Industries?"

Tanya bit her lip as she was met with a long silence. And then:

"Who's calling, please?"

"Ms. Drake, I think we'd better meet," Tanya said.

***

Kameron Drake was a beautiful, if tired-looking, woman. At age 40, her body had retained most of its youthful appearance - under the silk robe she wore, Tanya could see her flaring hips in contrast with her thin waist, and her voluminous breasts. She had the body of an Aphrodite Woman, that was certain. In fact, she reminded Tanya of herself to an incredible degree - they shared the same heavily tanned skin, the same sharp features and piercing eyes, the only real difference being Kameron's chestnut brown hair.

"You must be Ms. O'Donnel," Kameron said, standing with one hand on her hip in the doorway of her trailer. She lived there, and apparently had lived their for close to ten years now, in a trailer park just north of Delta City. Through the shear silk robe, Tanya could see the outlines of the lace of her bra and panties, and found herself in awe of this specimen of womanhood. She was gorgeous, but she had a look in her eyes that told Tanya she had seen a lot in her life. Her make-up was heavy, blush brightening her cheeks and lipstick keeping her full lips glossy and red, mascara lining those tired eyes.

"Yes, and you can call me Tanya," the reporter replied, stepping forward to shake hands with this dark reflection of herself. She got a chill as she touched Kameron's hand and stepped inside the dimly lit trailer. 

"You can have a seat there on the couch, I'm just brewing some coffee in the kitchen," Kameron said, leaving Tanya to do just that. When she returned with two steaming mugs of coffee and a pleasant smile on her face, Tanya felt some of her uneasiness slide away.

"Now," her hostess said, sitting in a recliner opposite Tanya, "just what can I do for you today? You didn't really explain much on the phone."

"Well, Ms. Drake--"

"Oh, if I'm callin' you Tanya, you better just go ahead and call me Kameron," she interrupted. 

"Okay then, Kameron... Right now I'm working on a story about the disappearance of the heroine, Ms. Americana."

"We've never met, I'm afraid to say. I can't tell you too much about her."

"That's alright. I was more interested to get a side of your own story."

"My own story? What do you mean, exactly?"

Tanya leaned forward, trying to assert herself without being imposing.

"You used to be the heroine known as Omega Woman, correct?"

Kameron, who had been lifting her cup of coffee to drink, froze. Her eyes suddenly blazed with passion, which she did her best to hide. She began to stutter out a response, but Tanya cut her off.

"It's okay, you don't have to give me an excuse. I've read your background, about your time as an astronaut and at the head of Drake Industries. With hindsight, it's not difficult to make the connection. Your secret is safe with me."

Kameron nodded slowly.

"But I have a feeling your retirement and Ms. Americana's disappearance are connected. I have to know why you decided to call it quits, and what you've been doing for the past ten years."

Kameron sighed and set her mug down on the coffee table between them, then sat back and settled into her recliner. The front of her robe was open practically to her navel, making the jiggling of her breasts distracting even to Tanya. 

"I suppose... there's no harm in telling you now," she said, and Tanya reached into her purse to get out a tape recorder, which she set on the table. Inside her head she was celebrating this small victory. She was one step closer to unraveling this mystery. But she had a bad feeling about where it was going. Now it was time to let Kameron Drake tell her story.

"Ten years ago, I was living a very different life than I am today. I was a scientist, an astronaut, a successful businesswoman, a role model... and yes, I patrolled my city as its champion heroine, Omega Woman. Those days seem so far away now..."

Tanya sat back, eyes glued to her interviewee attentively. Kameron continued.

"There were a lot of us then, superheroines. We had a kind of sorority, a sisterhood, a league. We knew we were more powerful together than alone. But it all started to fall apart after Jenny Justice disappeared."

"Jenny Justice?"

"Yes, she was the youngest of us, just a teenager really. She was either in her last year of high school or her first year of college then, I can't remember. Either way, someone that young usually got assigned to one of the older heroines, like me or Iron Maiden, but Jenny had a spark that convinced us she could go it alone. She was young, an idealist, spunky, beautiful... We were all so worried when she disappeared. 

"At first we thought she was taking a break, focusing on school or something like that. But when no one could get even contact her, we started to panic a little bit. You see, Omega then was a lot like Delta is now. There was so much crime, the drug trade, the flesh trade... It wouldn't be the first time one of had been captured by some street pimp or pusher. But days turned into weeks and still there was no word from Jenny. We turned that city upside down looking for her - turned out every brothel and strip club. Nothing. Then things got even worse when we lost touch with Titania too.

"Titania was... Well, she was breathtaking. She was so beautiful, sometimes you would swear she was glowing. She was this symbol to all of us, a symbol of things good and pure. So you can imagine how worried we all were when she disappeared along with Jenny. And then the rumors started."

"Rumors?"

"Yeah, it was soon after Titania went missing that we started to hear rumors out of our street contacts. People had heard things, heard that the two disappearances were connected, that maybe one guy was responsible, but no one knew anything for certain. And again, there was nothing we could do. And one by one, our sisterhood fell apart. I think Iron Maiden was next, which was a real shock because I always figured she was the strongest of all of us. But that didn't seem to matter. One day she was there, the next... Poof! Gone. Without a trace."

"And then...?"

"And then... Then he got me too."

"He?"

"Yes. I'll explain. By that point we were all getting frantic, calling each other every day, teaming up more often. There were really only three of us left: Destructionista, Inferna, and me. I was on the trail of this gang, this Mexican gang, which I thought might have had something to do with the disappearance of Miss Misdemeanor. Of course, when I broke them all up, no one knew anything. It was so frustrating. 

"And then... it all happened so fast. One day I came home to find a package waiting for me. Inside was a VHS tape, sent to me anonymously. When I played the tape, I was... well, I guess I was shocked, and horrified, to find out what it was."

Kameron reached into a pocket of her robe and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which she tapped against the heel of her palm before removing one long, thin paper stick. She offered one to Tanya, who declined. Kameron lit up.

"What was it?" Tanya asked, voice low, tense with anticipation.

"It was a porno tape," Kameron replied as she let out a puff of smoke. Tanya's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as Kameron continued. "It was nothing special, just a few men jerking themselves off onto some girl's face, but what was most disturbing was that young girl's identity. It was Jenny Justice."

Tanya shook with dread at these words.

"Jenny had always been such a nice girl, so pure and noble... but it was a changed girl I saw being used on that tape. And at the end, after all the mess was over with, Jenny looked right at the camera and told me I was next. I'd never been so horrified, so angry, so frustrated in my whole life."

"And...?"

"And Jenny was right. The next day during my morning patrol, Titania confronted me and told me her Master had sent her to collect me, that I was his newest target. Again, Titania was not the woman I had known anymore. She was... darker, meaner. Of course I fought against her, but in the end she got the better of me.

"When I woke up I was in a room with a man... well, really he was just a boy. He told me he was the Master Titania had spoken of, that he was the one who had broken Jenny Justice and arranged the defeats of all my heroine colleagues. I resisted, but it was pointless. He got inside my head, made me do things... He changed me like he had changed my friends. By the end of the day I knew my old life was over with."

Tanya was breathless. 

"You... you mean... he tamed you?"

"Oh, he did more than that," Kameron chuckled, tapping her cigarette on the edge of an ashtray. "I'd been tamed before by a little rough sex. All us Aphrodite girls have. From the looks of you, I expect you know what I'm talking about. But what that man did to me... He opened my eyes, showed me there was more to life than just serving and protecting. I could never go back to being a superheroine after seeing what he had to offer. After that, Destructionista and Inferna fell, too. Within a span of about three months, every heroine in that city called him Master. And I expect that's what's happening in Delta City now. I'd wager Ms. Americana has found herself a Master as well."

"Dear God," Tanya said, incredulous. "But... how could... how could he do that to you? How do you stay tamed?"

"I'm telling you, I wasn't just tamed," Kameron said. "It wasn't just a matter of getting me horny enough to fuck him. I worshipped him, honey. I still do. I haven't seen him in a few years now, but just remembering his smell, the taste of that cock... Ooh, it's enough to get me going."

"What..." Tanya lost her train of thought for a moment as she witnessed Kameron's nipples hardening against the silk robe. Her interviewee reached up to tweak one gently, absentmindedly. "What have you been doing for the past ten years, then?"

"Well, for starters all the money and assets I'd accumulated as Kameron Drake went to him. I sure didn't need them anymore. Material possessions don't mean much when you've got a Master. And after that, I did what I was told. The Master had taught me that I'm an animal born and bred to do one thing: fuck. So that's what I did. Fuck for a living. He owned a pornography studio and I don't know how many films we made. Boy, once all the heroines were turned, we'd get together for orgies and just leave the camera running for hours. Of course, I'm older now, but there's a hell of a market for MILF porn. I probably film a movie about three times a year."

"But you haven't seen your... Master in years?"

"No, not for some time now. I expect he got tired of us, moved on to new pursuits. But there are plenty of studios willing to pay a woman with my... skill set and assets. I make extra money on the side as a personal escort. I don't even have to go to them - men come right here to the trailer to enjoy me."

Tanya was silent. Dumbstruck.

"I know, it probably seems crazy to you, but let me tell you, sugar, I wouldn't change a thing. I wish I'd started sooner instead of wasting my time with all that superheroine nonsense. I feel like I'm doing something with my life, you know? Doing what I was meant to. So I wouldn't worry about Ms. Americana. Wherever she is, I'm sure she's having the time of her life."

***

Tanya drove in silence for three miles after leaving Kameron Drake's trailer before she had to pull over and throw up along the side of the road. Then she simply sat and cried in her car. When she finally regained her composure, she could not get Kameron Drake's words out of her mind. She saw the retired heroine sitting there before her, reciting the tale of her utter defeat, sucking on a cigarette, fantasizing about a man she called Master... As she drove, Tanya shivered at the complete certainty in the woman's voice when she admitted her life had been drained of all purpose but to fuck.

And before she knew it, Tanya was thinking back to the first time she had been forced into sex. 

She'd been young of course, just out of college, devoted to the principles of right and wrong in which she trusted and believed. It had been a simple matter of being too hot-headed - dressed in her revealing outfit, she marched right into Sugar Town and started hitting everything she could see. With the strength of twenty men, she never would have guessed she could be defeated, but the resistance she met in Delta's slums was more than the equal of twenty men. Much more.

She remembered the sickening sensation when she began to realize the tide of the battle was turning, the fear in her heart when she tried to escape from the mob that had formed only to be pulled back down to Earth by her cape, the pure horror when she was stripped of her uniform and her precious Got Emerald. 

She remembered the feeling of bitter helplessness as her body was used without her consent for the first time. She had made it through her entire high school and college career without engaging in sexual activity only to have her virginity stripped away from her on the street before a crowd of onlookers and participants. 

The rape had been interrupted by a rare intervention of the Delta City police. Though the cops had perhaps saved Tanya from a fate much like Kameron Drake's, she had lost their respect as a crimefighter for all time because of it. She remembered staggering to their patrol car with her tattered uniform in her arms, body and face lined with male ejaculate. She had been too devastated to cry then - she was in shock. But when she returned home she had sworn to never let such a travesty befall her again.

Of course, that was not the last time Tanya's body was used against her will. She recalled another time, three years into her career, when she finally came face-to-face with the notorious underworld kingpin Anthony Zurgis, better known as Mr. Cock. Zurgis ran a sex club in Sugar Town where acts of awful depravity were performed on a nightly basis. The stench of sex had been too strong for Got Gal, and before she knew it she was succumbing to the caresses of Mr. Cock's many whores, then kneeling before Zurgis himself. Tanya had spent only one night at Zurgis' club being used in many vicious and degrading ways. She told him she loved him, hated him, and even belonged to him. But when the night was over, she had regained her senses and escaped, even after such an intense night. 

For that reason she found Drake's story so astonishing. How could such a powerful woman, and indeed all of her compatriots, be defeated so quickly and so totally? How, after ten years, could she still consider a man her rightful Master? How could her life be rearranged so completely and permanently? It perplexed Tanya. And it frightened her to think that at that very moment, Ms. Americana could be being forced through the same process. 

It was late by the time she got home, almost dark out. She walked from her car up to her apartment building nervously, casting glances over her shoulder constantly. She was turning into a nervous wreck, she thought woefully as she hurriedly unlocked the door to her apartment. She locked it behind her just as frantically, then leaned down to pick up her mail from the day. She froze when among the bills and coupons, she discovered a nondescript manila envelope with no return address. As she walked around to turn on all the lights in her apartment, she opened it. And inside was a single, unmarked VHS tape.

***

"I came as fast as I could," Noah Vale said, stepping into Tanya's apartment. "What is it? What's happened?"

Tanya O'Donnel was shivering and pale as she allowed him in, though she was doing her best not to show her upset state. 

"I called you," she started, having trouble forming the right words, "because you are the last person who saw Ms. Americana before her disappearance. I couldn't think of anyone else."

Noah nodded, eyes curious. 

"What's wrong," he finally said in a grave tone.

"I got this tape in the mail," Tanya finally admitted, holding up the VHS tape, practically in tears. "I've already watched it a few times, I just... I need to know I'm not going crazy."

"Let's put it in," Noah said, putting his arm around her and leading her to the TV room. This close to him, she noticed his scent again. And again she noted she felt comfortable around him; perhaps that was the true reason she had called... No, that wasn't it. She was concerned for the safety of one of her fellow heroines, and in a moment Noah Vale was going to see why. After helping her to sit down on the couch, he moved to the VCR and put the tape in. Then he joined her on the couch, sitting close enough that she could feel his warmth. She looked over at him nervously as the video started. His eyes were locked on the screen.

The video began with a close-up on the face of Ms. Americana. She was masked and wore her gold tiara, and she seemed unharmed, but her eyes were screwed shut and her teeth were bared in an expression of what looked like pain. Sweat visibly dripped down her face and her cheeks were a scarlet red. Her long, raven hair fell in strands over her face, sticking to her sweaty flesh.

"Come on!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"

As she said this, the camera began to pull back, revealing that the heroine was in fact naked save for her mask and tiara. More to the point, she was nude and on all fours, facing the camera as her body was rocked by the thrusts of a man enthusiastically making love to her from behind. Her shoulders shook with his thrusts, her long hair waving back and forth as she craned her neck and hissed in rapture at his ministrations. Tanya and Noah could see his hands roughly fondling her full ass cheeks, then running up to cup her huge, sweat-soaked breasts, which bounced in unison before the camera. The man's face remained out of frame - all attention was on Ms. Americana. 

Tanya stole a glance towards Noah, whose face reflected the same shock and horror she had felt when she watched the video for the first time. A hand came up to cover his mouth as his jaw shook. She thought he was preparing to say something when a voice from the screen interrupted him. It was the voice of the heroine.

"Oh," she said through breathy gasps, one eye opening to gaze at the camera. "Hi. How are you doing, Tanya?"

Tanya began to shiver anew as she heard her fallen comrade speaking her name. Ms. Americana grunted noisily before continuing.

"A little birdie tells me you've been looking for me since I've been missing. I just wanted to let you know I'm alright. Shit, I'd say I'm better than just alright. Wouldn't you, stud?"

She turned a bit to look at the man humping her, who responded by reaching forward and burying his hand in her hair, then pulling back savagely as he thrust into her.

"Aaaaghhh!! Oh FUCK!" she cried. "That's it! Fuck me, baby!"

For a few moments, there was silence except for the heavy gasping of Ms. Americana as she was ridden heavily, her tits bouncing back and forth on the screen. Despite Tanya's complete repulsion with the video, she could not deny that such a graphic depiction of sex turned her on. She couldn't help it - it was in her genetics. So even though she felt like crying and screaming, she also felt a familiar warmth spreading down from her stomach into her loins, a restless feeling that caused her to cross and uncross her legs repeatedly, the stiffening of her own nipples in sympathy to her fellow heroine's well-used breasts. She tried to control her own heavy breathing as she turned again to regard Noah Vale, who held the same expression of disgust that he had shown earlier. He apparently had no trouble controlling his libido... No, wait. Tanya nearly gasped out loud as her gaze drifted down into the senator's lap and she noticed an unmistakable bulge in his trousers. He was doing his best to conceal it just as she was trying to hide her own arousal, but there was no doubt about it - the video was making him hard.

Tanya had to fight to get her mind off of Senator Vale's erection, even as the video continued. As the man released Ms. Americana's hair, the heroine slumped forward and looked into the camera once more. 

"As you can see, I'm finding new ways to fill the time during my retirement. I've met a nice man who's shown me a whole world of opportunities. I call him Master now, Tanya. And I'm happy. So there's no need to continue whatever investigation you might have started. There's no need to rescue me - I don't ever want to be rescued. And besides... I think you'll be joining me here soon enough."

Feelings of panic rolled through Tanya's body alongside her building lust as she considered this cryptic message from her former friend. 

Suddenly, from the side of the screen, another naked man approached Ms. Americana, his massive rigid erection at eye level with her glowing face. She glanced at the genitals, then up, off-screen to their owner, then turned back to stare into the camera as the man's hands came down to pull her head towards him.

"Well, it looks like that's about all the time I've got," the heroine laughed. "As you can see, I'm really busy nowadays. So I guess this is goodbye... for now."

And with that, Ms. Americana closed her eyes and plunged onto the cock, her mouth enveloping it instantly, her painted red lips sliding all the way down the shaft into his pubic hair. Tanya could hear her contented sucking noises as the screen faded to black.

Noah Vale lifted the remote with a shaky hand and turned off the television, and the two of them sat in silence for a long moment. Tanya gazed over at him, noting that her lust was failing to melt away as it had after the first time she watched the video. Finally he turned to face her as well. He looked pale and sick. Tanya decided to take her opportunity to lead the conversation in the direction she wanted. After all, she couldn't forget that she still had reason to be suspicious of him. 

"When was the last time you saw Ms. Americana, Senator Vale?" she asked coldly, making no attempt to hide her suspicion.

"Ah, I think it must have been..." He trailed off. "It was Valentine's Day, I believe. The same day as the interview you and I had. I met with her earlier that evening to discuss policy matters, and she told me she would be leaving the public eye for a while."

"You convinced her to retire, then."

"No, I don't think so. It seemed like she had already made up her mind to leave. My opinions and the introduction of LB244 only added to her certainty. I hope."

Tanya sighed. "Well, you can see exactly what she's been doing with her free time. I can't believe I didn't find out about this before. It's all on the Internet; all you have to do is type in her name and you get a website that's dedicated to... adult films with her as the star. And Flag Girl, too!"

"That's horrible," Noah said, crossing his arms over his chest. Tanya glanced down and noticed that yes, he was still very erect. And she could feel through her blouse that she was, too.

"Yes, it is horrible," she stated. "And I'm sorry, Senator, but I can't help but blame you a little bit."

"What?" he asked incredulously, leaning forward towards her. She caught a whiff of his scent and felt the furnace within her heating up. Cursing the weakness of her Aphrodite will, she did her best to stay focused as she confronted him.

"All the talk about legalizing prostitution... Pushing public opinion against superheroines... Pressuring her to retire... Come on, Senator Vale. You can't say you're innocent."

Noah looked uncomfortable. "Ms. O'Donnel, please, I'd appreciate it if you kept your accusations coherent. How could I possibly be to blame for a choice Ms. Americana claims to have made herself? I don't know any more about this than you do. And if you would please take your hand of my thigh, I'd appreciate it."

Tanya looked down, amazed to see that she had, in fact, placed one hand on Vale's thigh, halfway to his crotch. 

"I'm sorry," she said sheepishly, removing her hand and sitting back. "I didn't mean to... I'm just... I'm just so scared. To think that Ms. Americana could slip so easily into... I mean, she's an inspiration to women. What are we supposed to think if she's been reduced to this kind of objectifying garbage?"

"I don't know," he said, reaching forward to take her hand. "But we've got to stay strong."

It happened fast enough that she didn't even really think about it - she just acted on instinct. In the next instant, she folded her long arms around him and crushed her body against his. Their lips met in a frenzy of warmth and passion, locked together. They both moaned in pleasure at the release their kiss offered, squirming against each other, her arms behind his neck, his hands on her back, their eyes shut. His taste was even better than his scent, Tanya realized as she surrendered to her lusts. The warmth inside her ignited into an inferno as her body prepared for sex.

On the couch before the TV where they had just watched a defeated Ms. Americana being used like a whore, Noah Vale reached down and tore open Tanya's white blouse in one movement, sending buttons flying across the room, revealing her tanned torso and spectacular breasts, which were constrained within a yellow, lacy bra. Her hands guided his to her mammaries, where she helped him squeeze until she squealed in delight. Then his hands were running down to her flat stomach, around her hips and up her back, touching her everywhere, making her delight in sensation. 

Their tongues met and swiped against each other, diving to and fro into each other's mouths, teeth clicking in the frantically passionate kiss. Her hands were in his hair, and she let out tiny squeaks of joy as he dove down from her mouth and planted kiss after kiss on her cheeks, then down into the nape of her neck. She took this time to shuffle of her blouse, unbuttoning his shirt so she could press against him and feel the joy of skin-on-skin contact.

"I just need you to take me, Noah," she whispered hotly as he fumbled to undo her bra. "Please don't let me be alone tonight."

He fell on to her, pushing them both down onto the couch. The warmth between her legs had turned into a burning wetness. Her hole was begging to be fucked, and she couldn't deny it any longer. Noah finished with her bra and slipped the straps over her shoulders, tossing it aside and staring in awe at her perfect orbs, two huge spheres of tanned flesh that sat upon her chest, nipples sticking proudly skyward. Noah lowered himself onto her, meeting her lips with his own again, hands seeking out her massive tits and feeling them without any covering, massaging them until they were taut with arousal. She let out a guttural moan as she felt herself swell with desire.

As he drove her crazy with his attention to her amazing breasts, Tanya was busy blindly fiddling with the zipper to his trousers. She could feel the hard stiffness through his pants on her thigh, and she wanted to get her hands on it. Soon his fly was open and her hand wriggled inside, pushing into the warmth of his boxers. 

But she had only just gotten her hands around his shaft when Noah suddenly jumped and pulled back, leaving Tanya on her back, topless and bewildered. 

"I - I - I can't," he stammered, backing towards the door, picking up his shirt and scrambling to get it on.

"What?" she asked dumbly, sitting up and crawling towards him on the couch. She was too consumed by lust to put together any meaningful sentence, so she just said, "Why?"

"I just can't," he explained. "I'm a politician, you're a member of the press, it... it wouldn't be right. I just... call me tomorrow. I can't do this."

And before she could mount a counter-argument, he was gone, out her door. Tanya sat, stunned, still half-naked, still in the throes of lust. Her body quivered as she breathed deep, trying to calm herself, failing. Her cunt throbbed with liquid heat, and she could tell it wasn't going away any time soon.

Looking around, Tanya realized she wouldn't be able to think straight until she achieved a climax. Yet again cursing her own weakness, she rolled off the couch and staggered into her bedroom. Shedding her skirt, she  collapsed onto her bed and began a frantic rubbing of her pussy through her yellow panties with one hand, the other reaching up to palm her right tit, squeezing it madly till her body burned. She cried out in ecstasy as she built towards climax, Noah Vale's face in her mind, imagining his cock in her hand. She wasn't sure, but it had felt huge. She wanted it so badly now. 

Drool escaped her lips as she writhed on her bed, but she wasn't getting the pleasure she wanted. She stripped off her underwear and stuck two fingers deep in her sopping wet vagina, teasing her clit with her thumb as she swirled the fingers around. Still, she wanted more. Rolling over, she lifted her laptop from its place on her nightstand and opened it, grinning as the first thing to pop up were the very porn videos she had told Senator Vale about. Videos that starred Ms. Americana in any number of degrading situations, videos that Tanya had found reprehensible but now found immensely arousing.

Pressing play, Tanya began to watch a video of a man brutally throat-fucking her former friend and ally. She then switched to a different video, this one showing Ms. Americana face down on the floor as a man lifted her hips and fucked her in a standing position. Tanya moaned in delight at the sounds the man and Ms. Americana made. She didn't care anymore what was wrong and right. She didn't care. She just wanted a climax.

But no matter how furiously she masturbated, she didn't get to an orgasm. She seemed to hit a plateau of pleasure, the highest level before release, and just stayed there. Every time she neared climax, Noah's face appeared in her head and she backed away from it. And so she cried in frustration, tears running down her hot face. She fell asleep still sobbing, and with her fingers still stuck in her cunt.

***

That night she had predictably sex-fueled dreams that ranged from the erotic to the frightening. She saw the dreams from outside of her body, as if she was watching them on a television screen or a computer. In the dream she was naked, thrown into a sea of men who tore at her flesh, scratching, scraping, beating her. After that she was raped repeatedly, which turned into an orgy that she eventually accepted. She found herself being used alongside Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, and even Kameron Drake. Eventually she realized not only was she watching it all happen; she was helping to film it, filming herself in a pornographic movie. Operating the camera was Noah Vale.

Tanya sat up straight in her bed, gasping as the final image of her dream stuck in her head: Noah Vale behind a camera, cranking it as he watched her being raped. It was morning now, and pale light came into her bedroom through a window. Beside her on the bed, her laptop had long since shut down. Her hand was still inside her vagina, and after a moment she was depressed to realize much of the erotic heat she had experienced the night before had not left her. She curled up in the fetal position, wiping dried tears from her face, trying to put the erotic heat in her body out of her mind. She wished she could exorcise it like a demon, but there was no use. Her body needed to release. 

So she staggered into the bathroom and took a cold shower, which had no effect in diminishing her arousal. As the tiny, icy water droplets splashed against her hot skin, her breasts only tightened, her nipples standing at attention. She fought the urge to cry more, choosing instead to clench and unclench her fists repeatedly in anger, remembering her incredibly lucid dream. 

And there, in the shower, it hit her. From somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled some random information she'd come across when she was investigating Noah Vale's assets. Vale had funded several camera companies. Why? The image from her dream of Vale behind a camera flashed through her head. She gasped at the thought that occurred to her. She was ready to dismiss it when another coincidental statement hit her. Remembering her interview with Vale more than a month before, she recalled him saying he had still been a teenager when the Omega City heroines disappeared. And then, in her interview with Kameron Drake, the fallen heroine had told her the man she called Master had been only a teenager when he arranged her enslavement. Tanya's fists clenched again, and she shut the shower off. Too many coincidences. Too much room for suspicion. Naked, she walked out to her kitchen and picked up the phone. Dialed.

"Hello, Senator Vale?" she asked in her calmest voice. "I think we need to meet today."

***

At a coffee shop in downtown Delta, Tanya O'Donnel sat outside trying to enjoy the warm, early spring weather. Unfortunately, she was finding the cool breeze more than a little distracting, as it only enlarged her rampaging libido. Beneath her street clothes she wore the uniform of Got Gal, which seemed tighter and more uncomfortable than ever before due to her lustful body. Her breasts swelled against the material, nipples refusing to be anything than painfully erect, and she feared she would develop a damp spot on the front of her white slacks from the incessant churning of her hungry pussy. Tanya absentmindedly studied every man that walked by, trying not to imagine what sex with him would be like. 

She swore that she sensed Noah Vale coming up the street before she saw him. When she did see him, she folded her hands in front of her, crossing her legs and adopting the most business-like expression she could. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she revealed her secret.

"Hi, Tanya," he smiled winningly as he approached her table. He was dressed in an expensive suit and looked very fine. Tanya had to remind herself that he was evil as she returned his smile. Under his arm he carried a newspaper, and when he was ready to sit down, he tossed it onto the table. "Have you read the news? This is hot off the presses. LB244 passed."

Tanya gasped and reached forward, picking up the newspaper and checking the headlines. Indeed, on the front page below the fold, there was a short article revealing the State Legislature had passed LB244 into law by an almost unanimous vote. Governor Bud Uronner was expected to sign it later that afternoon. 

"Oh God," Tanya moaned in desperation. She had been so caught up in investigating Ms. Americana's disappearance and Noah Vale's background over the last few months that she had completely forgotten about the legislation to legalize prostitution. And it had passed without her even being aware of it. 

"I'm going to change this town," Noah said earnestly, sitting down across from her. "For the better."

"You can drop the act," Tanya said. "You can stop acting so innocent. I know the truth. I know everything."

"Really?" Noah asked, looking more amused than anything. 

"Yes," she sneered. "I know it was you that was responsible for the fall of the Omega City heroines. I know you're behind Ms. Americana's disappearance. I know you've been running the companies that put out the porn films she's in now." 

Tanya had to clench her teeth and control her breathing so as not to let on how aroused she was at the thought of those movies. Instead she stared directly into Noah Vale's face and waited for his reaction. But he didn't act shocked, scared, or even surprised in the least. 

"Hmm," he said simply, shrugging. "Then I guess we'd better begin."

He held up his hand and snapped once, looking over Tanya's shoulder at something behind her. Tanya turned quickly, just in time to get a fist in the face that lifted her and sent her flying across the table, over Noah Vale, and onto the hard sidewalk. She skidded across the concrete, ripping her clothes up, the momentum from the punch carrying her further than she would have expected. What in the hell had just hit her? she wondered as she rolled to a stop, preparing to push herself onto her feet as she shook stars out of her head.

She didn't have time to get up, though, because before she could move to stop it a long leg came out of nowhere and kicked her squarely in the midsection, lifting her off the ground. She smashed back down onto the hood of one of the parked cars lining the street, writhing in pain at this vicious assault. Before she could be struck again, she sat straight up with her fists raised to meet her attacker.

Instead of the group of thugs that men like Vale usually hired to fight superheroines, Tanya found herself face-to-face with Ms. Americana. Decked out in full uniform, from her star-spangled top barely concealing her heaving, creamy breasts, to her golden power belt, tiara and mask. She looked no different than she had the last time Tanya had seen her. She smiled and cracked her knuckles as she approached Tanya. 

"Hi, sweety," she said cheerily, reaching forward to grab Tanya. "We're going to have some fun together."

But Tanya was too quick and slugged her old friend in the jaw once, sending her reeling. Ms. Americana fell backward, stumbling and falling on her ass. Tanya lowered herself off the hood of the car, tearing open her blouse to reveal her Got Gal Uniform underneath. She pulled on her gloves and pulled off her slacks quickly, then placed her mask on her face and held her fists up again. 

"Brenda, you've got to fight it," Got Gal said warily, circling her recovering friend. "Fight whatever hold he has over you. I know you can do it."

"I don't want to," Ms. Americana replied, rising to her knees and jabbing Got Gal in the stomach with her fist. The blonde heroine cried out and backed away, doubled over. "Don't you get it?"

"Brenda," Got Gal gasped, catching her breath. "What has he done to you?"

Ms. Americana grinned as she stood and squared off with her fellow heroine. Got Gal appraised her foe as they circled each other. She had never fought Ms. Americana before. They were both Aphrodite Women in top form with years of training under their belts, but Got Gal expected she had the edge due to the augmented strength and ability of flight her Got Emerald gifted her with. 

"He's done what he was meant to do," Ms. Americana replied. "What he is designed by nature to do. Take women like me... and make us his."

"What? How can you believe that?" Got Gal saw that her foe was not yet ready to make the first move. She would apparently rather taunt Got Gal.

"I believe it because I'm living it," Ms. Americana said quickly. "You don't understand. I couldn't understand it, back when I was like you are. But you have to trust me - you were given the traits of an Aphrodite Woman so that one day, a man like Noah Vale could claim you as his mate. As his possession. Just as he has with me."

Got Gal had heard enough. She jumped forward, swinging her fists from the side, knocking Ms. Americana in the head three times before she could react. The darker-haired heroine backed away in a daze, stumbling against another car. A crowd was starting to develop in the street now, a mob of gawking onlookers who shouted and screamed as the two shapely women beat each other mercilessly. 

Ms. Americana tore the car off the door she leaned against, smacking Got Gal with it repeatedly before the blonde vigilante could dodge it and tackle her former ally to the ground. They rolled around on the concrete, pummeling each other as viciously as they could.  Got Gal put as much power behind her blows as she could, but Ms. Americana's robust body was not as easily damaged as the average criminal's. So they rolled back and forth in a pure display of both violence and sexual allure, exposed flesh on flesh, jiggling breasts exciting the male members of the crowd. 

"You'll get it soon enough," Ms. Americana taunted as they rolled around. "You can't escape us. You can't resist. Not for long. The Master has told me already how hot you are for him, how close you are to giving it all up. Just do it, Tanya. Just give up and we can make you so much happier, darling. We can make you feel so... fucking... good."

"Never...!" Got Gal shot back, kneeing Ms. Americana in the groin and scrambling to get away. But the raven-haired beauty reached out and grabbed Got Gal's leg and dragged her back, straddling her hips and holding her arms down. The two of them breathed heavily as Ms. Americana pinned her. Got Gal struggled, testing her enemy's strength.

"You will submit," Ms. Americana hissed. "One way or another, sooner or later, you will be his slave. Why not make it easier on yourself and just say goodbye to this life now?"

Got Gal groaned and used all her strength to toss Ms. Americana off of her body, then tackled her again and riddled her with more blows. But Ms. Americana was fueled by a seemingly great strength, even greater than the power she had wielded as a superheroine. She shrugged off Got Gal's punches, then elbowed the blonde in the throat and stood laughing as she collapsed, struggling to breathe.

"I promise, it's a better life," she smiled. "A life dedicated to pursuing your own lusts, your own primal needs, instead of this failed war on crime we've tricked ourselves into waging. A life of pleasure. Unending pleasure..."

Got Gal struggled to stand but was decked one more time by Ms. Americana. She felt as if her power had been drained, as if there was an emptiness inside her where she had once had a noble spirit. Her mind was shutting down. She no longer had the strength to resist. She was defeated, and she knew it in that moment, before she hit the ground and lost consciousness.

***

Tanya woke up with a headache. She felt exhausted, mentally and physically worn down. Her vision came into focus slowly, and she saw her own body below her, still dressed in her Got Gal uniform. She tried to move but it was no use. She soon saw why; multiple leather straps had her tied to an upright surgeon's table.

She looked around frantically, and took in a nightmarish sight. She was strapped to the table under bright studio lights. Beyond the realm of the light she could not see much, but what was illuminated was horrifying.

Around her stood a circle of men, all their eyes on her, all smiling as their minds were filled with predictably lusty thoughts. They were dressed like thugs, like mercenaries. Among them was Ms. Americana and her young sidekick Flag Girl, both of them dressed in their superheroine uniforms in an act resembling irony. They, too, watched Tanya as she helplessly tried to wrench herself out of the restraints. 

Beside Ms. Americana was a large camera on a dolly, one of three that surrounded the scene. It became obvious to Tanya that they were on the set of a film. And she could imagine what kind of film. 

In addition to Brenda, Lydia, and the dozens of onlookers, there was another spectator who drew Tanya's attention. He was a man. That much was obvious from his stark nudity. The only clothing he wore was a deep royal purple cowl and a cape, but the rest of his body was exposed, leaving Tanya to view his massive erection. She caught her breath at the sight. It was huge, enormous, perhaps the biggest she had ever seen, a long, rigid shaft connected to two equally substantial balls. As Tanya studied this masked man's nakedness, she realized his true identity. Even more sickening, she realized she'd nearly put her hands on that erection just a day before. 

"Oh, God..." she whispered. "Oh God, this is crazy..."

"Rise and shine," the man she knew to be Noah Vale said, stepping forward before the cameras. "It's good to see you awake again, Tanya. You've been out for a while."

"What the fuck are you doing?" she snarled at him, leaning forward, straining against the straps. "Let me go! Help! Help!"

"No one can hear you, dear," he said. "No one that can help you, at least. We're filming this, and a lot of people are going to see it. But not a lot of them are going to want to help you. I imagine most of them would rather use you as I'm about to, Tanya."

"Stop calling me Tanya! My name is Got Gal, I'm a hero!"

He held up a white mask. Her white mask. She hadn't even noticed that it had been removed. 

"We've already moved past the whole 'Vigilante hero Got Gal is really star reporter Tanya O'Donnel' drama," Noah said, smiling. "Obviously I've known all along, but others weren't privy to such information. So I enlightened them."

"You bastard!" Tanya cried as he threw her mask aside, trying her best to ignore his conspicuous nakedness. The revelation that she had been unmasked, that her identity was known to an unknown number of men now, made her stomach turn. She glanced nervously at one of the cameras. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I wanted you," he said, sending a chill through her. "I desired you, Tanya, and I wanted you to be mine. On my own terms. As you will be very soon."

"You don't know anything," she spat. "I'm not one of your tramps for you to tame."

He chuckled and shook his head. 

"You women really are so amazing," he said, stepping closer to her. His erection bobbed up and down as he moved, not decreasing in size or potency. "You Aphrodite females. So sure that you're doing the right thing, yet always so unhappy with your lives. So frightened of being fulfilled. And yet so... easy to manipulate."

He reached forward with one hand and brushed the exposed skin of her spandex-contained breast. Instantly her nipples rose to attention, just as they had the night before when they had watched the sickening video she received. Just as they had the last time she was near him. There was a low murmur of appreciation from the crowd as Tanya squirmed at the sudden arousal she felt under his slightest touch. Her eyes shut tight and she twisted her hips to the side as she was casually molested. She blushed, then quickly tried to fight off the myriad sensations running through her. Her body was rebelling. So quickly. She did her best to ignore the desire, but her nipples did not lose any of their rigidity. Her breasts rose and tightened as her body prepared itself for...

"I won't be your slave," she said through clenched teeth. "I won't let you rape me, too."

"Tanya. Rape is an act of violence, of forced sex upon a victim," Noah responded from beneath his purple hood. "What's going to happen to you means so much more. You can't even fathom it yet. Not yet. You're going to beg for sex. I wouldn't call that rape. How long can you possibly deny your body's desires? Deny what every part of you knows is right?"

"Forever," she grimaced. He shook his head again. 

"It's sad," he said in a sympathetic tone. "You're so tortured. You've wasted the best years of your life in the avoidance of your one true calling. But now that calling has found you, Tanya. And you have lost time to make up for."

Still teasing her breast with his gentle touch, Noah brought up another hand to caress her flat stomach, which then slid down to her covered crotch and began a slow, insistent rubbing. Tanya began to cry out almost instantly at the sensation of her private parts being beset by Noah's cruel massage. Her squirming began anew until she was almost bucking against his hand. Tears escaped her eyes and she let out a long, low moan. This soon transformed into a series of short gasps, tiny animal sounds that began to excite the onlookers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ms. Americana and Flag Girl rubbing themselves in sympathy, and the crowd of men inching closer. 

"Nahh... nooo..." Tanya gasped. "I won't fall... I won't bow to you like... like the other heroines. Aaahh... Aannhh..."

"Tanya," he said, suddenly deathly serious. He caught her gaze with his eyes and kept it, staring into her soul. "It doesn't matter if you fight this. Not anymore. You're going to be mine. No one is going to save you. You are fighting the only hope you have of retaining your sanity after I make you mine."

As he talked, he was undoing the clasp on the front of her top, revealing her massive breasts to the crowd at last. They spilled out, two heaving, great, tanned melons. She felt the power of the Got Emerald drain from her muscles as he tore her top open, and knew that she had even less of a chance of breaking free now. She could only whine as Noah yanked down her bottoms as well, rendering her basically naked. With her glistening wet snatch and hard nipples on display, there was a tangible sense of sexual tension in the room. Noah's cock stood proudly and menacingly before her, aiming right at her womanhood, seemingly bigger and meaner than ever. It would be easy for him to take her now. To rape her, if he so desired.

Instead, he began a more serious molestation of her body - his hand moved to one exposed nipple and pinched roughly, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the restrained heroine. She fought harder than ever to break the leather straps, but her actions had even less effect than before. She was just a woman, a weak woman trying to escape the inevitable. She was struck by an overwhelming feeling of sadness as this thought hit her. But there was also something bordering on relief. 

"You have nothing," he intoned as she reacted to his groping. "No ability to resist me. No will power in the face of my desire. No reason to go on living a lie. Your old life is over now."

Any thoughts about her future disappeared as Noah's hand once again descended to her pussy, his fingers seeking out her clit and spreading her vaginal lips. Her body quivered at the overload of sexual sensation.

"Ah, God," she moaned before letting out a stream of sex-crazed obscenities. Her blood boiled, her tits and cunt throbbed. She needed release, more than she even had when she had almost surrendered to Noah the night before. She could bear it no longer. It was as if a dam in her head broke and a million tantalizingly dirty thoughts rushed in. Again at the edge of her line of sight, she saw Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. The men around them were reaching out to touch them, taking out their sexual frustrations on the willing women present. She saw their own costumes being torn asunder as they were touched, felt up, molested just as she was. Soon, she thought, these men would be fucking the defeated heroines. That sounded so good.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, straining against her bonds for different reasons now. "Please... let me off this thing...  I need... I need you to..."

"You surrender?" Noah asked amusedly.

"Can't... fucking take it," she gasped. "Not anymore... I want... I need... I need you. Need to fuck.... Need... your cock!"

Noah gave her his widest grin yet, letting go of her body and beginning to unbuckle her from the gurney. He started with her upper body, and by the time he got down to her elbows, she was able to wriggle her arms free. Swiftly, she embraced Noah just as she had done the night before and pulled him close, enjoying the feel of his powerful erection on her leg, locking her lips with his in frantic passion. He kept unbuckling her until finally he could drag her free of the table, their bodies still locked together at the mouth in an angry, wet kiss. She pulled herself as close to his naked body as she could, pressing her flesh against his. Activity in the crowd halted as Noah and Tanya put on a show for the ages. The cameras focused on them as Got Gal surrendered. 

She jumped on him wantonly, wrapping her long legs around his body just as she had encircled his neck with her arms. Without ever breaking the kiss, Noah reached down and grasped his mighty cock, guiding it between her legs and forcing it against her swollen pussy. 

"I could've... taken you last night... and enslaved you... and no one would have seen," he said to her between their kisses. "That's why it had to be this way. You were going to fall one way or another, slut. Now paying customers around the world will be able to watch and know that I'm right. All you superheroines are nothing but sluts waiting to be tamed by their true Master."

"Just fuck me," was Tanya's only response. He complied quickly, shoving his massive cock into her in one thrust. She screamed at the penetration, the unholy feeling of fulfillment it gave her as she felt him move within her. She stayed wrapped around his body, not even beginning any thrusting motions, simply savoring the sensation. Knowing she was lost, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"All of your suspicions," he said to her below his breath, rearing back and thrusting against her once. "All your investigating and attempts to unravel the truth about me. All of it meant nothing in the end, you know that, don't you? It was only a matter of time."

He thrust into her again, powerfully, shaking her body. She squealed, tan flesh breaking out in goose bumps at the feelings rushing through her. Her rock-hard nipples ran across Noah's chest, tracing lazy circles as she began rocking against his body in time with his thrusts. He held her close to him, grunting as he fucked her with increasing force.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, yes, oh yes... Please, I know I was wrong... Unh, uh, I just want you to fuck me... Mmm, mmuuhh... I don't... I don't care what happens next."

With that, Noah stopped thrusting and released her. She put her feet on the ground and backed away, eyes questioning his next move. She could barely stand, the feeling of lust was so strong in her body.

"Alright, slave," he growled, grinning, hamming it up for the camera. "If you want to get fucked... If you want this cock... Then beg me for it!"

He slapped her once across the face and then grabbed her shoulders, pushing her face against the upright table he had just released her from, bending her over and placing his cock once again at the entrance to her vagina. The knowledge that she had just had him at last inside her and that he had taken it away made her want it all the more. She wasn't above begging. Not anymore.

"Oh, baby, please just get that big cock in me right now," she breathed, saying words she never thought she could  as her ass cheeks were rubbed and massaged by Noah. She spoke loudly to make sure the cameras picked up her words. The thought of a million men watching her made her even hotter. "I fucking need it baby, I want you to fuck me. Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna fuck my cunt, baby? I want you to. I fucking want it so bad right now. I'm hot, baby, I need that big hard cock you know I do."

She yelped as he spanked her once, hard. He enjoyed the taut firmness of her tanned rear end, the silky smoothness of her skin. He rubbed his glans up and down her slit, readying her. She practically wept with lust.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Noah taunted. "You act good, but you're really bad."

"Oh I'm such a bad girl, I like to be bad," she said in quick agreement. "I like to get fucked. I like to be dirty. I like cum, I like cock, I like it in me and on me. I like it all over me. I want it. I fucking need it!"

Noah laughed maniacally and rubbed her slit harder with his massive cockhead, getting close to pushing inside but never quite making it. Tanya cooed, then hissed more words of encouragement.

"Oh come on baby I want it, I want it all, I want it all right now and I want you to give it to me. Ooooh, come on, baby. Come on! Please, I'll do anything you want, I'll be your slave, I'll call you my Master, just please give me your cock now and don't stop. give it to me. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me!"

At last, Noah seemed to be satisfied with the ramblings of the cock-starved blonde superheroine before him. He squeezed her ass and held onto her hips as he pressed into her and began a hearty fucking motion. Tanya was rendered speechless by the pleasure - she simply blubbered happily as Noah fucked her from behind. The sound of his hips repeatedly slapping against her soft ass filled her ears, just as the feeling of his cock deeply enmeshed inside her filled her mind. She felt him swell within her, felt every inch of his magnificent prick as he pounded her with it.

Through the haze of fucklust, Tanya's mind revealed a cruel fact to her: this was the happiest she'd been in months, maybe longer. Here, bent over before cameras and a crowd of men, humiliated, degraded, and violated, she had found more peace of mind than she could enjoy in a lifetime of crimefighting. For that reason, the realization of her own life's failure, Tanya despaired, but soon despair was met with the warmth and security of unconditional love. Love for the man who at that moment was spanking her with brutal blows even as he reamed out her hot pussy. Love for him, and something beyond love. Something more like devotion. Worship. 

The part of Tanya O'Donnel that still held on to the shreds of her old life slipped away. The part of her that had any attachment to Got Gal or crimefighting just faded. Died as she got fucked, bent over, devoid of any hope that she could return to that life now. And that didn't seem so bad. Not so bad at all.

With every thrust Noah increased the brutality of his thrusts, humping her ever harder and faster, rocking her hips with the power of his pushing. Tanya let it happen, let his frenetic pace guide her own pleasure as she quickly rose towards a climax. It had been so long since she'd had one. Images from her life flashed before her eyes, from her time in school to her early crimefighting days to the night before when she had tried so valiantly to give herself an orgasm and failed. She couldn't pleasure herself. She needed a man to give her the pleasure she required, and she was forever in his debt for giving her that pleasure. 

With every one of Noah's frenzied thrusts, Tanya let out a tiny yelp, squeal, or the word "fuck." She felt her mind swirling down a dark vortex, away from the light and into a secure place where she only ever needed cock to be happy. And just as she reached the bottom level of her degradation, she felt Noah's hand reach around to tease her clit and she lost it at last. 

Tanya's back arched and she let out a scream that signaled the end of a life. All the built-up frustration and arousal was unleashed in that one scream, as white heat flared up in her loins and burned away the old Tanya. Suddenly she could understand why Brenda Wade had retired, why Kameron Drake was so sure that she was leading the right life. She identified with those women, understood them as she never thought possible. She was their sister under the cock, another member of the superheroine sorority to fall. The orgasm ripped through her, washing away all her doubts and minor concerns. Nothing from her old life mattered enough anymore in the face of the pure pleasure Noah Vale could give her. 

She felt her own cunt convulsing around his shaft, felt a chill run up her spine as her cheeks flushed. Sweat rolled down her swaying breasts, accumulating and then dripping off her nipples. Her arms fell down at her side as she savored the post-orgasmic moment, the tiny aftershocks that shot through her legs, up her arms, into her cunt. She slid off Noah's pole, crumpling to the floor, a sated smile on her face as she curled up into a ball. 

Suddenly, she was roused from her stupor as a hand gripped her long, blonde hair, pulling her up to her knees. 

"One last thing for the viewers at home," Noah said, and Tanya opened her eyes to see his long cock being fisted before her face. She knew what was coming and accepted it. More than accepted it, anticipated it. Relished it. She looked up into the eye of the nearest camera and smiled as Noah began to douse her face with hot, thick cum. Ropes of it shot onto her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her nose. She caught a wad in her eye, another on her lips as he unloaded an unbelievable amount of sperm on her. Tanya opened wide for the final spurts, and Noah filled her mouth with his issue, smiling proudly as she gulped it down for the camera. The taste of his jism was like a drug to her - she felt light in the head, so overcome with pleasure was she.

Noah watched as Tanya closed her eyes sleepily. He wiped his cock of excess cum on her face, then released her hair and let her fall to the ground, unconscious. He knew that when she woke up, she would be a new woman, a woman dedicated to the pursuit of her own desires, and of course to him. He turned to face the crowd of men as the three cameras zoomed in on Tanya's sleeping form for the final shot of her first porn video. The entire affair had lasted little over twenty minutes. In those minutes, he had stolen yet another heroine from Delta City, added yet another slut to his stables. It had been so easy, he wondered if it had truly happened. It was easier every time.

"Gentlemen," he said calmly to the group before him, the personal army of underworld thugs he had recruited. Ms. Americana and her former sidekick were on their knees servicing two lucky members of this army. "You can see exactly what we are up against. I've told you that before, and I'll repeat it now: I'm going to run this city. There is no longer any legal obstacle to overcome. The only people that will stand in my way now can be defeated as easily as you have just seen. All it takes is patience, and I can rid this town of superheroines, replace them with whores. Do you believe me?"

A massive cheer went up from the crowd. The two men being fellated cheered loudest, of course. 

"I expect she'll be waking up soon enough," Noah said, gesturing towards the shapely body of Tanya O'Donnel. "When she does, make sure she's taken care of."

The crowd let loose with uproarious laughter and then applause. After that the men began to strip. The more impatient among them approached Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, ready for another night-long orgy. When Tanya did eventually wake up, she was its most enthusiastic participant. Noah retired for the night, pleased with the development of his scheme so far. He would have loved to stay up with the men, taken Tanya in her other holes, made her scream even louder from delight, but tomorrow, he had work to do.

To be Continued

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