DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, VIOLENCE OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

 

Dark Angel, Ms Glory, Crimson Angel, Princess Power and Star Girl are all creations of my fertile, yet warped mind.  Any resemblance to actual celebrities is purely intentional.  Some hot stars just need to be fantasy fucked stupid.

 

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HOLLYWOOD HEROINES: FRIENDS FOREVER

By Pigboy

 

          “Don’t you love the beach?” Courtney Cox said, gazing out across the beach from the patio of the fine restaurant at Venice Beach.

          “I live in Malibu, Honey,” Jennifer Aniston said.  “By the way, love your new outfit.”

          “This old thing?” Courtney said, looking herself over.  She wore a sexy little red-and-white-striped top with a nautical theme, pleated red mini skirt and matching heels.  Her long, dark, dark hair was pulled back in a bouncy ponytail.  “Okay, the six inch YSL platform pumps are new.  I just love red.”

          “Red is your color,” Jennifer smiled. She wore an orangish-yellow designer mini-dress and bright yellow stiletto pumps.  Ms Aniston’s dress hugged her legendary body, accentuating every sexy curve.  It was, of course, strapless.  Her long, light brown hair was down, caressing her equally silky, tanned shoulders and back.

          The waiter delivered the bill, “Anything else I can get you, ladies?”

          “No thanks,” Jennifer said.  She snatched up the bill.  “No no, Cece, I got it this time.”

          She left enough cash to cover the bill and the tip.  They picked up their purses and left.  Unfortunately, Courtney had never found a parking place up close.  The restaurant didn’t have valet parking, so they struck out for the car two blocks away.

          “Are you wearing your Power Belt?” Courtney said softly, bright blue eyes alert and darting back and forth.

          “Of course, Honey.  Why?”

          “There are some young punks circling us,” she said.  “I think there’s going to be trouble.”

          “Oh.  Really?”  Jennifer stopped, looking around with big light green eyes.  “Then let’s go back and get a police escort to the car.”

          “I’m not waiting for the cops just to go to my car,” Courtney said.

          “Don’t get all indignant with me,” Jennifer said, following reluctantly as Courtney continued with purpose.  “Aren’t you afraid?”

          “Why?  We both have Power Belts and took self-defense classes,” she said.  A tiny smile tugged at her red lips.  “Let the little punks try and take my purse.  I dare them.”

          “Oh my God, Cece, you’re hoping for a fight,” Jennifer said, still striding along beside her old friend.  “Are you crazy?”

          “Probably,” she said.  Courtney caressed her beloved Power Belt.  She had half a dozen, in different colors and styles, and at a cool million each it was an expensive collection.  She turned speculative eyes on her friend.  “Have you ever considered turning super heroine?”

          “Of course.  What girl wouldn’t with a Power Belt?” she said.  “Wearing a belt is a heady feeling.  So much raw power and potential.  But, really, Honey.  Me a super heroine?  I mean, do I look like a primary color kind of girl?”

          “I love primary colors,” Courtney said, chuckling.  “But no one said a super heroine has to wear primary colors.  You could wear just about anything, as long as you looked like a super heroine.”  Her deep blue eyes snapped to one side, narrowed dangerously.  “Be alert, Jen.  I think they are going to attack from around the next corner.”

          “You know, I’m not really a fighter,” she said, eyes big as she looked all around.  Why was there never a cop around when you needed one?  Or even a gaggle of paparazzi?  If she was getting out of a car wearing a mini and no panties the paparazzi would be there in droves to snap that crotch shot.  Any danger, and no one.  Then all thoughts were wiped from her mind as three men raced around the corner and charged them.  “Eeks!”

          One of the men reached for Jennifer’s left wrist.  Without thought, she grabbed his wrist instead and threw him over her hip.  The Power Belt around her waist gave her super strength and speed, as well as endurance and other benefits.

          Courtney kicked straight up into the chin of the second thug, then spun around and backhanded the third.  Within seconds three young street punks lay groaning at their designer-heeled feet.  The four punks coming up behind them stopped, gawked.

          “You want some of this, too?” Courtney sneered, blue eyes flashing.  They cursed under their breath, and slowly backed away.  She nodded, eyes narrowing even more.  “I didn’t think so.  Punks.”

          “Come on, Honey.  Let’s get out of here,” Jennifer said, grabbing Courtney’s arm before she could go after the remaining thugs.

          They hurried to Courtney’s white Mercedes Benz SUV, and were soon cruising down the road back to Malibu.

          “You did very well back there,” Courtney said.  “Your instincts are good, and your reactions fast and sure.  You would make a great super heroine.  I think you should really give it serious thought.”

          “Back to the super heroine talk, Cece?” Jennifer said.  “I don’t think the world is ready for Super Rachel.”

          “Rachel is a character you played on TV,” Courtney said, shaking her head.  “You have to wear a mask, so no one will think of you as ‘Super Rachel’.”

          “That wisdom brought to you by Super Monica,” Jennifer said.  Courtney gave her a secretive smirk and wink.  “Oh my God, YOU are a super heroine!  Now it makes sense.  You’re trying to recruit me into the legion of super women.”

          “Guilty,” she said, shrugging.  “I’ve been a super heroine for ten years now.”

          “You started while we were still filming Friends?”

          “Yep,” she said.  “I wanted to give back, Jen.  I’ve received so much wealth, power and privilege that I felt a calling to give something back.”

          They rode in silence a long moment.

          “So, you’ve never been hurt?”

          “Never.  The Power Belt defends against bullets, and our bodies are more durable, harder to hurt.  Any injuries heal super fast.  And the public loves me.  Even the police respect me.”

          “Wow.  I never knew,” Jennifer marveled.  “Who are you?”

          “Duh.  I’m still the Courtney Cox you know and love.”

          “I mean, what is your super heroine name?  Am I allowed to know it?”

          “Oh, sorry.  I call myself Dark Angel.”

          Jennifer looked at her longtime friend with admiration. “Oh, Honey, you’re one of the top super heroines in Southern California.  I’m impressed.”

          “Thank you,” Courtney said.  “Being a super heroine is so rewarding.  Indeed, I’d go so far as say it is glorious.”

          “Glory is good, I guess,” Jennifer said, still staring at her friend.

          “Oh, you could call yourself ‘Ms Glory’ or ‘Ms Glorious’ if you became a super heroine.”

          Jennifer gaped.  “Oh God, I’m in trouble.  A vision of me in a super heroine costume just flashed before my eyes.”  She pursed her lips as Courtney laughed.  The thought was rather exciting.  A super heroine.  Her.  “I know I’m going to regret this, but I already know what I’ll wear.  I have everything I need in my closet.”

          “YES!” Courtney cried.  “I’ll take you out with me on patrol, and teach you the ropes.”

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          “Wow.”

          “You like?” Courtney asked. She paused before her sexy friend and looked herself over.  She was wearing her Dark Angel costume, ready for a night out fighting the good fight.  The five-foot-six, one-hundred-and-five-pound starlet/super heroine’s mask, bustier and patent leather thigh boots were all brightest red.  Her thong, choker and opera gloves were shiny black.  The all-important Power Belt that cinched her narrow waist was shiny gold.  Her dark brown, almost black hair was down.  “It’s important to make a good impression, and really look the part if you want the people to accept you as a super heroine.”

          “Hey, Honey, you’re preaching to the choir here,” Jennifer said.  “Image is everything.”

          “Well, the image of L.A.’s newest and sexiest super heroine is pretty hot, too,” Dark Angel said, sapphire blue eyes looking the other sexy super heroine over appreciatively. “Welcome to the team, Ms Glory.”

          “Thank you,” Ms Glory said, beaming with pleasure, though fidgeting just a tad in the skimpy costume she’d put together that afternoon.  Jennifer transformed into Ms Glory by donning a shiny copper-colored bustier, with matching thigh boots and opera gloves.  Her mask and thongs were black, and a silver Power Belt encircled her tiny waist above well-rounded hips.  She wore silver bangles on both wrists, and silver hoop earrings.  “You don’t think this is too sexy, do you?”

          “Oh no.  Sexy is a super heroine’s best weapon,” Dark Angel said.  “No choker?”

          “No.  Why?  Is that required?”

          Dark Angel caressed her own choker.  “No, it isn’t.  Most heroines do wear them.  I don’t know why.” She shrugged and beamed a bright smile at Ms Glory.  “Shall we get started?”

          “Be gentle.  This is my first time,” Ms Glory said, smirking.

          Dark Angel smirked back. “How long has it been since you could honestly say that to someone?”

          “Hey now!” Ms Glory said, laughing as she shook her head.  “I forgot that super heroines have reputations for wicked, if not naughty, humor.”
          They were high in the Hollywood Hills, overlooking the night-shrouded city.  It was a spectacular view, and a clear and warm night.  Dark Angel secretly owned the house, and used it as her hideout.  A sixty-inch flatscreen TV was on the news.  They both stopped and watched intently as the anchors announced the exploits of another super heroine: Crimson Angel.  The bleach blonde, super sexy super heroine was shown kicking butt in the streets and stopping a vicious gang fight near a school.  She was completely sheathed in crimson leather from throat to feet, making Ms Glory reconsider her super heroine fashion choices.  Crimson Angel looked totally hot.

          Ms Glory turned to her fellow heroine. “Do you know Crimson Angel?  Do you hang out with her, since you are both called angel?”

          Dark Angel chuckled.  “I have met that stuck-up twit.  One day I plan to kick her holier-than-thou fat butt, too.  She totally dissed me on the news.  Bitch.”

          “Not such an angel then, huh?”

          Dark Angel scowled at the screen. “No.  Some heroines are sweet as pie, others all business, and some are just diva bitches.”  As the cameraman zoomed in for a tight close-up, Crimson Angel cut her blue eyes at the camera, and smiled sultrily.  Dark Angel growled low.  “She’s one of the worst.”

          “Then I guess you don’t know her secret identity,” Ms Glory said.

          “Actually, I do,” she said, and laughed.  “But she doesn’t know mine!  Ha!  I think that’s why she hates me so much.”

          “Who is she?  Are you allowed to tell?”

          “I probably shouldn’t, but she’s Christina Aguilera.  The pop princess.”

          “Oh my God.  That is so cool,” Ms Glory said.  “I can so see her being a total diva, Honey.  I met Christina once at a club.  You’re right, she IS an arrogant diva of the highest order.”  She glanced at the screen as the newscast ended.  “Do you know of any other celebrities that are super heroines?”

          Dark Angel grinned mischievously.  “You are making me do terrible things.  Telling a super heroine’s secret identity is a big no-no.”

          “I’m in the club now.  Tell me, Cece.”

          “Hey!  NEVER call me ‘Cece’ or ‘Courtney’ while I’m in costume.  Even in private.  Once the costume goes on, it is strictly Dark Angel.”

          “Oh, sorry,” Ms Glory said sheepishly.  Then that evil glint entered her eyes.  “So, dish.  Who is who?”

          Dark Angel shrugged and grinned uncomfortably.  “Well, Halle Berry is Lady Justice…”

          “Wow!  I love Lady Justice!”

          “Um… Denise Richards is Ms Chastity…”

          “Ew!  You’re kidding, right.  No?  Wow.  That is so inappropriate.  Hahaha.”

          “Let’s see…. Vanessa Hudgens is Princess Power and Julianne Hough is Star Girl.  That’s all I know,” Dark Angel said.

          “Vanessa Hudgens is a super heroine?  But she is so tiny and sweet and innocent.”

          “Not really.  She’s a sweetie, for sure, but she’s not that innocent.  She got caught by a pimp and forced into prostitution for two months.  Word is she was a pretty happy hooker, too, until Lady Justice and I rescued her,” Dark Angel said.  “Then we had to use secret and very powerful drugs to wipe the memory of her pimp and a few others.”

          “So, do they all know your secret identity, too?”

          “No, only you and Lady Justice know my secret identity.”

          “Why Lady Justice?”

          “She recruited me, and was my mentor.”

          “Hey, are you MY mentor?”

          “You betcha, babe.  And I prefer the title of Super Sexy Mentor.”

          “Of course.  It’s typecasting,” Ms Glory said, as Dark Angel took her by the hand and headed for the garage.  “What else would you be, Honey?”

          Dark Angel’s car was a red Mustang, with her winged “DA” emblem on both doors and the hood, in black.  The windows were tinted black.  They got in, and Dark Angel pressed a button.  Suddenly there was a hissing sound, and Ms Glory’s eyes widened to see the car was now dark blue.  The sexy, dark-haired vigilante smiled at her friend, and backed out of the garage.  Once they were well away from the house, she pressed the button and the car’s true paint job showed again.

          “Neat trick,” Ms Glory said.  “I need to get a car outfitted like this.”

          “I can hook you up with… oh… look!” Dark Angel said.  “Is that a gun battle between the police and evildoers up ahead?”

          “We should turn around… wait, can we help them?” Ms Glory said.

          “Ah, finally, you are thinking like a heroine.  With the protection from bullets our Power Belts give us, the police really appreciate super heroine help,” Dark Angel said. She picked up a cell phone and hit a pre-dialed number.  “Hello, Police.  This is Dark Angel and Ms Glory.  We’re prepared to help in the standoff at Ackers and Reynolds.”

          Ms Glory couldn’t help being impressed at how cool and collected Dark Angel was while working out details of how they would assist the police.  It only took a few minutes before she hung up.

          “This will be a cake walk for us,” Dark Angel said, driving over to another street and parking.  “They’re robbing the bank after hours, so no hostages.  We can just walk in and kick robber butt, then give them to the police.”

          “Easy, huh?”

          She smirked. “Easier than getting a drunken Lindsay Lohan out of her panties.”

          “Nothing is that easy.”

          “Trust me, babe.”

          Quickly and quietly, they exited the car to the rat-a-tat-tat of the gun fight a block over.  Then, sneaking around behind the bank, they came to the backdoor.  It was ajar, with a robber shooting an Uzi at nearby cops.  Dark Angel and Ms Glory grinned at each other, then charged the door.  The robber yelped, and opened up on them.  The bullets were stopped by their Power Belts, and they charged into the hapless robber.  Dark Angel picked him up, and threw him against the wall across the alley.  When he started to slowly claw his way to his feet, Ms Glory finished him off with a kick to the face.

          “Let the cops take it from here,” Dark Angel said, and slipped through the door.

          Ms Glory followed quickly.  The vicious gun battle covered the tap-tapping for their stiletto boots on the hard tiles as they rushed toward the front of the bank.

          “Halt in the name of justice!” Dark Angel cried, striking a super heroine pose.

          Ms Glory struck a similar pose, glaring at the gawking robbers with superior airs.  They were only motionless a few seconds.

          “Forget the guns,” one of the robbers called.  “Gang up on them.”

          While two robbers continued to shoot at the police, to keep them at bay, six black-clad and masked bank robbers charged the two sexy super heroines.

          “I think they are resisting arrest, Ms Glory.”

          “Looks that way.  I guess it’s butt-kicking time.”

          Dark Angel stepped forward suddenly, and kicked straight up into the chin of the first robber.  He completely flipped over and fell bonelessly at her red-booted feet.  Ms Glory landed a roundhouse to the head of another, then backhanded a third robber.

          “Told you it would be easy,” Dark Angel said.  She kicked at the head of the next robber, who ducked and shoved her hard against the doorjamb.  “Ooff!”

          Seizing the advantage, he slammed a right cross into Ms Glory’s face.  “Aaaiiiee!”

          As she fell back, Ms Glory saw the robber turn and snatch up Dark Angel in a Full Nelson, forcing her arms up and chin brutally down.  Another robber stepped up and started pounding the sexy super heroine’s face, tits and belly with powerful punches.

          While Dark Angel was getting her ass handed over on a silver platter, Ms Glory bounced off the wall to find herself facing two robbers.  She wondered how many there were?  The two shooting at police were still there, but then she noticed the robbers they’d already knocked down had gotten back up and rejoined the fight.  How rude.

          One of the robbers reached for her top, as if he would yank it down and expose her tits.  Not going to happen.  She grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back.  In seconds, with barely a thought, she had him in an Elevated Double Chickenwing – what a former boyfriend once referred to as a “bitch clamp”.  She lifted him high, and slammed him face-first into the floor.  Releasing, she lunged into the next robber, and punched him in the balls, before clamping her hands together and bringing them viciously up into his face.  He dropped next to the previous robber, neither conscious.  A third robber faced her, and she lashed out with a foot at his face.  He ducked, and kicked her between the legs.

          “Ooooh, bastard,” she groaned, clutching her aching pussy with both hands.

          “You’re going down, super bitch,” he growled, and yanked her long, silky light brown hair.  Ms Glory was thrown to the floor, but she hit the floor and rolled, to his surprise.  A second later, his foot came down where her face should’ve been.  “Shit, she got away!  Watch out!”

          “You watch out, miscreant,” she growled, and kicked him in the chin.  Then kicked him in the nuts, as payback.  “And he’s out.”

          Suddenly, bullets started hitting the wall all around her.  None could hit her, but still, it was disconcerting.  Dropping to an aggressive crouch, she surveyed the scene.  Dark Angel had turned the tables.  Her assailants were bleeding on the floor at her feet, while she beat the last of the robbers down, not counting the two gunmen.

          “If either one of you fires another shot, I swear I’ll shove your pistol up your bloody ass,” Dark Angel growled so viciously they stopped shooting.

          Police SWAT team officers surged into the room, taking the two gunmen into custody and starting to handcuff all of the unconscious men.  Dark Angel and Ms Glory helped each other “clean up” before they had to speak to the man in charge, a Police Captain.  They gave brief statements, and left.

          “That’s it?  A five-minute statement and we’re out of there?”

          “Yep,” Dark Angel said, grinning.  “Sweet, isn’t it?”

          “I thought there would be hours and hours of paperwork.”

          “For the cops, yes.  Not us.  By Federal Law, we got rights.  Special rights,” Dark Angel said.  “So, wasn’t that fun?”

          “Yes.  I guess it was kind of fun and exciting.  But for a second there, I thought we were goners,” Ms Glory said, licking her glossy lips.

          “Nah,” Dark Angel said.  “They usually get a few hits in, but we are super heroines.  We can take a licking and keep on KICKING.”

          “Hahaha!  As in kicking their butts,” Ms Glory said.  “I love it!”

          “I know it’s early, but let’s call it a night,” Dark Angel said.  “I have a meeting with a studio tomorrow about a possible new comedy series.  I need to work on my pitch some more.”

          “No problem, Honey.  I’ll be ready tomorrow with bells on.”

          “Bells?  I haven’t seen a heroine with bells on yet.”

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          “How do my tits look?”

          Dark Angel glanced over at Ms Glory’s pushed-up chest.  “Spectacular.”

          “Too spectacular?  Should I tone it down a bit?”

          “No.  You need to be as explicit, as sexy as super humanly possible,” Dark Angel said, pausing to adjust her own tits, spectacularly displayed in her red bustier.  She grabbed the skin and tugged up on both tits, pulling them up and out a bit more, showing deeper cleavage and a lot more skin.  Her nipples were barely covered.  “It distracts the bad guys, giving us another advantage.”

          “I should say.  I’m all for more advantages,” Ms Glory said, plumping her tits up some more, too.  “You think I should change my thigh boots for knee boots, or even ankle boots?  To show more skin?”

          “No.  I think thigh boots are sexier, and we do a lot of kicking, so thigh boots offer more protection in a fight,” Dark Angel said.  “And you can hide weapons easier inside thigh boots.  I keep a cell phone inside my left boot and a credit card in the right.”

          She and Ms Glory were walking on the docks.  The younger heroine had never been there, and Dark Angel wanted to show her the lay of the land.  A lot of illicit activities happened on the docks.

          “That’s a good… what is going on over there?” Ms Glory said, coming to a stop.  She noticed some of the big steel containers had been placed in a way to leave an opening in their midst, with just a narrow corridor into it.  The open area was brightly lit, with a good dozen or more men facing each other in two groups.  Then she noticed each group had a suitcase to give the other group.  “Oh my God, is that a drug deal going down?”

          “Where?  Oh, yes!  We hit pay dirt tonight,” Dark Angel said, dark blue eyes sparkling with delight.  “Let’s show them what a pair of sexy super heroines can do.”

          They took off running, and JUMPED over the stacked-up shipping containers.  As super heroines, they could jump high and long.  But the containers were high, so they vaulted over them, pushing off with their hands, and doing wide splits in midair.  They landed between the two groups just as the suitcases were exchanged.

          “Halt in the name of Justice!” Ms Glory cried in a commanding voice.

          “What the…?” one of the men cried.  “Super heroines!”

          The men all reached for guns.  Dark Angel darted into one group, Ms Glory into the other.  Ms Glory grabbed a man dressed like a stereotypical dockworker.  He was a good six-foot-four and muscular.  She picked him up over her head, and threw him into three other men, bowling them over.  Another grabbed her left wrist and jerked her around, so she snapped off a quick kick to the nuts that doubled him up, then punched him in the face.  He was out, but two more men attacked.  A roundhouse forced them to duck, and lunge at her.  The second her right foot had finished the wide arch of the roundhouse, she dropped low and then snapped her legs straight and flipped over backwards, over the two thugs and to safety.

          “Looking for me, boys?” Ms Glory said, smirking behind them.  She grabbed one by his ponytail, karate-chopped him in the throat and then picked up and threw the other into a nearby steel container.  “Didn’t your mother teach you that crime doesn’t pay?”

          “Dark Angel commands you to surrender, or…” Dark Angel said in a commanding voice.  “Hhmmmggghh.”

          “Oh Honey, speaking of yourself in the third person?” Ms Glory said, turning towards her friend and crime-fighting cohort with a smirk on her beautiful masked face.  The super sexy super heroine in red and black was surrounded by prone men, but was also being held by another man.  “Oh.  What’s the matter?”

          It took Ms Glory a second to realize the drug smuggler was holding a cloth over her friend’s mouth and nose.  Oddly, Dark Angel was only struggling a little.  As she watched, the vivacious vigilante slowly ceased all struggles and went limp in the thug’s arms.

          “What did you do to her?” Ms Glory cried, taking a step towards the wicked man holding Dark Angel.  He removed the cloth, and her head rolled forward, chin on chest. “Oh my God, she’s unconscious!”

          “Duh,” he said, grinning.  He held up the cloth.  “It’s called chloroform, and it’s one of the best weapons against you meddlesome super cunts.”

          She gasped when he dropped the cloth, and reached down to her lower back.  A second later, he removed her all-important Power Belt.  A cold chill ripped through Ms Glory at seeing her friend and mentor rendered unconscious, then depowered.  Then another thug stepped up to Dark Angel, unzipped her red corset, and pulled it off.

          “Oh!”

          “Get her, boys.”

          “What?” Ms Glory said, looking around with wide eyes.  All of the men they’d beat down were back up.  And they were all glaring daggers at HER.  As fear gripped her wildly beating heart, the two men holding Dark Angel pulled the unconscious super heroine’s black thongs down those long legs, revealing Courtney’s bikini-waxed twat.  “Hey now! That’s totally uncalled for!”

          “Oh, it’s called for,” the man who’d chloroformed Dark Angel said, leering at Ms Glory.  “And a lot more is called for, too.”

          “Oh!” she cried as she saw him thrust his long, thick cock into Dark Angel’s pussy from behind.  Unfortunately, she was so distracted by what they were doing to Dark Angel, she forgot about the other men surrounding her.  Two men grabbed her wrists, and pulled her arms wide.  Another darted in from behind, and removed her Power Belt. “Hey!  Give that back!”

          “Too late,” one said, suddenly twisting her arm up behind her back to the brink of breaking it.  Then he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and moist, “Party time.”

          "Can we talk about this?  Hm?” Ms Glory said, eyes wide.  “I mean, this is not what I signed up for, Honey.  Oh no.  I'm a lover, not a fighter.  So if you guys will just let us leave, we'll forget tonight happened.  Okay?"

          “Lover, you say?” he said into her ear.  She felt him reach down with his free hand, and unzip.  “Let’s start loving it up, babe.”

          “I’m not that kind of girl,” Ms Glory cried when his hand came back up and around, and grabbed her tits through her costume.

          “Uuugggh,” Dark Angel groaned.

           Ms Glory looked over at her friend.  Dark Angel was on her knees now, left cheek flat on the ground and limp arms splayed to the side, and her shapely butt thrust up into the sky.  The man who’d chloroformed her had hold of her hips, and was banging the shit out of her.

          Then another of the drug-smuggling thugs came up to Ms Glory, and held a sharp knife before her frightened face.  He slowly cut her top from cleavage to navel, and ripped it off her shapely body.  With her perfectly tanned tits exposed, he dropped the knife and grabbed two big handfuls of titty meat, and buried his face in her perfumed cleavage.

          Ms Glory kind of lost track of time.  The thug sucked on her tits, chewed, licked and motorboated them too. Then he kissed his way up her throat and took ownership of her kissable lips.  Unfortunately for her, Power Belts tended to women who wore them.  So she was already pretty horny when it had started, and he soon had her panting like a dog on a hot summer afternoon.  Somewhere in that, she lost her thongs.  The shapely super heroine was too distracted to notice who’d removed them, or how.  But she knew they were gone when a thick, callused finger thrust up into her Special Place.

          ‘Oh, JESUS!” Dark Angel cried.  Coming fully awake suddenly, to find herself helpless and at the very brink of climax. “Oh…. my…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhh!”

          The man enjoying her tits suddenly grabbed Ms Glory’s well-rounded hips, lifted her off her feet and thrust his monster cock deep into her incredibly wet pussy.  That’s when the sexy super heroine truly understood how horny she was.

          “This bitch is TIGHT,” he groaned happily.

          “This super bitch WAS tight, but I’ve loosened her up nicely,” the man abusing Dark Angel said.  “And she LOVES IT.”

          Dark Angel struggled up to all fours, head spinning and body all squishy hot and sexy-feeling.  She heard what he’d said, and it outraged her.  But her body was in full “fuck me” mode, and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.  Besides, there was another thug before her, with his dick in hand.  He rubbed it all over her gorgeous masked face, and then pushed through her sweet red lips.  Dark Angel closed her big blue eyes and started to suck.  “Mmmmmmm.”

          Ms Glory wasn’t watching her friend succumb to the delights of sexual submission.  Her light green eyes were wide in disbelief, her legs wrapped tightly around the man before her as he pounded her aching, needy pussy with all he had.  And he had a lot. 

           “Oh my God!  I can’t….uh…you have to… sssttttttttooooooooooopppp!  Aaaaaaagghh!  Oh.  Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, her mind stripped clean of all thoughts.  Pure sweet pleasure infused her curvaceous body, and she bucked as he fucked her to la-la land.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

          After a few more minutes, and a dozen more forced climaxes, he released his cum deep inside Ms Glory.  He pulled out and had to pry her long, thigh-booted legs from around his waist.  Then the man holding her arms twisted behind her back released her, and she was bent over at the waist.  Before Ms Glory’s mind cleared, before she was capable of the simplest of coherent thoughts, he thrust his cock up her ass.

          “Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Too big!  Too big!  Aaaaaaaiiieeee!” the shapely super vigilante cried, wild-eyed.  Then the first man thrust his cum-slathered cock down her throat, ending her protests.  “Hhhhhhmmmmmmggghhhhh!”

          Ssssslurp.  Glunk.  Glug.  Sluuurrp.

          “Man, these brainless bimbos are such great fucks,” the man butt-fucking Ms Glory said.

          “Don’t I know it.  This bitch really knows her way around a dick,” the man she was sucking off said.

          “HALT!”

          “Oh shit, two more super sluts!”

          Ms Glory, at the brink of another climax, suddenly felt both cocks slip out of her overheated, oversexed body.  She fell to hands and knees, trembling with pent-up need, while gasping for breath.  By the time she was capable of thought, the fight was all but over.

          Looking around, Ms Glory checked to ensure Dark Angel was okay.  Then she spotted the other two super heroines.  Star Girl was a gorgeous blonde wearing all silver and white.  Her mask, bustier and thong were startling white, while her thigh boots, opera gloves, choker and Power Belt were shiny silver.  Both her bustier and thigh boots were laced up the front.  The other super heroine was Power Princess, a dark-haired beauty in all white: mask, choker, opera gloves, midriff-baring bustier, short-shorts and thigh boots.  Ms Glory smiled weakly, recalling their secret identities were Julianne Hough and Vanessa Hudgens.

          “Are you okay?” Star Girl asked Ms Glory.

          Ms Glory blinked, realizing that all the bad guys were unconscious.  They were rescued.

          “Um, yes.”

          “Thanks for the assist,” Dark Angel said.  She sounded hoarse.  Screaming out a couple dozen forced climaxes did that to a throat.  “We’ll… um… we’ll just…”

          “Here,” Power Princess said, handing Dark Angel her Power Belt and thongs.  “You two get dressed and skedaddle.  Me and my partner will take it from here, and have the police pick these vile miscreants up.”

          “Shouldn’t we stay to file charges for sexual assault?” Ms Glory said.

          Dark Angel’s face turned almost as red as her lipstick.  “Not me.  You can, but I never admit to these… setbacks.”

          “It’s happened before?”

          Dark Angel smiled weakly.  “On occasion.”

          “Oh, Honey, I totally could’ve used a heads-up on this,” Ms Glory said, frowning at her good friend.

          “Sorry,” the vivacious vigilante said, while accepting the rest of her scattered costume from Power Princess.  At that time Star Girl returned with Ms Glory’s gathered-up costume.

          “I’m Star Girl, and this is Power Princess,” Star Girl said, thrusting out her silver-gloved hand to shake.  “Pleased to meet you.  What is your super heroine name?”

          “Oh, I’m sorry.  I’m Ms Glory,” she said.  She quickly shook both of their hands.  “It is a pleasure and honor to meet you guys.  Thanks so much for yanking our sweet round butts out of the fire tonight.”

          “Yeah, we kinda lost control of the situation,” Dark Angel said, shrugging.  She was dressed except for her bustier, which Power Princess hurried over to help her into. “One of them had chloroform, and you know what that shit does to me.”

          Star Girl giggled. “Yeah, you drop just at the sight of it.”

          “Don’t we all?” Ms Glory asked.

          “Yes, but she’s especially susceptible to it,” Star Girl said.

          “Maybe you’d like to go on TV and broadcast my vulnerability to the world,” Dark Angel snapped, blue eyes flashing.  Then she flushed red again.  “This is so embarrassing.  Let’s call it a night, Ms Glory.”

          “You guys be careful,” Power Princess said.

          “Bye-bye,” Star Girl said as Dark Angel led Ms Glory away.

          “Why do I get the impression this is not a big deal?” Ms Glory said as they left.

          “Because it’s not.  Super heroines take chances like this.  We put ourselves out there in skimpy costumes specifically to distract, arouse and taunt the bad guys, so if caught the very horny bad guys have their fun at our expense,” Dark Angel growled.  “As sexual abuse of super heroines go, this tonight was pretty tame.”  She barked a laugh.  “We’ve both had worse sexual encounters with old, fat movie producers in hot tubs.”

          Ms Glory didn’t even want to think about her “auditions” prior to landing the role in Friends.  Hot tubs.  Limos.  Cheap hotels, and even the master bedrooms of some of Hollywood’s most disreputable B-movie makers.

          “Okay, it wasn’t that bad tonight,” she admitted, thinking about the hirsute producer who’d first penetrated her “backdoor.”  Now that had HURT.  And she hadn’t gotten the role, either.  “But back then I didn’t have a Power Belt to provide very effective foreplay, either.”

          “Tell me about it,” Dark Angel said, scowling.  “Some of us are more susceptible to the effects of Power Belts.  The damned things drive me to distraction sometimes.  But I’m strong.  Super heroine strong, and I can control myself.”

          “Unless someone gets you down and started molesting you,” Ms Glory said.

          “Exactly, and then I become a raging nympho.  It’s so humiliating,” Dark Angel said.  “Is it the same for you?”

          “Afraid so, Honey.  Ten seconds after penetration, I was a goner,” Ms Glory admitted, feeling her own face burning.  Except it wasn’t humiliation, but remembered pleasure.  The memory of how GREAT those two cocks felt sliding in and out, in and out, the smell of cock, the taste of cum-covered cock… it made her belly and tits tingle, and her pussy ache.  “It was scary good, so I absolutely CAN’T allow myself to get into that situation again.  I’ll have to be extra vigilant.”

          “Ah, a vigilant vigilante,” Dark Angel said, grinning.

          “Correction; a GLORIOUS vigilant vigilante, thank you.”

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Two months later, Ms Glory is a tremendously popular super heroine…

          “Stop, you little weasel!” Ms Glory cried, racing down a dark side-street after a small, skinny black man.

          “I got mace, and I’ll fuck you up!”  he cried breathlessly.

          Ms Glory didn’t slow in her pursuit.  Mace was very effective against super heroines in general.  She’d never been sprayed with it, so didn’t know how effective it would be against her, but she didn’t want to find out, either.  In the little over two months she’d been a super heroine, she’d only had that one minor setback on the docks.  Poor Dark Angel, unfortunately, had gone out alone a week after the dock incident and gotten in over her head.  She’d been fucked for three days by a dozen East L.A. Latino gang bangers.  Oh yeah, they’d unmasked her and discovered her secret identity, too.  Ms Glory had teamed up with Power Princess, Star Girl, Lady Justice and Black Fox to hunt their comrade in crimefighting down, and rescue her.  They’d also rounded up the whole street gang and wiped their memories of capturing and unmasking Dark Angel, plus the memories of their girlfriends, and the few others they had shared the knowledge with.  It had been a CHORE and a half, to say the least.

          The suspect she was currently chasing was from a bust she, Dark Angel, Dark Justice, Mistress Liberty and Southern Star had just conducted.  He was the only one who’d slipped through their ambush.  She would not let him escape.  Oh no.

          He turned left at the next corner, and Ms Glory smiled.  “Fool.  You’re ours now.”

          “Aha!” Dark Angel cried up ahead.

          “Yikes!” he cried.  Then, “Oofff!”

          “Got him,” Dark Angel said as Ms Glory trotted up, a little bit more than winded.  It wasn’t easy running in five-inch stilettos, even for a super-powered super heroine.  But still, few men could outrun her.  Maybe in a sprint, but never for distance.  Her belt gave her super speed and endurance.  Especially endurance.  “What took you so long?”

          “Honey, I’m a law-biding super heroine, so I had to abide by all the traffic laws.”

          “Funny.  Well, we caught the little creep,” Dark Angel said, blue eyes afire.  She kicked him as he lay groaning at her red-booted feet.  “You can run, but you can’t escape super heroine justice, miscreant.”

          “Hey, can we work out a deal or something?” he said.

          “Sure.  You go to jail,” Ms Glory said.  “Sounds like a good deal to me.”

          “You are in rare form tonight,” Dark Angel said.

          “I’m being serious here,” he said.  “I’m called Lil Dawg, and I’m a playa in this town.”

          “Uh-huh,” Dark Angel said.  “And I’m an Academy Award Winning Actress.  Aren’t we both just special.”

          “Oh, Honey, you won an Oscar?  You should’ve said something, I would’ve bought you a present or something,” Ms Glory said.  “Do you like Candy Kisses?”

          “Love chocolate!”

          “Yeah, you are the two funniest super bitches in L.A.,” Lil Dawg snarled.  “I guess I’ll just go to jail, and keep what I know about Power Princess and Star Girl to myself.”

          They two super sexy super heroines froze.  Neither had seen nor heard anything about those two super heroines in over a week.  It was rare they stayed more than a day or two off the mean streets.  Unless they were on tour or doing a movie, that was.

          “What do you know about them?” Dark Angel growled, pulling him to his feet.  At five-foot-five, he was shorter than the two super heroines.  Dark Angel was five-foot-six, and Ms Glory just one half-inch shorter.  Both wore five-inch heels, so they almost towered over him.  “You don’t want to piss us off, Lil Bow-wow.”

          “It’s Lil Dawg.  DAWG, not Bow-wow,” he said, dark eyes narrowing.  Then he grinned cruelly.  “I can tell you were they are.  IF you let me go free.”

          “Can’t do that,” Ms Glory said.  “Tell us, and in reward we won’t beat you to a pulp.”

          “You can’t beat me,” he said.  “I’ve already surrendered.”

          “Want to bet?” Dark Angel said.

          “It’s illegal to beat someone in custody,” he said, starting to get nervous.

          “Hey, stop resisting arrest,” Ms Glory said, both super heroines grinning evilly at him.

          “I’m not… oh shit,” he said.  Panic set in a second, and then he crossed his arms and shut down on them.  “Do your worst.  What do you care about Power Princess and Star Girl?  Let them suffer.  Go ahead, beat me.  Beat me to a pulp.”

          Dark Angel and Ms Glory looked at each other.  It wasn’t going well.  Dammit.

          “Tell us what you know, and IF it proves valuable, then we’ll let you go,” Ms Glory said.

          “No.  I tell you what I know, and you let me go no matter what.”

          “How about you tell us what you know, like the nice lady in copper and silver said,” Dark Angel growled.  “Otherwise, if something bad had happened to our friends, we’ll let ALL of the city’s super heroines know YOU knew and refused to help.  Together, we will ALL make the rest of your wretched life pure HELL.”

          He frowned and squirmed, clearly afraid and yet hesitant.  “Okay, here is how it is.  This is big, and you can’t deny it.  So I’ll tell you, and you let me go.”

          “Just spill it, Dawg,” Ms Glory snapped.

          “Okay, here is how it is… Power Princess and Star Girl got captured two days ago while trying to stop a porn producer blackmailing illegal aliens into doing porno movies. He unmasked them, and knows their true identities, so they have to do what he says.  Tomorrow he is starting a new porno, starring them as Power Princess and Star Girl, doing lesbo stuff and other hardcore porn stuff.”

          “Who is it?” Dark Angel demanded.

          “Lance Hardwick.”

          “That bastard!  We’ve been trying to nail him for two years,” Dark Angel growled.

          “Yeah? Well, he nailed Star Girl and Power Princess instead.  Nailed them in every orifice of their luscious bodies, from what I heard,” Lil Dawg sneered, leering at them as he looked their bodies up and down, head to heels.

          “Where will they be tomorrow?  Where is the set?” Ms Glory demanded.

          He gave an address up in the Hollywood Hills.  Reluctantly, they let the little miscreant go.

          “Let’s go,” Dark Angel said, striding away towards her car.

          Ms Glory hesitated.  “What about the others?”

          “Who?  The other heroines?”

          “Yes.”

          “Forget them.  Those glory hogs will take the credit if we give them half a chance,” Dark Angel scoffed, dismissing that idea with a haughty wave of her black-gloved hand.  “Besides, we don’t have time.  It’s, like, four in the morning.  We need to hurry and scout out the filming location, so we can capture them in the act.  I have memory drugs in my trunk, so we’re good to go in that department.”

          “But wouldn’t it be better with more super heroines?”

          “If by better you mean ‘safer’ then yes, but you know what they say.”

          “What?”

          “No guts, no glory,” Dark Angel said.  Her dark blue eyes sparkled with glee.  “So Ms GLORY, what’s it going to be?  Safe?  Or do we want to go for the GLORY?”

          “Oh.  Now that you put it that way,” Ms Glory said, grinning.  “I’m all about the glory, Honey.  Let’s go get them nasty boys.”

          Lil Dawg watched the two curvaceous super heroines leave.  He shook his head.  They cared more for the glory of saving their friends than they cared about their friends. Shrugging, he pulled his cell phone.  Dialing a number, he admired the way their sweet round butts wiggled as they walked.  Just as the heroines rounded the corner and vanished, the other party answered.

           “Hello, Lance.  Sorry to wake you, but I thought I’d give you a heads-up, my friend.”

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          “Hey, I thought this address sounded familiar,” Dark Angel said as they snuck up on foot, having parked the car two streets over.

          “Didn’t you live here once?” Ms Glory said, glancing around.  It was still dark, so she wasn’t sure.  The area looked sort of familiar.

          “Yes.  I got a great deal on this house.  It was a bank repo,” Dark Angel said.  “I completely gutted, then renovated it.  Then sold it.”

          “Oh, this is one of the houses you flipped,” Ms Glory said.  “Then you should know a lot about the layout.”

          “I do,” her Super Sexy Mentor said, grinning.  “Follow me.”

          The two story, forty-two hundred square-foot house was perched on the side of a hill, overlooking the city.  It was a spectacular view, too.  It was white stucco with a red terracotta roof.  There wasn’t much yard, thanks to the steep incline, but there was a small infinity pool in back.  It was also completely surrounded by high, dense shrubbery.  The perfect place to film porn movies.

          “It’s completely dark, Honey.”

          “I know.  It’s probably just used as a movie set,” Dark Angel said.  “I don’t see any sign of a security guard.  No cars parked in the drive or on the street.  We’re in like Flint.”

          The two scantily clad super heroines circled the house twice, checked in every nook and cranny, under shrubs and behind trees.  There was no security system or guard, no one to sneak up from behind and jump them.  So they were pretty confident when Dark Angel used her lock-picking skills to open the back door.

          “Where did you learn that, Honey?”

          “I had to.  When you buy and flip houses, sometimes you forget or lose the keys,” she said.  “It comes in handy in times like this, too.”

          “You are a regular Renaissance Woman.”

          “I know.  Maybe I should reinvent myself, and call myself: Renaissance Woman.”

          Giggling softly, they moved inside and closed, locked the door.  It was absolutely quiet and dark inside.  Since they didn’t want to alert any nosy neighbors, they couldn’t turn on any lights.  So they were forced to use the dim moonlight slanting through the windows.

          The house was tastefully decorated.  Hardwood floors, that their stilettos clacked loudly upon.  The furniture was mostly black leather, and looked expensive, too.  The only thing wrong was the thick stench of SEX.  Old sex, stale sweat and the aroma of body oils, all mixed together.

          “So this is what a porn set smells like.  Yuck.”

          “I’m going to enjoy this,” Dark Angel said.  She wasn’t going to admit it to her friend, but Lance Hardwick had slipped her a mickey two years ago at a club, and took her home for some wild sex.  Sex he’d recorded for posterity on video.  Then he’d called some porn actor friends, and they’d passed her around for a few hours.  Filmed every second of it, too.  He’d tried to blackmail her into porn, but she’d argued that it was self-defeating to submit to porn to keep a sex tape secret.  So instead they’d forced her to participate in their three-times-a-week orgies, passing her around like a cheap whore.  Fortunately, as Dark Angel she’d broken into his house a month later, and stolen all of the videos.  “This guy is a first-rate sleazebag.  I’ve been waiting a long time to nail him, and tomorrow is the day.”

          “Yeah,” Ms Glory said, remembering her own dark encounter with Lance Hardwick.  It was in college, Freshman year.  They had gone to the same high school, same graduating class, and she recalled he was a first-rate jerk and sleazebag back then, too.  Once, at a party halfway through their Freshman year, he’d brought her a glass of punch. One sip, and she didn’t remember anything until she’d woken up in a sleazy motel with five of her classmates, including Lance.  They were all naked, and she was sticky with cum. Three months later, she’d had a secret abortion.  She HATED that man.  “He’s getting what he deserves from us, that’s for sure.”

          “Divine Justice, I’d say,” Dark Angel said, heading towards the stairs.  “Let’s scout out a good place to hide upstairs.  Maybe in a closet or something.”

          There were four bedrooms upstairs, with all the doors closed.  The vivacious vigilante vixens paused to consider.  They wanted easy access to the balcony that overlooked the Great Room where they suspected all the porn action would take place.

          “I hate porn,” Dark Angel snarled.  “Porn producers destroy the lives of so many vulnerable you women, coming to Hollywood with stars in their eyes.  It makes me sick.”

          “This is going to feel so good, in so many different ways,” Ms Glory said.  “Why don’t you check out those two rooms, and I’ll see what’s in the other two?”

          “Sounds like a plan,” Dark Angel said, turning right. 

          The brunette walked up to the first door.  As she reached for the doorknob, she glanced over her shoulder at Ms Glory.  Ms Glory was reaching for her knob, and looking back at her, too.  They grinned and opened the doors.  Turning around, Dark Angel grunted at what she saw.  It was a bondage room, probably where poor young starlets got strapped down and fucked on film.  She took a step inside, and someone shoved the door closed and pushed her brutally forward.

          “Aaiiee!” she cried.  Someone tripped her as she stumbled forward, and she fell on a bondage device.  Four men were instantly on her, one on each limb.  Before her mind could fathom the danger, her wrists and ankles were locked down tightly.  The sexy super heroine found herself trapped in a bondage device, her shapely body horizontal and lying on a padded bench, with her wrists fastened to the front legs and ankles fastened to the back legs.  Dark Angel opened her mouth, took a deep breath, to call out a warning to Ms Glory, but someone stuffed a red ball gag in her mouth and buckled it around her head.  “Mmmggghhh!”

          “Gotcha,” the familiar voice of Lance Hardwick sneered from behind her at the door.

          Meanwhile, Ms Glory opened her door and stepped inside.  Immediately, she heard Dark Angel cry out.  Whirling around, she was about to charge to the rescue, when someone grabbed her long, silky hair and yanked her backwards.  The stunning super heroine stumbled backwards three steps, until two large men caught her.  They immediately pulled her arms up high and wide, and snapped her wrists into wide manacles attached to thick chains hanging from the ceiling.  Two other men grabbed her booted feet and snapped heavy shackles on them. 

          Ms Glory’s arms and legs were pulled wide and out, forcing her into a painful spread-eagle position, her feet just inches off the floor.  Then one of them forced a black ball gag into her mouth, and buckled it tight.  The lights snapped on, and she looked around to find four tall, muscular men in all black grinning lecherously at her.  She heard murmurs out in the hall, then Lance Hardwick stepped into the room.  He grinned at her, his dark eyes looking her stretched body over with appreciation.

          “Got you, too,” Lance said.  When one of the goons reached for Ms Glory’s silver Power Belt, he was stopped.  “No.  Leave the belt on.  It makes women horny as Hell. It’ll make her doubly helpless when we start fucking her.”

          Lance quickly supervised the setup of equipment in both rooms.  It had been a big week for him.  First he’d captured, fucked and unmasked Star Girl and Power Princess, discovering they were both Big Stars.  He was going to make a fucking fortune peddling their perfect asses in porno after porno.  He had already forced them to make a dozen porno shorts each, mostly girl-on-girl stuff, mostly with each other, both as Vanessa and Julianne and as Power Princess and Star Girl.  And now he had Dark Angel, who was bigger than the other three combined, along with the city’s newest super slut, Ms Glory. 

          “Hello, Dark Angel,” Lance said, stepping back into that room once everything was set and the cameramen were ready.  “Hop to it, people.  We’re about to roll.  No acting here, just plain good old American fucking, then a really sweet unmasking.”

          Once the camera started rolling, Lance forced Julianne Hough into the room and ordered her to strip her fellow heroine.  Julianne was wearing a white, silver-studded slave collar, matching leather cuffs and while stiletto pumps.  Nothing else but big silver hoop earrings.

          “I’m sorry,” Julianne whispered to her, but started slowly unzipping Dark Angel’s bustier. 

          Julianne slowly, sensuously removed the bright red bustier, playing to the camera.  Then she spent a few minutes fondling Dark Angel’s naked tits, though they were mostly pressed to the padded bench top.  Then she removed the thong bottoms, and started driving her friend crazy by fingering and massaging Dark Angel’s anus and twat.  She very quickly had Dark Angel panting furiously through the nose, fair skin starting to glisten with sweat as her sexy activities worked the Power Belt to drive her wild.

          Lance stepped into the camera shot at that time, wearing nothing but one of those masks Mexican wrestlers wore.  He drove his thick cock deep into her unprotected pussy, and started smacking her sweet round butt cheeks as he fucked her long and hard.  Within less than a minute Dark Angel’s spectacular body betrayed her.

          “Uuguuugggghhh!  Uuggggghhh!” she cried into the gag.  That left her head spinning.  After another three forced climaxes, she didn’t have a thought in her pretty head. Then Lance filled her pussy with cum, and forced her to cum really hard.  “Aaaaaagghhhhh!”

          “Good girl,” Lance sneered, then lay himself atop her sweaty back as she panted through her nose, dark blue eyes bleary with the afterglow.  He pulled her head back by her long, silky dark hair, reached up and took hold of the edge of her mask.  “I think everyone wants to know, who are you.  Who.  Who-who.”

          “You suck at singing, man,” one of the goons said, laughing.

          “But I excel at taming super heroines,” Lance said, and slowly pulled her mask off.

          “Holy Shit!  It’s Monica!” one of the others said.

          “No, moron, it’s better.  This is none other than Courtney Cox,” Lance said, jubilant.  “And what a great name for a porn star.  Cox.  Hahaha!”  He got up and leered down at his conquest.  “Fuck her, boys.  Fuck her until her brain pops out her ears.”

          He stood back and watched as one man mounted her sweet asshole, and another removed her gag to shove his cock down her throat.  Courtney sucked him down almost eagerly.  She was such a raging slut.  But all heroines were.  Which reminded him…

          “One down, one more to go,” Lance said.

          He found Ms Glory waiting in the next room, still strung up spread-eagle.  She didn’t look happy.  This time, Lance brought in Vanessa Hudgens.

          “You know what to do, Nessa,” Lance sneered.  “Make it sexy, or else.”

          With the cameras rolling, Vanessa strutted up to Ms Glory in nothing but black thigh boots.  She did a sexy little dance all around Ms Glory, while running her hands all over the other captured super heroine.  Ms Glory’s Power Belt energized her libido to the max during that dance, forcing her to enjoy the feel of Vanessa’s soft but sure hands as they caressed her upper thighs and butt, as those delicate fingers slipped up under the heroine’s thong and penetrated her aching, moist cunt and massaged her throbbing clit.  The sexy super heroine groaned when Vanessa ran fingers through her silky light brown hair, then thrust a hot, wet tongue deep into her ear.

          “How can I make you more pretty for my master?” Vanessa cooed sweetly.  “I know.”  With that, she unzipped Ms Glory’s shiny copper-colored bustier and whipped it away.  The cameras zoomed in on the captured heroine’s bouncing tits for a second.  “Mmm, nice tits, babe.”

          Positioned behind Ms Glory, Vanessa raked long nails across the heroine’s firm, tan titties, down that flat, rock-hard belly.  She picked up a pair of scissors, and SNIP… SNIP… Ms Glory’s thong was gone.  Then Vanessa knelt between Ms Glory’s wide-spread legs, and buried her beautiful face in that bikini-waxed snatch.

          Slurp.  Glug.  Gulp.  Slurp.

          “You may think you’ll escape in the end, but you won’t,” Lance said to Ms Glory.  “As you can see, your little friend here thought she was tough.  Thought she was strong and could endure.  But as you can see, after only a couple days she’s totally devoted to me.  Vanessa is tamed, baby, and she loves it.  Don’t you, babe?”

          Vanessa briefly paused from her pussy munching.  “You know it, master.  I am yours, body and soul.”

          As Vanessa concentrated on sucking Ms Glory’s hyper-sensitive clit, Lance stepped around back.  Ms Glory’s light green eyes widened and her body tensed as he started fondling her tits from behind.  She felt his stiff cock poking her well-rounded butt, and knew he was about to start her taming with it.  As horny as she was, it wouldn’t take long, and she knew it.

          Worse, Vanessa was really good at what she did.  Extremely good.  The girl could eat pussy like no one else.  Ms Glory’s shapely body was trembling with suppressed need.  A need to release a mind-numbing climax consumed her, but the valiant vigilante fought that dark urge.  She knew that once she climaxed, it was all over.  Once she started climaxing she would lose all control over her body and mind.

          Lance buried his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder, and started kissing and sucking.  It felt divine.  Ms Glory felt her resolve slipping.  It was so hard to fight them, and it would feel so good to submit.  It would be easy to lose herself in sex and debauchery.

          “You’re so beautiful,” Lance said.  “And you smell great.”  He removed her ball gag, but claimed her lips before she could say anything.

          “MMmmmmm,” they groaned in unison.

          The helpless heroine’s determination slipped, and Vanessa’s activities suddenly overwhelmed her.  In an eyeblink her hot, sweaty body went from zero to one thousand, and she felt a powerful climax explode deep in her belly.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

          “Holy Shit!” Vanessa cried.  “She came in my face.  She SPRAYED me.”

          “Cool.  Did you get that on film?  Yes?  Great,” Lance said, feeling good.  So he guided his hard cock straight up to Ms Glory’s back door.  “Open wide, Glory Slut.”

          “Uuuggghh,” Ms Glory grunted as his too-big cock penetrated her ass.  “So… big…. hurt.”  Her eyes widened as Vanessa began intensely sucking on her clit.  “Wait… I can’t… Oh Honey.  Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ooooh…. Mmmmmm.”

          Lance looked over Ms Glory’s shoulder, at the monitor bank showing what all the cameras were picking up.  He grinned behind his mask.  Ms Glory’s debauchment looked glorious.  Her perfectly tanned tits were bouncing all around as he pounded her ass fast and hard, her beautiful masked face was filled with surprise and her silky hair bounced as well.  One camera was doing a close-up of what Vanessa was doing to that sweet snatch, and it was erotic stuff.  So to top it off, and match the moment perfect, just as Ms Glory climaxed again, he pulled off her mask.

          “Oh…. my… GOD!  I’ve been unmasked on camera!” she cried.  “I am so FUCKED!”  That’s when she felt Lance coming up her ass, filling her with his hot seed.  And the most powerful climax of all hit her.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  One right after another.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Oh… Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhh!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhh!”

          Even though he’d come already, Lance was still hard, so he kept right on fucking her butt and forcing her to machinegun climax.  He grabbed a fistful of soft hair and forced her to look at the camera as she came over and over.

          “I defeated Ms Glory, and unmasked her to find Jennifer Fucking Aniston!  I OWN her ass, baby.  I own her,” Lance laughed.

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          Courtney looked up and through the back windows.  Julianne was laid out atop the pool’s diving board.  Vanessa was lying atop her.  They were 69ing on the board, as the cameras rolled.  She had a perfect side view, and felt her pussy start to tingle and ache as she watched how good those two were at eating each other out.

          She took a deep breath, and looked around the Great Room.  There were more cameramen.  More makeup and others milling about.  The first set of her next movie was almost ready to start filming.

          “How exciting.  My first porno,” Courtney muttered.

          “Our first porno,” Jennifer corrected her.

          Jennifer sat beside Courtney on a bar stool.  Both women were fully made up and scantily clad in sexy lingerie.

          “To think, four hours ago we were highly respected super heroines,” Courtney said.  “Now we’re about to embark on new careers in porn.”

          “We could still be rescued.”

          “Like Julianne and Vanessa were rescued?”

          “Good point,” Jennifer said, deflated.  “Here comes Lance.  It’s showtime, Honey.”

          “Let’s party like FRIENDS,” Lance said, and everyone but Jennifer and Courtney laughed.

          Courtney stood up and headed over when he waved for them.  She wore a red choker, red corset with garters hanging down to hold up red silk stockings.  Her feet were stuffed into a pair of red stiletto strappy pumps.  Jennifer followed, wearing a white choker, lacy white bustier with garters holding up lacy white stockings stuffed into white lace-up ankle boots with stiletto heels.

          “You know, Lance, I’m not sure Monica and Rachel would wear lingerie like this,” Courtney said.  “Maybe Rachel, but never Monica.  I know my character pretty well.”

          “Maybe, but I know my audience, so shut up,” Lance said, leering at them over his shades.  “The movie we’re making is called… BFF: Best Fucking Friends.”

          “Great,” Courtney said.

          “Wonderful,” Jennifer said.

          “Okay, the first scene we’re going to shoot is between you two.  Have you two ever really fucked each other?  No?  Shame.  Well, you’re natural born sluts, so you shouldn’t have a problem,” Lance said.  “Now, the scene is five minutes of Rachel on Monica, hot and heavy, action.  Then… Joey and Ross come in and catch you going at each other like oversexed minks, and they join in.”

          Jennifer and Courtney glanced at the two indicated actors.  They were pretty good doubles for Joey and Ross, too.  Close enough for porn, anyway.

          The two FORMER super heroines were positioned sexily, side-by-side, on a large leather couch.  Then-

          “Action.”

          “Oh, Honey, you’re so pretty,” Jennifer said.  She reached out and cupped Courtney’s face and leaned over.  “Give me a little kiss, Monica.  It’ll be okay.”

          “I don’t know, Rachel.  I’ve never done it with a girl before.”

          “Oh, Honey, it’s easy.  I’ve done it dozens of times,” Jennifer said.  She nuzzled Courtney’s cheek.  “It’s not cock in pussy good, but it’s good.  Just the thing to tide you over until you find another boyfriend.  So come on.  Let’s do it.”

          “Oh, okay,” Courtney said, and they kissed, long and deep.  “Mmmmmmm.”

          As they kissed, both women lost control.  Their kiss became more demanding, needier, hungrier.  Soon their hands were all over each other, groping, feeling, squeezing, raking long painted nails across silky smooth skin.  Lance’s smug smile widened.

          The camera missed nothing.  Quickly, Jennifer had Courtney out of her corset and began sucking on her friend’s milky white tits.

          “Oh yes!  Yes!” Courtney cried.

          “So beautiful,” Jennifer murmured.

          “You are so good to me,” Courtney groaned, starting to strip Jennifer out of her bustier.  “Let me be good to you, Sweetie.”

          Courtney straddled Jennifer on the couch, and started kissing her way down her friend’s neck, down to perfectly tanned tits.  After driving Jennifer wild with a few minutes of masterful tit-sucking, she kissed her way down the actress’s belly and down between those tanned thighs.  As Cece pulled Jennifer’s pussy lips open, and inserted her hot, wet tongue, Jen buried her fingers deep in Courtney’s dark hair.

          “Spread your legs wider,” Lance ordered.

          Jennifer obeyed, spreading her legs very wide as Courtney knelt between them and ate her out like a pro.  She’d thought Vanessa was good… but WOW.  Her body was quickly becoming all tingly, liquidy hot.  The super sexy actress did nothing to hold back the erotic, powerful climax building at super speed.  When the climax came, Jennifer arched her back dramatically, her hands in her own hair as she screamed.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” she cried.  “Oh God, Monica, you are my best fucking friend EVER!”

 

THE END