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Ms Americana and Flag Girl are Copyrighted by Mr. X. This is pure sex and fetish oriented fan fiction, and I receive no pay or other benefit from it except getting my sicko jollies off. Please send all glowing praise and/or disgusted vitriol to Pigboy75@hotmail.com.

Ms Americana vs the Geek

By Pigboy

Brenda Wade sat at her desk, studying her computer screen. It was well past closing, but being the boss meant long hours sometimes. The company was losing money, and the accountants could not find where it was going. Then her phone buzzed.

"Hello, Wade speaking," she said, noticing it was an internal line coming through, so a lesser employee.

"Ms Wade, we found it," Jenkins said. "We've been hacked by some stinking college geek."

"You have to be joking. We have the world's finest security software," she said.

"That's true, Ms Wade, but he hacked us. His name is Henry Weinholt, age twenty-four," Jenkins said. "Calls himself 'Lord Geek.' He's a grad student at Delta City University, on a Wade Foundation Scholarship, no less. A bona fide computer genius."

Brenda sat back, baby blues narrowed as she ground her teeth. She knew Henry Weinholt. The dictionary should have his picture under the word "Geek." He came from a poor family, so Brenda arranged his scholarship, because a mind was a terrible thing to waste. And this was how he repaid her kindness and generosity.

"Thank you, Jenkins," Brenda said. "Well done."

"No problem, ma'am," he said. "You want me to send Wade Security over to snatch him up? Or call the police?"

Brenda thought about it a moment. It was never a good idea to advertise that your security wasn't perfect. Calling the police would bring about investigations, and publicity. She didn't need that.

"I'll take care of it, Jenkins. Give me all you have," she said.

Two hours later, Ms Americana and Flag Girl were standing on the sidewalk in front of an old, ill-kept frame house near the campus. They were decked out in their legendary red, white and blue costumes, looking hot and sexy. Ugly scowls covered their faces below their masks, ruining an otherwise perfect picture.

"Lord Geek doesn't know what is about to hit him," Ms Americana said.

"Holy Ingrate, Ms A," Flag Girl said. She flipped her bouncy, golden pigtails back behind her shoulders and started adjusting her top, with the large round cutout exposing deep cleavage. Then she tugged down on the pleated, micro-mini skirt of red and white vertical stripes. "I still can't believe that little mousy Henry Weinholt is capable of this. Just goes to show that appearances can be deceiving."

True, Henry didn't look like the criminal type. He was only five foot five, which was even shorter than Flag Girl in her stocking feet. He had narrow shoulders and wide hips, giving him a pear shape. His hair was a thick mess of curls. Henry's nose was twice too big, and he virtually had no chin. Add coke bottle eyeglasses and he was the last person you'd suspect of being a criminal.

"He lives alone, so there is only the one little, pathetic excuse for a man inside," Ms Americana said. "I don't even know why you insisted on coming along. Either one of us could've taken care of this."

Ms Americana glanced at the small leather case in her left hand. Inside was a syringe and three drugs. Truth, obedience and memory serums. They would shoot him up, make him confess and then force him to return all of the stolen monies. Then they would wipe his memory of ever stealing anything. She would turn Henry into a model citizen. Hopefully.

"I need more practice administering the drugs," Flag Girl said. "Practice makes perfect, right Ms Americana?"

"Right you are, Flag Girl."

They strode up to the front door and knocked. The two super sexy super heroines grinned at each other. They rarely knocked, but since Henry was so weak and pathetic, and he was such a sleazy ingrate, they wanted to SURPRISE him with their arrival in the most amusing way imaginable.

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when he opens this door," Flag Girl muttered, hearing him approaching on the other side of the door.

"Hello?" Henry said, as he opened the door. His eyes almost bugged out as he froze, gawking at the two curvaceous crime-fighters. "Ack!"

"Ding dong, heroines calling," Ms Americana said.

Henry slammed the door and locked it. They heard him running away, towards the back. They grinned at each other even more fiercely. It was better than expected.

"Run around back, Flag Girl, and make sure he doesn't escape out the back door," Ms Americana said, and promptly lashed out with a foot and kicked the front door in.

Flag Girl raced around to the back. The back door was still locked, so she kicked it in and jumped inside. "Ah-ha! Surrender, miscreant!"

But there was no one to see. She frowned, and stood up straighter. A second later Henry stepped up behind her, threw an arm around her neck and got the sexy sidekick in a headlock. Before Flag Girl realized what happened, he pressed a wet cloth to her face.

"MMmmmggghhh," she cried, smelling the heady scent of chloroform invading her nose and lungs, scrambling her mind and making her limbs heavy and sluggish. The pretty protégé sucked in a deep breath out of instinct, too late realizing her mistake. Since she was keenly vulnerable to that gas, in less than a minute her big blue eyes fluttered, her body completely relaxed and she was out cold. "Hhhhhhhhmmmm."

"One down, one to go," Henry whispered as he gazed down at the gorgeous blonde super heroine at his feet. He removed her power belt, handcuffed her wrists behind her back and tossed the belt in the freezer. "Don't go anywhere, super babe."

He left the cloth on her upturned face, and picked up another cloth and the brown bottle of chloroform. Henry could hear Ms Americana's stiletto boots clacking on the hardwood floors up front, checking every room. She was approaching the kitchen, so he took the back stairs up, hurried down the upstairs hallway, and down the front stairs. As quietly as he could.

"What a moron," he muttered, spotting Ms Americana's back. She was moving towards the kitchen. "Won't she be surprised when she finds her sexy sidekick already taken out."

The super stacked super heroine slowly opened the swinging kitchen door, and spotted her pretty protégé. She gasped and rushed in.

"Flag Girl! My Goddess, what happened to you?" Ms Americana cried, dropping to one knee beside the blonde-pigtailed nineteen year old. Then a wet cloth was slapped over her face from behind. "Mmmggghhh!"

The Queen of Justice got a healthy whiff of the intoxicating fumes. She felt her world shift and spin a bit, but she clamped down on her breathing, and quickly exhaled. Henry hung on for dear life as she lunged to her feet. She was so much taller, his feet dangled and kicked at air. She was about to toss him off, when he pulled her top down, causing her titanic and legendary 38Gs to pop free. That caused her to gasp in another breath.

"That's it, Ms Americana. Breathe. Suck it in, babe. Breathe deep, and then daddy will take good care of you," Henry said, hanging on tight and keeping that chloroform pad firmly over her mouth and nose. He'd done a lot of research on super heroines, their strengths and weaknesses. And he especially studied Ms Americana, concentrating on the few times someone had gotten the drop of the sexy super heroine and captured her. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Ameri-babe. I got your number. And in a few minutes we're going to become intimately acquainted."

Ms Americana dropped to her knees with a low groan. It sounded so miserable. When her arms fell to her sides, Henry started fondling her huge tits.

"What took you so long?" Henry said into her ear. "I've been bleeding Wade dry for sixteen months. I expected her to send over your sweet ass a year ago." He reached down and unfastened her power belt, and tossed it aside. "You won't be needing that anymore."

"Uuummmmm," Ms Americana said, mind complete blank and darkness almost complete enveloping her.

Once the belt was removed, she was de-powered and any semblance of resistance vanished. Ms Americana's baby blues rolled up and she was out. Henry laughed and released her. She fell face first to the floor, her sweet round ass stuck up in the air.

"Oh, opportunity is knocking, baby," Henry said, his dick growing hard at the sight of her ass sticking up and all inviting. He pulled her blue, star-spanked costume bottoms down, exposing her moist and glistening, bikini waxed twat. "Oh, God, I can't resist."

Henry unzipped, pulled out his aching cock, and pushed it into the Queen of Justice's sweet puss. "Ooooooooh," Henry groaned. At twenty-four, he was still a virgin. Situations were changing. "Oh, yes. So tight. So good. Oooooohhhh."

Quickly, Henry was humping the hell out of Ms Americana's cunt. For his first time, the uber geek fucked like a maniac. Fast and furious. Grunting, drooling, gasping. Totally zonked out, Ms Americana, the object of his desires and lust and erotic attention, just took it passively, still unconscious.

Okay, he was a virgin fucking the hottest babe in the world, so he only lasted thirty seconds before creaming her cunt canal.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m a MAN!" Henry cried, smiling serenely and sat down on the floor behind his super heroine "conquest."

Unknown to the sex sated geek, Ms Americana's super human body was recovering quickly. The short but sweet fucking only energized her shapely body, causing her blood to flow faster, causing her to RECOVER faster. So as Henry basked in his victory and first fuck, Ms Americana's baby blues popped open.

"Break's over," Henry said to himself. "Time to get these two super cunts down into the basement, and start filming my super heroine porn video."

"That doesn't work for me," Ms Americana said, rolled up on her knees and backhanded the shocked geek brutally. "Prepare to suffer the wrath of Ms Americana!"

"Eeks!" Henry cried, starting to crawl away.

Ms Americana rose sensuously to her red booted feet. Glowered at the slowly escaping geek, then reached down and pulled up her bottoms, and then her top. Once she was properly covered, she turned on Henry. He reached the kitchen table at that moment, and her baby blues went wide.

"If you so much as touch that bottle of chloroform I will…," she growled. Too late, Henry snatched it up and reached for the spare cloth on the table. The super sexy vigilante lunged at him. "No!"

Henry squealed like a ten year old school girl, and ran away without the cloth. Ms Americana paused, glanced at Flag Girl. Her protégé was still out cold. Henry had a bottle of chloroform, and presumably had more cloths in the house. Henry was too dangerous to let escape. So she took off running after him.

The frightened geek was down, but not out. Being a geek, he planned extensively. He foresaw most scenarios. Not that particular fuck up, but still, it was within the parameters of possible outcomes. Henry had a backup plan to deploy.

Hearing the shapely super heroine coming after him, but not in sight. Henry charged upstairs. He stopped at the bathroom door, and SMASHED the bottle of chloroform on the tile floor. Slamming the locked door closed, he quietly slipped into the room across the hall. Seconds later Ms Americana charged up and went straight to the bathroom door.

"Come out, Henry. You cannot escape," Ms Americana said, rattling the doorknob. "You really think a locked door will stop me?"

When he didn't answer, she feared he was slipping out the window. Ms Americana kicked next to the doorknob, smashing the door open. She charged in, and found nothing. Even the window was closed, but she ran over to check in.

SLAM! CLICK.

"Great Liberty, he tricked me," Ms Americana said, scowling. Then something much more sinister registered. "CHLOROFORM!"

The room was filled with the odor of chloroform, and she looked down to see the shattered bottle. She instantly realized it was a trap. The intoxicating affects of that most insidious drug began clawing at her senses, started to drag her down. Instinctively, she sucked in a deep breath and held it. Then she realized sucking in a breath first wasn't a good idea. The fumes were pretty thick. Her mind started to spin and tip this way and that.

The statuesque super heroine staggered to the door and tried to pull it open. She didn't realize why she was so weak, then glanced at her waist.

"My power belt!" she cried. "I've been de-powered."

"I've locked the door from this side, Ameri-bimbo," Henry called through the door.

"You won't…," Ms Americana fell to one knee, shaking her head to clear it. It wouldn't clear. "…I'll….I'll….oooooohhhhhh, my Goddess…I can't……uuuugggghhh."

Ms Americana's eyes rolled up and she fell face first to the floor. Henry waited another five minutes, then glanced through the space below the door. Ms Americana's head was inches from the door. He grinned to see the drool pooling around her slack lips.

"The high and mighty Ms Americana is down and out. Again!" Henry said, unlocking the door. He took a deep breath of fresh air, opened the door, grabbed Ms Americana by her silky black hair, and dragged her sweet ass out into the hall as fast as possible. He closed the door right away. Later, he would come up and open the window to let the chloroform evaporate out of the house. "I think we're back on track, Ms Ameri-PORN STAR. Shall we retire to the basement?"

Henry wasn't strong enough to carry the unconscious super heroine. He was forced to drag her by her hair down the hallway, down the stairs, and then down into the basement. She was starting to come around by the time he got her down into the basement. So Henry had to work fast. That bottle of chloroform was all he had, and it was gone now.

There were rings set in the concrete floor. A circle of steel rings. He put the Queen of Justice in the middle of them and fetched some rope. He remembered her erotic position from earlier, upstairs, and recalled it fondly. So Henry put her face down, ass high. Then he tied her ankles to rings about three feet apart. More rope was wrapped around her thighs, just above the knees, and then the loose ends ran to rings to Ms Americana's front left and right. That would keep her from closing her thighs.

"We can't have her sitting up, either," he said, grinning. Henry tied one end of a rope to her right thigh, just above the other bindings. He ran that rope up and around her slender throat a couple times, then back down to her left thigh. "That'll keep her in position."

To finish Ms Americana off, he tied her wrists together, then her elbows together. Then a rope was ran from her wrists up to a ring in the ceiling, and pulled taut. With the sexy super heroine secured, he rolled over a small machine. He attached a long appendage with a ten inch rubber dildo attached to one end. Then he attached a second appendage, just like the first.

Moving the fucking machine up closer, he carefully guided the dildos up to her pussy and ass. Then he really enjoyed himself by forcing both into her shapely body. He flipped a switch and ….CHUG-CHUG-CHUG-CHUG!...and the two dildos began pumping in and out of the vanquished vixen's pussy and ass. As one slide back out, the other slide deep inside. Over and over. Deep. Fast.

"Uuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried. With her mouth open, he stuffed a bright red ball gag between her teeth and strapped it down. "Mmmuuuuggghh!"

"You never looked lovelier, my pet, or more vulnerable," Henry said. Then he started up the stairs. "Time to get sweet little Flag Girl down and trussed up sexily."

"YOU!" Flag Girl cried when he got to the kitchen. "Release me this instant, or suffer my wrath!"

"How can I suffer your wrath if YOU are the one all tied up?" Henry said. He laughed. "You are such a moronic BIMBO."

"Aaagghhh! Ms Americana!" Flag Girl cried. "Ms Americana will take care of you."

"Really? Ms Americana? Is she here, too?" he said, and laughed. He walked across the kitchen, and picked up Ms Americana's golden power belt. Flag Girl's eyes went wide as she gawked at it.

"What's this? I hope it isn't important," Henry said. He walked over to the sink and turned on the water. Then he turned on the garbage disposal, and started shoving that all important belt down the disposal. "You know, I heard that accessories really make the super heroine." Then a moment later. "There. All gone. I hope it didn't damage my disposal. This is a rental house, and I'd lose my deposit."

Flag Girl's mind was reeling. That was Ms Americana's only power belt. It would take another six months to create another. She looked down at her own narrow waist, and found her belt missing. It wasn't anywhere she could see it. Glancing at the sink, she had a bad feeling.

"What have you done?" Flag Girl whispered.

"I've sealed my victory, Flag Cunt," Henry said.

Henry seized the stunned, handcuffed sidekick. The uber geek grabbed her by the hair and forced her down into the basement. Flag Girl gasped upon seeing her beloved mentor and personal heroine, Ms Americana, trussed up and helpless, being double-fucked by a fuck machine.

"Ms Americana!" she cried. "Help me!"

There wasn't anything the sexy super vixen could do. "Hhhhhgggghhhh." And that was more from what the fuck machine was doing to her oversexed, super shapely body than anything her protégé said. Indeed, the vanquished vigilante barely registered Flag Girl's outcry. She had bigger problems, namely an Aphrodite cursed body quickly ramping up to a monster, bitch taming, super heroine ripping orgasm.

Ms Americana's body was afire, burning up with erotic pleasure like she'd never felt and known. The fucking machine was fast. It was relentless. There was no mercy from that machine, and it was pounding her libido into mush, and about to thoroughly tame her wild and free spirit. Worse, Ms Americana knew and understood it.

<My Goddess!> Ms Americana cried silently, her baby blues crossed and drool leaking out around the ball gag. Her spectacular body was quivering in suppressed energy, ready to explode at any second. <I am not worthy! I have been defeated and…and…..TAMED!"

Aloud, Ms Americana greeted that soul searing orgasm with a resounding, "Uuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uuuuggghhhh! Mmmggghhhhh!"

"I think your beloved mentor, Ms Americana, just said, 'I'm your fuck toy, Henry, fuck me.'" Henry said, chuckling. Ms Americana climaxed again. They watched with, him with gleeful eyes, her with horrified eyes. "Now it's your turn, Stupid Girl."

Henry dragged the feebly struggling sidekick to a benchlike piece next to her mentor. It looked like a modified sawhorse, with black leather covered padding along the top beam. To either side, narrow and padded runners were placed. Flag Girl was forced to straddle the bondage device. She was laid flat on it, belly down, where Henry buckled a leather collar around her neck. That collar was attached to the end of the bench, with a very short chain. The sexy sidekick couldn't sit up now.

With Flag Girl held in place, Henry forced her to bend her legs at the knees until the long stilettos of her boots were pressed to her round white ass cheeks. Then he bound her ankles to her upper thighs extremely closely, tightly. Then to make her kinda look like her mentor, he fastened a chain to her handcuffs, and pulled it up and taut, linked to a pulley system on the ceiling.

"Uuugggggggggggg," Flag Girl groaned. "You will pay for this, Henry!"

Henry walked around her a few times, savoring his victory and success, while enjoying the erotic view of his two prisoners. Then he stopped in front of Flag Girl and unzipped.

"I've already fucked Ms Americana. Now I want a blow job," Henry said, holding her head up and admiring her full, red lips. So pretty. So red and shiny. So FUCKABLE. "Open wide, Flag Bimbo."

"No! Never! You can't make me, geek," Flag Girl snarled.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, let's test that theory, shall we?" Henry said.

Flag Girl watched him walk over to the wall. Upon that wall were dozens and dozens of BDSM gear. Shackles. Cuffs. Spreader bars. WHIPS!

"Oh," Flag Girl said in a tiny, little girl squeak. Henry pulled a wicked looking riding crop down. It was about three feet long. Black leather. Her mouth went dry and she had to lick her lips. "Wha-what are you going to do with that?"

"Me?" Henry said, then brought the crop down hard across a table. The sound was like a rifle firing. Both Flag Girl and Ms Americana jumped within their tight bonds. "I'm going to administer discipline, why do you ask?"

"Oh. Please," Flag Girl squeaked out, struggling weakly in her bonds. "Perhaps we can work something out?"

"Hmmm, maybe," Henry said, stopping next to Ms Americana, just three feet in front of Flag Girl's face. The two super heroines were facing each other, though Ms Americana was really facing down. Henry smiled wickedly, watching the fucking machine working the quivering super heroine over. Then he lifted the crop, and brought it down across Ms Americana's quivering ass cheeks.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Nooooooooooooo!" Flag Girl cried, as Henry started whipping every square inch of the mighty Queen of Justice's back, butt, and legs. Soon her perfect white skin was crisscrossed with angry red welts. "Stooopppp! I'll suck you! I'll suck you off!"

"Really?"

"Yes! I'll do anything you say, just stop whipping her," Flag Girl cried.

"Sounds like a plan to me, baby," Henry said, and laughed as he whipped his cock out and Flag Girl gobbled it down immediately. The first few minutes she dutifully sucked, her head bobbing as much as her tight bonds would allow. He watched her full, red lips gliding up and down his shaft. He listened to her of groans go from disgust, to moans of pleasure. Very fast. Soon she was eagerly sucking, giving every impression of really loving what she was doing. "Ah, it is good to see my research was not in vain."

Everything he found said that sex was like crack to super heroines. They fought like wildcats to avoid it, because they knew it was deadly to them. Once a heroine got started sucking or fucking, they quickly lost themselves in the act. Flag Girl proved that right. And Ms Americana seemed to be proving it correct, too.

Flag Girl's limited movement kept her from giving Henry the blow job he really wanted. But it wasn't all bad. Instead, he grabbed both of her pigtails, and started fucking her face with wild abandon. All the sexy super heroine could do was let him have his fun. After a few minutes, he pulled out and spewed hot, sticky cum all over her beautiful, masked face.

Stuffing his cock back into his pants, Henry knelt beside Ms Americana's head. He removed her ball gag.

"Ms Americana, you love me more than life itself," Henry said. "You are trash, filth, and worthless. You're only value is as my personal slave. You will obey me without thought of qualm. I am your world, your moon and stars, your sunshine. I own you, body and soul."

"Ooooooh," Ms Americana groaned. "You own me."

Henry smiled at Flag Girl's startled face.

"Once super heroines start to climax, over and over, they are easy prey," Henry said. "A climaxing super heroine is a snap to brainwash. By morning, BOTH you and Ms Americana will be by absolute slaves, totally in love with and devoted to me."

"You monster!" Flag Girl cried.

"Ah, no denial, I see. So you know it's true, too," Henry said, chuckling. He tapped Ms Americana on the cheek. "Listen us, Super Slut. Who is your master?"

"You are my master."

Henry grinned at Flag Girl. "Any question?"

Henry Weinholt moved a second fucking machine up behind the super sexy sidekick, and soon she was squirming and climaxing, panting and crying out with pleasure. All he had to do was stand between the two super heroines, and feed them his brainwashing spiel. It was well rehearsed. As climaxing Aphrodite cursed women, they were helpless to do anything but absorb his mental abuse. They absorbed it, and became it. Long before sunrise, both women were irrevocably brainwashed, destroyed and his personal property. That night onward, they would obey, and love their submission and subservience.

Six months later, Henry Weinholt officially changed the name of Wade Enterprises to Weinholt Holdings. Wade Manor had been renamed Weinholt Manor a month earlier.

"Coffee, tea or ME, my beloved Lord Geek?" Brenda asked as she leaned over her lord and master.

Henry looked up and studied the gorgeous woman. For the last two weeks he had both of his women dressed like Jeanie of I Dream of Jeanie. Harem girl outfits.

Brenda wore a red silk number. Really, just the harem girl pants. She was topless. Brenda was always topless. That's how he liked his women. Her shiny black hair was pulled up into and through the top of one of those harem hats that Jeanie wore, with the silk veil hanging off it but pulled low to reveal the face. Lydia's harem outfit was exactly like Jeanie's in color, but also lacking the top.

Henry felt his cock stiffen as she leaned over him, her 38Gs swinging before his face. Dumb questions. He always chose her.

"Mount up, babe," Henry said. Brenda squealed with delight, pulling apart the Velcro nether opening, straddling his lap, and then impaling herself on his thick shaft. "Oh yeah. Life is good."

Brenda and Lydia were Henry's only house staff. He had let the others go. He needed more staff, but didn't want free-minded women, just devoted love slaves like Brenda and Lydia.

"Brenda," he said, enjoying the feel of his cock inside her thigh hole.

"Yes, master?"

"Do you know the secret identities of any of the other super heroines?"

"Mmmmm, so good, master….hhmmmm," Brenda groaned sensuously. "Mmmm, yes, master. I do."

Henry perked up. She did? Lord, why hadn't he asked before?

"Who?"

"Uuummmmgggh, master, I know….uuugggmm…I know Green Spectre is Axanna Morgan….uuugggghhh….I know ….uuummm….Angela Grear is Lady….uugghh…Midnight," Brenda said, riding his cock faster and faster, as her climax grew nearer and nearer. "Got Gal is …issss…..Tanya O'Donnel….oooohhhh."

"Wow! I can make ALL of them my love slaves, too!" Henry cried, overjoyed. "Any others?"

"I know them all, master," Brenda groaned out. "I'll help you get them all."

"Life is getting better and better," Henry groaned, and shot his wad deep inside Brenda. She gasped and then screamed her own orgasm. She always climaxed when he did. She was helpless to do anything else, because it just turned her on that much. "Let's make plans to lure them here, and take them down."

Brenda smiled wantonly at her master. "Your wish is my command, master."

THE END