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Note: Flag Girl and Ms. Americana try to take down a drug lab, but Flag Girl
ends up having to whore herself out to pay for Ms. Americanafs well-beingcwhat
you thought itfd be about them arresting bad guys?
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Ms. Americana & Flag Girl:
Whorinf Ainft Easy
by
Sgt. Smiley
Flag Girl
could only shake her head and try to compose herself. Her short skirt blew in
the wind, and she still wore here red, white, and blue tube top that covered
her gorgeous 38D tits. She was only 19 and very thin, but she was an experience
superheroine. Tonight had been a complete disaster. Her and Ms. Americana had
been scoping out this drug lab for almost a week now, and had decided to strike
tonight. They had planned their entry perfectly...except Lydia Willis, Ms.
Americana's sidekick, was too overzealous and both of the women stumbled into
each other upon making entry.
It made
them look like amateurs. These two had been responsible for over 25 arrests in
the past week. They had been on a roll. But nooooo....I had to screw things up
by letting my emotions get the best of me, she thought.
Flag Girl
had followed to closely behind Ms. Americana, so when The Queen of Justice
stopped to strike her "super-pose". Flag Girl bumped right into her,
pushing Ms. Americana into a table full of pure cocaine. A few of the men had
jumped on top of them and pressed Brenda's face into the white powder, but Flag
Girl was able to fight them off with a few well-timed kicks. However, the
damage had already been done. Ms. Americana had inadvertently consumed more
coke than most experienced junkies. She started losing conciousness and
becoming unresponsive.
"What
else was I supposed to do?", she said to herself, "I dont know the
first thing about drugs or anything like that".
The drug
dealer in charge of the lab wasn't happy either, the last thing he needed was
the publicity that his drugs killed the city's favorite superheroine. He
quickly forgot about his destroyed lab and used his wits to provide a solution.
Wesley was always thinking on his feet, and it was one reason why he was so successful.
"Listen
blonde bitch, I can take her to an underground doctor who can heal her, no
questions asked....but it wont be cheap:
Flag Girl
looked confused,"Why is he underground?"
Wesley was
becoming agitated,"No you dumb bitch, just shut up and listen, with a high
profile patient like this, and the risk of you squealing on us...this isnt
going to be cheap"
Flag Girl
thought for a second,"If you can promise me that she'll be ok, we'll call
it even, and let you evil-doers go for now." She figured that sounded
fair, and strong, maybe she even intimidated some of them to retire from this
business. "Besides, Mr. Drug Dealer, she has lots of money....we can go to
an ATM once she wakes up and.."
"NO!",
Wesley shouted,"He only works when he's paid upfront, we need the money
now before he helps her, now i can spot the...I dunno 5 G's....but you're gonna
have to get the money before he's done!"
Flag Girl
was again confused,"I can't get money that fast! How am I going to do
that?"
Wesley was
furious now as he carried the passed out Ms. Americana...these bitches were
gonna ruin his business..."I dunno rob a bank, rob someone, steal
it!!!"
Flag Girl
innocently shook her head,"No i will never harm or take from a law-abiding
citizen of this great city"
Wesley
tossed Ms. Americana to the floor, her head thumping against the
ground...making one of her titties pop out. "Then whore yourself, a big
titty girl like you could make that money easy, and save your friends
life...nows not the time to be selfish!"
Wesley
picked the coked up heroine up and put her inside his vehicle, Ms Americana
began slumping back out of the car and mumbling to herself. Wesley didn't even
notice as he slammed the door and it whacked Ms. Americana on the head. Wesley
yanked the power belt off of Flag Girl, "I'm going to take this too, maybe
if she wears 2, she'll be twice as strong."
Flag Girl
looked like a deer in headlights. She hadnt even realized her belt was gone.
Would it really be that bad to make out with some boys to save her friends
life? She had made out with two boys in her time, and she figured it wasnt too
bad. She clenched her fists, she knew Brenda would do the same for her if it
came down to it, and now wasn't the time for inaction.
Wesley
hopped in his vehicle and rolled down the window, "Meet me on 10th street
& Clinch. You'll see my car. Have the money in 3 hours, or your friend is
toast. And seriously, we're putting our asses on the line for you and your
bitch, so dont fuck up!"
Flag Girl
was used to taking orders as a loyal sidekick, and she did not even hesitate as
Wesley shouted his demands to her. She would get the money and make up for
tonight's mishap.
She walked
along the street, she had seen hookers before, but never really found out how
they got customers. She passed a loud, rowdy bar and went in. It was packed to
the brim with people. Looks like everyone hear could be arrested for public
intoxication, she thought.
She knew
she was a good looking girl, so she figured, an uglier guy would be an easy
target. She walked up a fat man drinking by himself on the corner of the bar.
"Umm...excuse
me sir, I need to make some money, would you like to pay to kiss me?"
The old fat
man turned around and stared at the nubile teen's uniform, he was too drunk to
care about why this bimbo had a mask on. He smiled.
"Yea,
follow me to the back."
Flag Girl
and the old man went to the mens bathroom and the old man handed her a fifty.
Flag Girl kissed him on the cheek and started to leave the bathroom,
"Thank you sir!" Wow, that wasnt so bad at all....
The old man
grabbed her lucious breasts and forced her to her knees. He yanked Flag Girls
hair back and before Flag Girl realized what was happening, she had a 50 year
old dick in her mouth...forcing its way to her throat. The old man facefucked
the young teen for about 5 minutes. Constantly groping and slapping her face.
Her eyes looked up at him and pleaded for him to stop, but that only turned the
old man on even more. He came so hard, it almost choked Lydia.
A few more
patrons had come in to use the restroom but stayed to enjoy the show. The old
man slapped Lydia on the ass and left the bathroom pulling up his pants. Two
more men laid twenty dollar bills next to the blonde and unzipped their pants.
Both men started molesting and facefucking the blonde. She started to struggle
and plead with them. But they had paid their 20 dollars, and to them, thats all
she was worth.
"PLEASE....stopp!!!
Dont grab me so hard! I'll kiss you, just please stop this!!" She tried to
wriggle free, but her wriggling made her tits sway and ass grind harder against
her rapists, turning them on even more.
As word
spread around the bar, more men found themselves in the bathroom, donating 20$
to the blonde whore and them using her to dump their cum in. One hour and $364
later (one cheapass only paid 4 dollars), the manager picked Flag Girl up by
her hair and threw her out of his bar. "You tell all your little whores,
that I dont allow no tricks to be turned in my bar!! You get out and stay
out!"
She had
managed to grab most of the money laying around her while the owner kicked her
out, neglecting to pick up the remains of her costume. She still had a pair of
pink panties on, but her huge tits swang freely. She laid on the street for a
second, caked in cum and sweat and spit.
Spit? Who
the hell spit on me?
She heard
footsteps and immediately covered her tits. A black man, severely overweight
walked up to her. He was dirty and unkept....probably homeless, Lydia thought.
He pulled out a fat wad of twenties....apparently word travelled fast.
"Come
with me to the alley, I'll pay you $400 and I'll get you a shirt"
Lydia
nodded, she was too degraded to even speak, and picked up her money and
followed him to the alley.
He threw her
down on the ground. She had heard of making love, but she knew this wasnt it.
She was being fucked. His heavy body almost crushing her with every thrust. Her
gorgeous althletic white legs were spread open for this black monster. This
rich classy girl was being fucked on the street. Her perfect body being abused
by anyone who could afford it. She closed her eyes and thought of helping
Brenda.
The large
black man fucked the blonde college teen senseless. He forced his dick alll the
way in and came inside her. The idea alone sickened her, but she laid there and
took it. He slapped her around a little and laughed at the exhausted blonde.
She was too weak to even defend herself. He stood up and took all of the money
she had earned up to this point.
"Thanks
for the money bitch", he said before he walked away with over $364. She
laid and sobbed as she watched the fat man walk away with her money. She was
high-class, most likely to succeed, and she was laying butt naked in an
alleyway covered and filled with cum....with no money to show for it.
She covered
her tits and began walking toward Wesley's destination with her head held in
shame. All she had on were her pink panties and her mask. Nervously she tried
to find her way to the doctor where Brenda would be nursed back to health. A
couple of hobos ganged her on her way and fucked her silly. How many men had
enjoyed her body tonight? She didnt even know, she dumbfoundedly kept trying to
find her way to the street.
It was
about 4am now and she found 10th and Clinch. But there was no doctor, just loud
thumping music coming out of a night club. She sneaked around and found a back
door to make her way into the club without being raped again.
She snuck
around the back are to a door that said VIP ONLY. She figured someone in there
would know Wesley or atleast get her a shirt. She opened the door, and her
mouth dropped open.
Wesley sat
back in his chair with a huge smile on his face. He had Ms. Americana dancing
in the center of his VIP lounge, dancing for tips. Of course he would keep her
money, because she was too high to even know what she was doing. He noticed the
door open and a cute little blonde with bigass titties walked in meekly.
Wesley
stood up and started clapping,"Nice job, nice job....I didn't think youd
even last the night...so where's my money?"
Flag
Girl...still wearing her mask, almost started to cry, she had been duped from
the beginning. "I...I was robbed...I don't have any money."
Wesley
snapper his fingers and the dazed Ms. Americana moved near Wesley and he rested
his feet atop her slender back. He lightly kicked her head a couple of times,
and everyone in the lounge laughed outloud.
"Aww,
Flag Girl, dont feel bad for your friend, she has no fucking clue whats going
on..." The large man that had raped and robbed Lydia walked in and
handed Wesley a handful of cash, then he smiled at the blonde and left.
"...He
looks familiar doesn't he? You two bitches have earned me almost a 1000$
tonight, and who knows how much I'll get for these power belts..."
"NO!",
Lydia shouted, "Please...dont sell them, just let me take my friend and
go...havent you done enough?!" She was at her wits end, she was no longer
a superheroine, just a scared little 19 yr old girl.
Wesley was
a smart man, thats how he developed his highly addictive coke, and it's how he
had aquired this club. He knew when he had won, and he also knew when to stop
when he was ahead. If he kept humiliating these bitches, they might come back
for vengeance...and that just wasn't good for business. They were good pieces
of pussy, but money could get whatever pussy he wanted...with no fear of super
powers destroying a drug ring.
"Ok,
Flag Girl, here's the deal...you let me operate with immunity...I never see you
or Ms. Americana again, and I'll let you all free.....with one condition of
course...during me and Ms. Americana's time together...she told me she was
Brenda Wade. I see a check for six-figures by tomorrow afternoon, and I wont
show videotapes of her giving suckjobs in the back of my club for
money....Deal?"
Lydia
cringed at the thought of her mentor on her knees pleasing men. She thought for
a second and didn't know what to do....she wasn't used to being in charge. She
nodded despondently and Wesley smiled.
"Excellent,
well let's get you whores some clothes and have you on your way"
Wesley gave
them both white tshirts that were maybe 3 or 4 sizes too small for their huge
breasts. He pulled out a sharpie and wrote "slut" and
"whore" on the front of Lydia and Brenda's shirts...smacked their
asses and kicked them out of his club.
Most
skimpily clothed white women wouldnt last 2 seconds in that part of town, and
Lydia knew she was lucky to make it home safely...babysitting Brenda while she
was high was a huge chore, but luckily a taxi drove by and they took it back to
the mansion. She had to suck the driver to pay for their fare, he was a real
dick about it to. He was the kind of asshole that held your head down on the
dick and wouldnt let you up.
She carried
Brenda up to her bedroom and put her to bed, the effects were already starting
to wear off, but Brenda still needed a good nights sleep.
Lydia
walked into her room, wanting to take a shower more than anything else in the
world. She had been molested, groped and cummed on by too many men to count.
She removed her "slut" tshirt and reached to take off her power
belt......
Lydia's
mouth dropped open, "Oh shit!"
Later that
day....
Wesley
smiled as he saw the check from Wade Enterprises for $200,000. He sat back and
fantasized about how much he had raped Brenda Wade the previous night....and
she had PAID him for it. He laughed and looked up to the 2 power belts hanging
on his wall.
He smirked.
She'd have to pay him for those too....