DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18. Flag Girl and Ms. Americana are property of Mr.X.

 

Authors 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. Americanafs well-beingcwhat you thought itfd be about them arresting bad guys?

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Ms. Americana & Flag Girl: Whorinf Ainft 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....