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Donations, Conclusion
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Written by Thunderbolt1234, Raidrlsr@aol.com 
Warning 18
 years or older or get off my story 

All characters are property of others This story contains very
 descriptive scenes of sex, bondage, murder, rape, incest.


Ch 1

Angela Grear walked into the Delta City Court House wearing
 a tight red blouse and no bra.  She did her best to walk calmly
 and not to cause her breasts to bounce.  If they did, her nipples
 rubbed the silk material and got hard, poking out.

Several male employees looked and smiled seeing the District
 Attorney wearing such a risky outfit.  Down the hall in the distance,
 Max Schultz watched the attorney and spoke to himself.  “Ok so
 your not stupid, god I so love your tits, I did love to suck them 
nipples, now its payback time.”

Grear spent the day hiding in her office waiting for her day to end. 
 Just as she was about to leave, her cell phone rang.  The
 screen said “undisclosed location” and she answered cautiously.  

“Hello…who is this?”  The voice on the other end was muffled, 
being disguised.  “I saw the red top, I love your tits, so you agree
 to cooperate, go to 3517 Hanover Street, room 14, there will be 
a guy there waiting…do what he says…or else.”

The signal went dead and Grear trembled in fear.  

The address was a seedy hotel which Angela knew had been
 raided many times by the local police because of drugs and
 prostitution.  She wore a hooded sweatshirt and kept the hood
 up so no one could see her face.

Angela found room 14 and knocked.  A old man answered wearing
 a dirty t-shirt and cut off blue jean shorts.  “Come in, hurry so no 
one sees you.”
Grear quickly entered and could see the room was a disaster.  
The bed sheets where brown and dirt was everywhere.

The man looked at her closer and tapping her shoulder, made 
her turn so he could see her better.  Grear cringed and thought. 
 “Dear god no, not this scum, don’t make me have to please him.”

The man shuffled over to a table and beckoned for Angela to
 follow.  On the table was a mirror and four lines of cocaine.  
“I’m Jack, I know you have to do what I tell you so don’t give me
 any shit.”  He handed Angela a section of plastic drinking straw
 and pointed.  “Snort.” 

“I’m not going to do any drugs, I wont, you cant make me!”  
Jack stood a moment looking at her, then from his grungy 
jeans pulled a cell phone.  “I call, and tell the person on the
 line you refused, and…well you know.”
Grear tried her best to look unconcerned, but she finally broke 
down and sat at the table.  She grasped the straw with 
trembling hands and snorted the powder.  The first line burned 
her nose and she gasped holding her face.  She snorted the
 second line and cried out.  “OH…OH SHIT…IT BURNS!”

Jack grinned and slowly pulled off his shirt.  Grear groaned
 and looked around the room.  She was incoherent, all she 
saw was colors and swirls, her hands reached out for things
 floating before her and she smiled.

Jack handed her a small pipe and a lighter.  Grear took it
 and without thinking lit and smoked the crack.  Instantly she
 was floating, she could feel nothing.  The smoked swirled
 around her face and she began to laugh.  

Jack dropped his shorts and pulled off his dirty underwear.  
He unzipped her hooded sweatshirt and yanked it off, tossing
 it aside.  Angela held her head then tried to push his hands
 away.  “No…don’t…I feel so…oh shit wow.”  

Jack leaned down and kissed Grear who drugged, kissed
 back.  Her tongue searched and found his and she kissed
 with all the passion she could.  Jack took the edges of the 
shirt she wore under the hoodie and slowly slid it up and off.
  His cock was now hard as a rock and he gasped seeing her
 large tits bounce as he pulled off her shirt.  

“Take your  shoes and pants off, but leave your underwear 
on, I wanna take it off.”  Grear giggled and kicked off her 
shoes then almost falling, pulled off her pants.  She stood
 with just her thong on.  

“Well…do you like me, I work out…work out every day, I’m
 pretty aint I?”  Jack walked behind the former heroine and 
slipped his hands under her arms.  He cupped each huge 
breasts and roughly twisted each dark brown nipple.

He leaned into her and rubbed his cock between her ass 
cheeks.  “So your Lady Midnight…to me your just a cunt, a 
bitch to fuck.”  Angela’s drugged brain was now beyond
 comprehension.  She mumbled something and imagined 
several men who she dreamed of having sex with.

In her mind, she pictured a man named Carl who lived down
 the hall in her building touching her.  His hands ran down
 her sides and she felt her thong being slid down her long
 legs, then pulled off under her feet.  

Her legs weakened and Grear fell to the floor, rolling onto 
all fours and crawling towards the living room.  Jack followed
 laughing at her, his erection bobbing as he walked.  He 
dropped to his knees behind her and with one shove pushed 
his thumb deep in Grear’s anus.

The woman grunted and fell on her face.  Jack grabbed her
 hand and directed it to her pussy.  “Play with yourself,
 I want to see you cum.”  Grear felt her clit harden under her 
finger and began to rub it.  She moaned and tried to concentrate,
 get control of herself.  But soon she felt an orgasm building 
and she rubbed harder.  

Jack jammed his thumb back and forth making slurping 
sounds and making Angela cry out every time he plunged 
deeper.  His free hand twisted and pinched her dark brown
 nipples.  Grear arched her back and screamed in a tremendous
 orgasm.

Jack grinned and pulled out his thumb replacing it with his 
cock.  Grear was prone on her belly.  The cold dirty floor rubbed 
against her nipples making them so hard they stung.

Even though he had worked her ass over good with his
 thumb, her tight anus resisted his penetration.  “Fucking
 tight bitch, relax your ass, or I’m going to hurt you.”  Angela
 was now mumbling incoherent, the drug was now at its 
most potent.  Bracing himself on the floor, Jack rammed his
 cock deep in Grear’s ass.  

The young woman cried out in pain and tried to crawl away. 
 Jack was now mad and grab her hair roughly.  “I told you to
 fucking cooperate!”  He slammed her face into the floor over
 and over until she lay still.  

With her motionless, Jack pounded the injured woman for 
over an hour, stopping only to catch his breath.  “I’m cumming
…I’m cumming in your  ass…oh shiiiittt!”  His cock erupted
 deep in her ass with blasts of hot thick cum.  

Jack fell on Angela and passed out.  An hour later, he awoke
 and handed her the pipe again.  Grear smoked it then 
asked for more.  The last thing she saw as she closed her 
eyes was Jack hovering over her pushing his cock in her
 pussy.  Several hours later, Grear awoke with the sour taste
 of blood and cum  in her mouth.  Her face throbbed and
 she could feel Jack’s dick still in her cunt.

She crawled out from under him and shook with the feeling
 as his cock popped out of her abused pussy.  Grear stood 
unsteady and went to the grimy sink.  The water worked and 
she washed her face as best she could. 

Jack rolled on his back and looked up seeing two sweaty 
globes of Grear’s ass cheeks.  “You’re a good fuck, but you 
need to shut your mouth when I’m screwing you.”

Grear wanted to turn and beat the man to death, but she 
stopped.  “So what now, your blackmailing me, making me
 give you sex, what else?’  Jack stood and lit a cigarette.
  “I’m not blackmailing you, but I know who is, he owed me 
money…I took you instead.”

Grear almost broke down and cried.  “I AM JUST A DEBT,
 YOU FUCKED ME BECAUSE SOMEONE OWED YOU 
MONEY!”  Jack cackled out with laughter and flicked his 
cigarette at her.  “Yea, and it was repaid in full, you got 
such a nice big ass, tight bung.”

Grear collected her clothes and ran out of the room.  
Jack smiled seeing her leave and retrieved the hidden 
camera out of the wall.  He found his cell phone and
 called Schultz.  “Yea, I got it all, and shit you where right,
 she was a righteous fuck…I will deliver it tomorrow.”

Ch 2

Mickey Hall stood nude in the hallway just outside of 
Brenda Wade’s bedroom.  She lay on her silk sheets asleep
 but stirring and unaware Mickey had drugged her wine at
 dinner.  He had slipped a drug in her drink and smiled 
watching her rub her beautiful thighs together. 

The drug would just make her sleepy, but he had another 
medication to give him better control of her.  He walked
 towards her with a hypodermic needle.  

 He had gave her a powerful dose of Bremelanotide, a drug
 which stimulated the sexual center of the brain.  It also 
made the person dopey and easier to control.  

He dropped the empty needle in a waste basket and slipped
 in bed next to her.  

Hall smiled seeing that she slept nude and could smell the
 fresh scent of her bath soap on her skin.  He also grinned 
seeing she had a bruised cheek and a black eye from him.
  His hand gently ran up the length of her thigh and slid 
between her legs.  He tenderly opened the folds of her labia 
and found the tiny jewel hidden under its hood.

Brenda lightly moaned and shifted her position in her sleep,
 opening her legs more.  Hall leisurely rotated his finger on
 her clit amazed at how her pussy was getting wet so fast.  
The former heroine groaned and arched her back so his pussy
 pressed against his finger more.

Hall leaned down and captured her nipple in his teeth and 
lightly chewed on it.  Brenda shook with an orgasm, then 
before she could recover, had another.  She groaned out
 loud, grasping his wrist, and began to fuck herself with 
his hand.  Mickey looked down at her face frozen in ecstasy.
  “You see, I can be gentle and make you happy, if your 
cooperate.”

His hand rubbed each of her nipples and she moaned again
 as his finger pushed inward and slid inside her pussy.  He
 felt how tight she was and searched until he found what he
 thought was her G-spot.  Her teeth clenched and she gasped
 from the feeling.    

Her body was rocked by another orgasm and without realizing
 it, she was pushing her hips against his hand.  He had given
 her so many orgasms she lay in a drugged stupor and was 
delirious.  Hall slid on top of her and with care pushed his
 cock in her pussy slowly.

Brenda let out a long moan and reached around hugging 
Hall.  He closed his eyes and leisurely made love to her. 
 He took his time feeling each and every twitch she gave from
 his dick pushing deeper and deeper.

Even drugged she whispered, “I’m cumming oh god again!”  
Hall continued to fuck her for over an hour.  He finally closed 
his eyes tight and flooded her cunt with cum.

Brenda continued to sleep and without knowing, cuddled next 
to Hall.

Angela Grear awoke feeling sore and nauseous.  She rolled
 out of bed and fell on the floor on all fours.  With care, she 
stood, ran a shower and turned on her television.  What she
 saw made her scream.

The news had images of her smoking crack and snorting 
cocaine.  The images had large black squares to cover her
 body as she got nude and the reporter was announcing 
that District Attorney Angela Grear had been suspended 
until an investigation could be conducted.  

Her answering machine was filled with messages and she
 had slept through them all.  “Oh dear god no…no, please!” 
 She dressed quickly and tried to find her car keys.  A loud 
banging on her door made her jump.

“OPEN THE DOOR MS GREAR…DELTA CITY POLICE 
WITH A SEARCH WARRANT!”  Grear stood and almost fell
 trying to get to the door.  She opened it and her eyes gaped
 seeing four uniformed officers and two plain clothes detectives.  

“Ms Grear, we have a search warrant and if you could we
 need you to accompany us downtown.”  She was about to
 protest when the detective speaking took her arm and 
placed handcuffs on her.

The police swarmed over her apartment and in no time one 
officer found several small packages of what looked like 
crack in her purse, and a mirror in her room with cocaine 
residue on it.  Grear sat in a interrogation room and realized
 she was trapped.  She couldn’t tell anyone why she was 
at the crack house.  

If she did she would have to reveal she was pregnant and
 that someone knew her secret identity.  To protect herself,
 she asked for a lawyer and refused to answer any questions.
  But the damage was done, the media had her face over
 every paper, magazine and on television.

It took several hours to get before a judge, set bail and she 
got back to her apartment.  She opened her door and could 
see the apartment was a mess from the search.  As she 
walked in a hand grabbed her by the hair and tossed her 
across the room.  She landed on her ass and crashed into
 a table.  Angela stood in a rage and was almost immediate
 knocked down again.  A uniformed officer stood over her
 with a grin on his face…and her Lady Midnight costume in 
his hands.

“I found this when I was searching, found your hidden closet,
 but I didn’t tell anyone, guess I know your secret.”  Grear
 looked at her costume and then at the officer.  “I can 
explain…please, let me get up.”  The officer stood aside
 and Max Schultz walked in from her bedroom.  “Hi honey, 
how’s the bun in the oven, its mine you know.”

Grear recognized Schultz and looked at him in a rage.  
“You…you mother fucker, you raped me, you impregnated
 me…you son of a bitch!”  Schultz laughed and kicked aside
 her mask on the floor.  “Yea I did, I fucked you silly, and
 damn I am good, knocked up a super heroine.”

Angela crawled and collected her costume.  The cop 
stepped on one of her hands hard making her scream.  
“You wont be needing that, you see your coming with us.”
  Schultz patted the man on the shoulder and smiled at Grear.

My sisters kid Pauly, of all things a cop in my family, 
amazing, and look…you’re a hero and having my kid, its
 so unreal!”

As strong as Grear was, she began to cry.  Her tears dripped
 on what was once her costume bra top.  “What do you
 want…you ruined me, I am going to be arrested, I am 
going to jail.”

Schultz grabbed her arm and forced her to stand.  “Now
 you don’t think I would have the mother of my baby in jail,
 nah, I made arrangements for you to escape.”

Grear looked at him in shock, her head shaking negative.
  “I am turning myself in, you won, I am ruined.”  Pauly knelt
 and collected the costume as he stood, he ran his hand 
over her backside.  Grear yelped and jumped aside.  

Max laughed and pushed the fallen heroine into her 
bedroom.  Inside she screamed seeing a dead man on
 the floor, shot in the head.  Pauly pulled a handgun from
 the small of his back and waved the silencer end at 
Angela.  “See, this is a bum we found living in a dumpster
 behind your building.  And this is a Saturday night special,
 no serial  number, and someone…you…shot him and 
now are on the run.”

Grear turned was about to speak when Max touched a 
Tazer to her shoulder.  Angela jittered and fell to the floor
 dazed.  Pauly put the gun in her hand several different 
ways then dropped it on the floor.  Grear moaned and
 now knew what they where doing.

“You wont…wont get away with this…”  Max held a 
soaked rag over her face and smiled at her.  “We aint 
doing anything, you’re the murderer.”  Grear inhaled
 the fumes and passed out.  Max pocketed the rag and
 walked towards the apartment door.  “I left my cell
 phone in the car, I’m going to go and call for our flight. 
 You got an hour, pack her bag, mess up the joint 
and…fuck her.”

Ch 3

Heed read the report and shook his head in anger.  
“So we lost an embryo…how, Lu you told me we could
 keep the eggs preserved!”  The Asian doctor nodded
 quickly and tried to calm the tall villain down.  

“I’m sorry Edgar, one of the tanks had a bad seal, most
 likely something Doctor Potter did wrong.”  Heed paced
 and watched in the other room as Michelle finished 
packing her bags.  “I am going back to the United
 States, keep the last embryo safe…or else.”

Lu watched as Egghead and his daughter departed. 
 His goons carried the bags and leered at the Asian 
as they left.  Li Lu exited the hotel after he was sure the 
entourage’ had driven away and ran to his car.  

Several hours later he was at the warehouse where the 
Antavacron was located.  Alone in the building, he 
removed a sterile sample dish and placed it on the
 desk in front of him.  

Lu pulled his cock out of his pants and began to roughly
 pull on it.  He smiled thinking of what he was doing 
and his thoughts drifted to a hooker he knew in China.
  It didn’t take long before Lu cried out and squirted
 thick cum in the dish.

He had no time and moved quickly to a large device
 at the end of the building.  His cock bounced as he
 ran leaving drips of cum on the floor.  At the device, 
Lu poured the sticky cum in a aperture on the top of 
the device and flipped a switch.

The machine whined and before his eyes, his sperm 
was forced to fertilize the supposed destroyed embryo
 of Ms Americana.  He zipped his pants and waited for
 the device to finish.  “Sorry Egghead, I lied, the second
 embryo was not destroyed, it will be used to make…
my offspring!”

The device stopped and Lu pulled out the metal 
cylinder which contained the fertilized egg.  He quickly 
walked to the Antavacron and inserted the cylinder in the 
device.  With a deep breath, Lu activated the machine.  

The machine filled the room with a blue glow, then shut 
itself off.  Doctor Lu ran to the completion tank and stopped,
 his eyes agape.  Floating in the viscous liquid was his
 daughter.  Like Michelle she had long black hair but 
her body was smaller, her breasts though where huge.  

He could see the distinctive shape of her Asian eyes 
and her skin was pale.  Lu cried out in glee and hugged
 the glass.  “Now Heed, we will see who has the army
 of super soldiers.”

Ch 4

Pauly stuffed as much of Angela’s clothing in a travel 
bag as he could.  He stopped and smiled holding up 
a tiny pink thong which was almost see thru.  He grunted
 and forced the bag closed then tossed the luggage
 towards the door.

His eyes gazed at Grear, prone and defenseless, her large
 breasts barely contained in her blouse.  Pauly’s hands 
pawed and squeezed Grear’s large 38D breasts.  He 
pulled the blouse open launching button all over the room.
  
Her large brown tits bounced and quivered as he 
sucked and licked her nipples.  “God you got a nice 
set, mmmmm, shit so big!”  The police officer stood and 
undressed.  His foot hooked her hip and Pauly flipped 
Grear onto her face.  

His hands where immediate on her ass cheeks.  He
 massaged the large globes of flesh, pulling the cheek
s apart to look at her tiny asshole.  Pauly climbed on the 
heroine and aimed the head of his hard cock, pressing it 
against her pink pussy lips, and slowly slid in.  Even doped
 on chloroform, Angela let out a faint cry of pain.  

Pauly laughed and wrapped his hands around Grear’s
 head pulling her against him as he thrust forward. 
 “Ugh…so your Lady Midnight…ha…I’m fucking a super heroine!”

Max returned and cheered his nephew on.  “Yea fuck that 
bitch, screw her pussy good!”  Pauly closed his eyes and
 buried his face into Angela’s hair.  Max dropped to his knees
 and dug out his cock.  With a little coaxing, he pushed it
 down Grear’s throat.  

Schultz seized Angela’s ears and forced the full length of his
 penis down the woman’s throat.  He fucked her quickly so
 she could breathe every time he pulled out.  

In moments he moaned and rammed his cock balls deep.  
Squirt after squirt of thick cum slid down her throat.  Pauly 
also climaxed, pulling two handfuls of black hair out of 
Grear’s head as he did.  

Both men fell back sitting and laughing.  “Payback is a
 fucking bitch.”  

Both men carried Angela and her luggage to a waiting 
car and departed.  As they drove over the Mansfield Bridge,
 they tossed Grear’s Lady Midnight costume which was 
duct taped to a brick, off the edge.  Max watched it fall and
 splash in the water.  “Lady Midnight is dead.”

Ch 5

Hall decided to keep Brenda constantly drugged to better 
control her.  He also got her, in a stupor, to give him her 
computer access codes and most important…her 
account pin numbers.

For the next month, Mickey Hall spent all day at Brenda’s
 computer and transferred money to several private 
accounts of his in the Cayman Islands.  Then spent all
 night fucking the tall brunette in every position he could
 imagine.  

Hall injected the drug twice a day in her arm, ass, anywhere
 he found convenient.  The once super heroine staggered
 around the mansion and would pass out on a couch or 
chair.  Hall of course, would find her, toss open her silk 
robe and fuck her.

He also noticed her belly was getting bigger, nipples
where darker, and she leaked milk.  He would relax with 
his head between her huge breasts and suck her milk
 jugs dry.  

Brenda lay on her couch feeling Mickey chew and squeeze
 her nipples to make them spew milk.  “Mickey…I…I can
 feel the baby move…I feel so sleepy.”  Hall wiped milk 
off his lips and grinned seeing her face all delirious and
 drugged.

He was about to speak when the computer in the table 
near them chimed.  Hall jumped and looked at the monitor.
  He wrung his hands and spun on his heels.  “I’ve just 
drained another of your accounts…three more and all your
 personal cash…will be mine!”

Brenda smiled and rubbed her growing belly.  “What do 
you want to name our baby…I like Jeanette, or if it’s a boy 
we can call it Mickey like you.”  Hall tapped several more
 computer keys and spun in the desk chair.  “I don’t care, 
you name it.”

The doorbell rang and Mickey walked by the grinning 
woman and answered it.  A large man wearing a leather 
vest and jeans entered carrying a black bag.    Mickey escorted
 him to the room Brenda sat in and motioned to her.

“Mickey who is this, Hi my name is Brenda.”  The man
 smiled and put the bag down next to the couch and looked 
at Mickey.  “So what do you want it to say?”  Hall walked to
 the couch next to Brenda, kissed her lips licking his tongu
e against hers.  Brenda kissed back feeling her body get
 warm and aroused.   He broke the kiss and slowly opened 
her robe.  

Brenda resisted but Hall looked in her eyes and calmed her.
  “He is going to give you a tattoo, a sign from me that I love
 you.”  Brenda smiled and let Mickey open the top of her robe.
  The tattoo artist whistled seeing the former heroines
 huge tits, now bigger filled with milk.

Mickey ran his fingers across Brenda’s chest just above her
 breasts.  “Right here, I want it to say “Mickey’s Bitch” in big 
letters.”  Brenda was so doped, she just lay there and grinned.

The artist got his equipment ready and Mickey watched as 
the needle stuck her once flawless skin.  Brenda lay there
 in pain at first, then the pain of the needle began to turn her on.  

For over an hour the artist worked on her tattoo.  While doing
 the tat, his hands wandered, his fingers casually brushed 
against her nipples and even though not necessary, squeezing
 her breasts.

Brenda felt the slight trickle of her pussy juice run down her leg. 
 Hall went upstairs to continue his computer work and this 
gave Brenda the chance she desired.  Her hand dropped 
between the artist legs and she grasped his zipper.  He 
smiled as she slowly lowered it and gently pulled out a huge
 cock.  

:Mmmm its nice, bigger then Mickey’s, what’s your name?” 
 The artist finished the shading on the last letter and 
opened up a bottle of clear liquid.  He tapped a fresh 
needle in the ink and continued to work.  “My name is Carl,
 let me finish and I will fuck your brains out.”  

Brenda grinned and relaxed, enjoying the pain of the needle
 and feeling her pussy getting soaked.  Another hour 
passed and Carl wiped her tat clean of blood.  He stood,
 pulled out his cock and moved it near Brenda’s lips. 

The former heroine took the cock in her mouth and ran her 
tongue around it.  Her hand cradled his balls, feeling the
firm orbs with her fingers.  She sucked and licked his dick 
until she knew he was near cumming.  

Carl pulled her robe open and took her ankles in his hands.  
He fell on the couch with all his weight and impaled her on 
his dick.  Brenda buried her face in his shoulder and muffled
 a cry.  Carl didn’t want to get caught so he started to pound
 the hell out of her cunt.  

Her breasts bounced up into her face and she lay there having 
a massive orgasms.  Carl hooked her legs on his shoulder
 and did long deep stroked with his cock.  He lasted for thirty
 minutes then pulled out, aiming his cock at her mouth.

Brenda encircled his dick head with her lips and felt the 
gush of hot salty cum fill her mouth.  She sucked and sucked
 until he softened and lost his erection.  Carl fell back
 panting and zipped his pants.  “Thanks, your great.”  

Brenda licked cum off her lips and swallowed the mouthful
 she had.  Carl collected his equipment and called up to 
Mickey.  Hall came down the stairs smiling and patted Carl’s
 shoulder.  “So did you fuck her, told you she was hot and a
 nympho.”  Carl laughed and motioned to Brenda who had
passed out on the sofa.

“Yea she is excellent, thanks, so no charge for the tat cause
 I got to fuck her, and check it out.  Carl led Mickey to Brenda 
and pulled a small flashlight out of his pocket.  “The tat as 
you asked, “Mickey’s Bitch” and I used the ultraviolet ink 
and hid a message…look..”

Carl turned on the ultraviolet flashlight on and aimed it at 
Brenda’s tat.  The light made hidden letters glow.  “I’M A CUNT” 
glowed on her chest.  Both men cracked up laughing and Hall
 escorted Carl out of the mansion.

As Carl’s pick up truck exited the gates, a large black van passed
 his and approached the main door.  Hall had closed the door 
and was about to get a camera to take some pictures of Brenda
 when the doorbell chimed.

He answered it and suddenly was struck in the face by a large
 man.  Edgar Heed walked in with Michelle behind him.  His
 men walked in, one of them rubbing his knuckle where he had
 hit Hall.  

Mickey stood bleeding from the mouth and staggered around 
the entrance hall.  “What…what the fuck, who are you, I’m calling
 the cops!”  Heed walked in and could see Brenda asleep on the
 couch.  “Well hello…Ms Americana…wake up I have a surprise
 for you.”  

Hall looked confused then recognized Heed.  “Your…your 
Egghead, you’re a criminal, how do you know Brenda is Ms
 Americana?”  Heed smiled and pulled a small paper from his
 pocket labeled FBI.  “DNA…I have her DNA and I hacked into
 the FBI data base and got a match to Ms Americana’s DNA with
 …Ms Brenda Wade.”

Brenda stood and closed her robe seeing unknown people.  
“Hi I’m Brenda…who are you?”  Heed looked at her, then looked 
closer and grabbed Hall by the neck.  “What’s wrong with her, 
what is she drunk, and she is FUCKING PREGNANT?”  Hall
 gagged and cried out.  “I’ve been giving her Bremelanotide, 
twice or three times a day for two months!”  

Heed dropped Hall and closed his eyes.  “Bremelanotide if used 
too long causes permanent brain damage…she is gone…she is
 like this forever.”  Hall laughed and wiped blood from his mouth.
  “So I am famous…I beat Ms Americana…I destroyed the Queen
 of Justice!”

Heed motioned to one of his men who pulled a small revolver
 from his pocket.  He aimed and shot Hall in the back of the head. 
 The thug fell twitching and leaving a plume of blood which 
splattered on the white marble floor.  

Michelle walked to Brenda who just stood with a smile drooling. 
 “This is my mother…this?”  Heed sat on the couch and closed
 his eyes, he had failed.  “I wanted the world to see Michelle 
beat Ms Americana…destroy the Queen of Justice.”  

Michelle looked at her mother and smiled seeing herself in the
 woman.  Edgar stood and pulled a large bore automatic from
 his coat and aimed it at Brenda’s head.  “I will have to formulate
 a new plan but I will be the one who will be  famous…I will be
 the one who kills Ms Americana.

Heed paid no attention to Michelle who was now behind him.  
She quickly grabbed his bald white head and twisted it till his 
neck snapped.  Egghead fell to his knees a look of astonishment
 on his face and died.  “I’m sorry father, I have other plans,
 remember I inherited your lust for greed and power.”  

Both Heed’s men stood stunned looking at Michelle.  She walked
 to each and ran her red fingernails across each of the men’s 
crotches.  “Now you work for me, and I can promise you more
 pay and more…fun.”

Both men smiled and nodded.  Michelle unzipped Yumarta’s jeans
 and pulled out his cock.  She licked her lips and motioned to 
Jaje.  “Why don’t you take my mom upstairs and give her a good 
time, we can have fun later.  

Brenda smiled hearing the word “mom” and stood looking at the
 muscular man.  He led her up the ornate stairs to the first bedroom
 he found and brutally fucked her.

Michelle dropped to her knees and sucked Yumarta’s cock, then, 
pushing him on his back, climbed on top, and rode him 
until he came.

Ch 6

Schultz walked uneasy through his private jet.  The aircraft was heading 
to Mexico and had encountered turbulence.  He opened the door to 
the rear cargo area and pushed past several boxes.  In a large 
padded crate, Angela Grear, wearing a gas mask, lay unconscious.

“Soon bitch we will be in Carlamena, and you will be sold to a 
drug lord I know and used as a whore.  The news is all abuzz 
back in the US with former District Attorney Angela Grear now 
wanted for murder.”

Schultz climbed in the crate and pulled open Grear’s already
 torn top.  He pinched both of her dark brown nipples and lifted
 her to face him.  The soft flesh stretched and Grear moaned.  

“Its going to be such a fucking thrill knowing your in Mexico getting
 fucked every hour of the day.”  Max let her fall back and pulled
 out his cock.  He grabbed two handfuls of her breasts and 
stuck his dick in the warm valley between them.  

He pressed and squeezed her large tits around his cock and
 in no time felt hot cum surging up the shaft.  Max pulled the 
mask away and forced his shooting prick in between her lips. 
 Squirt after squirt of salty cum filled her mouth and ran down
 her throat.

“A final taste, so you remember who did this to you.”  The thug 
put the mask back in place and walked back into the cabin laughing.

Epilogue::

Angela Grear was never seen again.  The FBI and local heroines
 continued to investigate the murder of the transient in her 
apartment but could find no clues or leads.  

Grear gave birth  to a son who was immediatly taken away 
and sent to Max Schultz in the United States.  He raised the
 boy as an adopted  son and never told him of his mother…
the ultimate revenge.
  
Angela was kept doped on Crack and serviced men
 twenty-four hours a day.

Michelle now took the last name Wade and had her mother
 Brenda committed to a private asylum.  She gave birth to a 
daughter which Michelle had sent to a overseas orphanage 
where the child’s past would never be known.  

Now Michelle had control of the Wade empire and using her
 vast wealth had private doctors operate on her mother making
 sure she would never have children again.

Brenda spent her days in a stupor watching television and
 playing cards, and her nights laying in bed getting fucked
by what ever orderly was on duty.