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Un-Masked
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Written by Thunderbolt1234, Raidrlsr@aol.com

Warning 18 or older or get off my story

All characters are property of others 

This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage, 
murder and rape

Chapter 1

The news reporters had waited for hours in hopes of finally seeing 
one of the many superhero’s Center City had.  Most avoided the press
 and some would even get violent if their photograph was taken. 

The hotel Amsterdam was a buzz with the report that the super heroine 
Fortune Fox was to arrive and make a announcement of some importance.
  In the audience, Brenda Wade stood with her friend Lydia and 
watched the turmoil.   

“I try not to let anyone take my picture,  and why the press 
conference?”  Brenda whispered.  Both stood as the heroine Fortune
 Fox entered and stood behind a podium.  She was a tall woman of
 six feet and wore a black one piece leotard and what looked like
 a utility belt.  her mask covered her entire head except her
 mouth, eye’s and the large letters “FF” emblazed on her large chest.  

“I am here to announce that I am going to give up the crazy 
notion that I can fight crime.  All I seem to do is interfere 
with the police and other officials, so it is time for myself
 and the other costumed heroines to quit.”

Brenda shook her head and thought about all the criminals Fortune
 Fox had captured.  She looked at Lydia with a confused expression. 
 “Fortune Fox captured the Skid Row Ripper, she brought down mob
 boss Rick Montane, she captured most of the Purple Hat gang, I 
can go on and on, this isn’t right?”

Fortune Fox slowly grasped her mask and yanked it off.  Nation 
wide television zoomed in on the attractive red head as she smiled 
and spoke.  “My name is Carla Smith, I am a nurse and mother, and
 I quit being a heroine, the police can do the job better.”

With that, Smith tossed the mask to the floor and walked out of the 
press conference.  Brenda and Lydia exited the hotel shaking their 
heads.  Brenda climbed in her sports car and closed her eyes in 
thought.  “This doesn’t make sense, she is a good heroine, and 
now its over, she…oh shit!”  Lydia looked concerned and jumped
 in the car.  

“What Brenda, she quit so she quit, maybe she is tired of the hero
 life.  Brenda looked at Lydia and silenced her with a hand to 
her mouth.  “Her family is in danger, she is in danger, any
 criminals who want revenge, now know who she is.”  Lydia’s eyes
 widened and she gasped.  “What do we do, we have no address, 
nothing!”  
“We need to find her in the hotel, talk to her offer her protection.”
  Both women climbed back out of the car and ran back into the 
hotel.  Unknown to them, Fortune Fox/Carla Smith had changed into
 street clothes and was already on her way home.

Both heroines searched but found nothing except her costume, in
 a garbage bucket.

The drive took an hour but she was finally home.  She opened 
the door to her home and gave no concern to the fact her husband
 sat on the couch staring at her, bound and gagged.  Two men 
in purple baseball hats stood holding Smith’s eighteen year
 old daughter.  

Another man walked from the kitchen also wearing a purple hat
 and walked past his friends and stood nose to nose with Smith,
 then looked down at her 38DD chest.  She stood expressionless, 
void of anything.  “So your Fortune Fox…nice tits, always 
dreamed of getting a hold of them.”  

“Jim, Tony, take the daughter in the other room…fuck her.” 
 The young girl kicked and screamed, trying to bite the men
 holding her.  “MOMMY…MOMMY…PLEEEEEASSSEEE STOP THEM!”
  Smith didn’t move, she did nothing.  

The man leaned into her making her large breasts press against
 him and licked her face.  “My name is Phil, I will be your 
rapist for this evening, lets have fun.”  He took her hand and
 walked her to the large bedroom in the back.  

As they passed her daughters room, Phil grinned as he saw his 
friends ripping off the daughters panties and bra.  He pushed 
Carla into the bedroom and walked around her looking at her 
body.  “Where is your costume, I wanna see it!”  Carla walked 
to her closet and pushed her dresses aside then opened a 
secret panel.

Inside, two Fortune Fox costumes hung ready to be adorned. 
 Phil looked at her then got angry..  He pulled a cell phone
 from his pocket and dialed a number.  When he got an answer 
he began to yell.  “Look you arranged this, that’s good we 
got her…but she is like a fucking zombie, I want the bitch to
 scream, feel the fucking pain I am going to unleash on her!”

A male voice responded after a long sigh... 

 “She can kick your fucking ass in a heartbeat, here is a suggestion
 you stupid asshole, tie her to the bed, then I will release her, so you
 wont get hurt!”

Phil guided her to the large bed and laid her down.  He searched the
 drawers and found nylons which he tied her wrists and ankles.
  Almost as soon as he finished, she screamed and pulled on the binds.  

“Who the fuck, let me go, who the fuck are you?”  Phil grinned and motioned
 to the screaming in the next room.  “That’s your daughter, most likely 
she got a dick in her ass and cunt, damn she is fine just like you.” 

Carla screamed and pulled with all her strength on the nylons
.  “NATALIE…LEAVE HER ALONE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!”  
Phil held a costume up; and waved it to her.  “So Fortune Fox…did 
you think revealing who you where was a smart decision?”  Carla 
was confused, she remembered the press conference but could not
 remember why she had done it.

Phil tossed the costume aside and crawled on the bed hovering over
 her.  “My brother and three of my best friends are in jail because of you
 bitch, this is so gonna hurt you.”  Carla looked at Phil and spit in his
 face.  “You wont get away with this, you will see your brother soon!”

Phil grabbed Carla’s head and held her close to his face.  “Well your not
 going to be seeing anything.”  He pulled out a can of mace and shot
 it directly in her eyes.  She screamed and bucked wildly under him but
 he continued to spray.  

Phil tossed the can aside and took hold of her blouse and ripped it open
 and off her body.  She cried in agony from her eyes and tried to catch her
 breath from the pain.  His hands mauled and pulled on her lace covered 
breasts and in seconds he had yanked the bra off.  

“I would fucking dream of doing this at night, jerk off to pictures of you from
 magazines, now look…your mine!”  

In the next room Tony lay next to Natalie and sucked on her nipples while
 Jim rammed his cock in her bleeding pussy.  “She…she’s a fucking
 virgin…was…ha ha ha !”  Tony bit one of her nipples hard and yanked
 it with his teeth making the teenager cry out.  Natalie fought against the
 nylons holding her wrists and ankles but could do nothing but suffer.

He grabbed her other breasts and massaged it, feeling its firmness. 
 “Hurry up, I want some tang to!”  Jim thrust his hips harder, grunting and 
laughing as he felt an orgasm building.  

Phil climbed off the bed slapping Carla as he did.  He unzipped his jeans
 and pulled out his erect cock.  “Yea you cant see it, but you can hear it 
bitch, I’m gonna fuck you so god damn hard.”  Carla lay there with tears
 streaming from  her eyes.    

Her thong panties where all that remained and with a quick pull, Phil removed 
them.  He climbed on top of her and encircled one of her large tits with his
 hand.  “God I love your fucking tits, what’s it feel like, defeated, all the 
hero stuff gone, in a while, you and your daughter…raped and used, was 
it worth it?”

Carla did her best to form a sentence, her best to control the pain.  “I wil
l do anything, tell you anything…please don’t hurt Natalie!”  Almost at the
 same moment, Jim walked in sweating and grinned at Phil.  “Well looks 
like the guys are almost done with Natalie, and now they want to join me 
for a nice hero gang bang.”

Tony pulled his cock out of Natalie who lay there crying.  A long string of
 cum and blood swung from his dick.  He grinned and climbed off the bed.  
“Thanks, but I got dibs on fucking your mom.“  Carla screamed in a rage
 and pulled against her binds.  Phil looked down at her and slid his cock 
in her cunt.

Carla gagged then gasped as the rapist buried ten inches deep in her
 pussy.  Tony grabbed her head and kissed her neck biting it while his 
hands pawed her breasts.  Jim sat on the  bedroom floor and rolled a joint,
 then after lighting it and held the Zippo lighter to her feet making her cry out.

Phil fucked her wildly, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched. 
 “G…god gonna cum, I did it I fucked you…oh god yesssssssss!”  Carla felt
 him go stiff over her then she immediately felt the hot cum dripping out of
 her vagina.  

The gang member rolled off the bed laughing and was replaced by Tony
 who thrust his dick in.  Jim stood, seized her head and pushed his dick in
 her  mouth.  He felt her teeth as she tried to bite him so he yanked it out
 but brought a massive fist to her mouth.  “Every time you fucking bite, I will 
hurt you.”  

He tried over and over but even though Carla’s mouth was bloody, she still 
tried to bite.  Tony grunted and his body went limp on her, his cock shooting
 sticky cum deep in her womb to mix with Phil‘s.  

Jim was angry and grabbed Carla by the neck closing off her air.  With his
 free hand he jerked his cock until it spewed cum in her mouth.  He made 
sure each squirt hit the back of her throat, then he shoved her mouth closed
 and pinched her nose.  “Swallow it swallow it!“  She fought and held on 
as long as she could but she failed and swallowed the salty jizz.

The men laughed as Carla gagged, then vomited.  Two of the men departed,
 Phil remained.  From the street, Tony and Jim heard three gun shots.
  Phil walked out smiling and they climbed in a van and drove away.

Chapter 2

It was dark in the basement of Center City University science department.
  The only light could be seen beneath the large door of Professor
 Pierre LeClair’s office.  Inside the office no one sat but behind a hidden
 wall and down a flight of stairs, LeClair sat at a computer terminal 
watching a huge monitor.  

To his right, six glass cylinders, seven feet in height stood erect.  Two
 containers, filled with yellow liquid, had women, one a man.  Each person 
had hundreds of wires connected to them and a mask on their face for
 oxygen.  Next to each cylinder was a monitor showing life signs of the
 occupants.  

One cylinder which contained Carla Smith showed no life, flat line.  LeClair 
switched a large red button on a control panel and the liquid in her
 cylinder emptied out and the wires popped off and retracted.  

“And so it goes, one less hero in the midst of battle falls.”  The cylinder
 moved on hydraulics and leaned forward.  Her body fell out onto the floor 
with a wet plop.  LeClair filled his hand with her wet hair and dragged the
 hero’s corpse to a large hatch on the floor.  He stepped on a button near
 the hatch and it opened.  The room filled with a orange glow and heat
 from a furnace under the building.  He pulled the heroine’s body and
 dropped it in.  

“And you end up as you should…in the trash.”  He walked back to the central
 controls and began flipping switches and levers.  The man in the cylinder
 twitched and the device behind the cylinders sprang to life.  

In moments, another cylinder rolled out of the device and opened.  Inside
 lay the wet clone of the large man.  LeClair stood and retrieved the costume
 of “Hero Hunk”, Center Cities male version of Ms Americana.  LeClair 
opened the clone cylinder and eyed the original hero.  

“So powerful, your invulnerable to anything, you are superhuman.  But your 
clone is nothing, just a human, easily killed.  So now you go forth and reveal 
to all who you are, then we make arrangements.“  

LeClair dropped the costume on the floor and sat at the main control
 computer.  He tapped several buttons and the nude man stood, dressed, 
and casually walked out.  

The following morning LeClair woke and watched the morning news as 
“Hero Hunk, the guardian of the city, sat on local television and removed
 his mask.  “Hi my name is Rupert Hall and I am revealing myself to 
America in hopes others like myself will quit this vigilante stuff and let the
 police do their job.”

The television reporters pushed him for more details but he smiled and 
excused himself.  In the lobby of the studio, Rupert called “Flag Girl” from 
his cell phone and told her what he had done.  “Rupert…why, we need 
you, all of you, why are you all doing this…Carla is dead, shot, your in danger!”

“I have a reason for this Flag Girl, meet me at the old Wallingford Hotel
 tonight at eleven and I will explain and also…can you still reach “Hotflash?”
  Flag Girl thought a moment then with a sigh responded.  “I can reach her
 Hunk but you know she is wanted by everybody including the FBI for the
 murder of District Attorney Mike Norton, you know she was set up.”  

“I know Flag Girl, I know she didn’t do it, it was a set up, but I am going to
 need her help as well, I will explain at the hotel.”  Flag Girl agreed that she
 would bring “Hotflash” the fastest woman on earth with her.  Together, they
 would be able to provide him help.

Hall hung up the phone and immediately called Phil Sleemo, a person he 
knew and arranged everything for the meeting at the hotel.

Flag Girl and her friend the heroine Hotflash slowly walked into the condemned
 hotel.  Hotflash could run over one hundred miles an hour but tonight
 had to be careful, it was dark and she had never been in the Wallingford before.  

Ahead, both could hear someone crying and in a few moments saw Hero
 Hunk sitting in a office with his head down sobbing.  The heroine’s walked
 in and crept up on the hero.  Flag Girl patted his large shoulders.  
“Hunk…Hunk you ok, what’s wrong, why unmask?”  

The hero continued to sob and mumbled something, then looked up.  
He had a small gas mask on and Flag Girl screamed, she could already
 feel the effects of the gas in the building.  “RUN HOTFLASH…RUN IT’S A 
TRAP!”  

Hotflash spun and rocketed towards the hallway.  She suddenly stumbled
 and fell, dizzy.  “Oh god no…no…cant catch me…no.”  Both women slowly 
fell to the floor unconscious.

Chapter 3

Sleemo stood over Hotflash eyeing her body.  Hero Hunk walked up
 to him with Flag Girl over his shoulder.  “She’s yours Sleemo, I’m 
leaving, got what I want.”  Sleemo laughed and rubbed Flag Girl’s
 spandex covered ass.  

Hero Hunk walked to the exit and over his shoulder yelled.  “I know what
 your going to do Sleemo, but you may want to partake…the gas will
 keep her out for an hour.”  Sleemo knelt down and rolled Hotflash on
 her back.  He had seen her many times during press conferences and
 such but never close enough to touch.

She wore shiny red spandex pants and similar material red halter top.  
Her face was covered in a mask and to Sleemo’s enjoyment, her nipples
 poked the stretch material of her top.  He literally didn’t have much time
 at all, he had to be fast.  

Sleemo stood and unzipped his jeans and dug out his erect cock.  He
 pushed her legs together and grabbed her pants edge and peeled them
 off.  Under, she had no panties on and Sleemo caught his breath at the
 tiny strip of  blonde pubic hair he saw.

He dropped on her and tried to force his dick inside her body.  “Fucking
 cunt, dry as a bone, god damn it!”  Sleemo shoved one then two fingers
 inside her pussy and began to fingerfuck her.  In moments, he felt the
 juice covering his hand and smiled at the wet sound his fingers made.  
“There…that’s better, nice and wet.”  

He smiled and shoved his cock deep in her pussy.  “Oh fuck yes, god 
damn ugh ugh ha, I’m fucking a heroine, I’m fucking you!”  Sleemo 
peeled the bottom of her mask up just enough to see her lips, then he
 viciously kissed and sucked her tongue.  

“Dumb cunt…dumb ugh got you now, oh gggod!”  His hips pounded her 
making her breasts bounce under the red stretch material.  Phil grabbed
 the edge of the halter and wrenched it up.  Her beautiful 36C tits bounced
 violently.  

Each time her tit neared his mouth, Sleemo grabbed it with his teeth and
 chewed it.  He smiled tasting the sweet milk leaking from her nipples.  
“Mmmmmm “slurp” god its like a fucking dream come true!”

Sleemo reared back and his cock went in deep as he wailed and shot his
 cum.  The orgasm felt like it wouldn’t end and he laughed over and over
 in her face.  

He stood, wiped off his cock watched with glee as a steady stream of jizz
 leaked out of her pussy.  Sleemo pulled her tights back on and prepared
 for the best day of his life.  

Hotflash awoke in darkness and her head throbbed.  She immediately
 felt the pain and stickiness between her legs…she had been raped.  
She was also aware she couldn’t move her hands or feet.  

She struggled and raised her hand and realized it had a metal ball locked
 on it, as was her feet and other hand.  “LET ME THE FUCK GO, WHO THE 
FUCK DID THIS!”

Suddenly lights burst on and she could see a camera on a tripod. 
 Several men holding lights and wires watched her as well as a man standing
 with a microphone.  She was sitting in a chair and her hands and feet 
where both locked in large metal balls which weighed her down.  

The man walked up with a big smile and stood next to her, then leaned 
down and whispered.  “You have a fine tight pussy, I am proud to most likely 
be the last man who will have fucked it.”  She glared through the eye holes 
of her mask and grunted trying to stand.  

He pushed her back down and flipped the switch on the microphone which
 also activated the camera.  “Hi this is Eric Sleemo, Action Nine news, and 
me personally, I…have captured the notorious Hotflash, the murderer of our
 beloved District Attorney Mike Norton.”  

He moved behind her and took up a good position.  “I have called the police 
and in moments they will arrive but live…on city wide television, I Eric Sleemo, 
will unmask the dreaded Hotflash!”

Hotflash screamed and struggled now, her body twisted desperately and
 pulled the large weights but she couldn’t move.  “OH GOD NO…SLEEMO
 I BEG YOU NO, NO PLEASE NOOOO!”  The reporter ignored her and with 
a yank, pulled her mask off.  

Hotflash turned away from the camera but Sleemo grabbed her blonde hair 
and forced her to look at it.  “I don’t know who you are…murderer, but the
 public may know, call me at 1-888-CAL-SLEE and tell me if you recognize her!”

In moments, Sleemo’s phone rang and rang and rang as people called in
 and identified the heroine.  “Ah so your name is Rebecca Morris, teacher
 at Center City High school.”  Rebecca just sat looking at the floor and 
cried, she was ruined now.

Police walked in from the shadows and grabbed Rebecca by the arms
 and dragged her out.  Sleemo stood with the police chief and posed for
 pictures as the press showed up.  It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather
 outside the old hotel and screaming erupted as Hotflash was dragged out.  

Several people screamed obscenities and threats at her, one hit her with
 an egg.  “YOUR FINISHED KILLER, MURDERER!”  She looked up and
 didn’t have time to avoid a rock which hit her cheek. 

Another man reached out and viciously grabbed one of her breasts, ripping
 her halter.  She shrieked in pain and felt the warm blood dripping from her
 face.  Rebecca was thrown in a police wagon screaming and crying. 

Inside the police van, two male officers immediate began to beat Rebecca
 with rubber hoses.  “Norton was my friend cunt, now your going to jail, but 
not until we get our chance to punish you.”

The drive to police headquarters lasted thirty minutes, and Hotflash/Rebecca
 was beaten the entire time.

Chapter 4

Flag Girl gradually awoke and shook her head.  She stood unsteady and
 observed she was in a large metal cage.  The room was dimly lit with large
 glass cylinders on the wall one had a man in it another a woman.

“Ah your awake, that’s good, I can begin.”  Flag Girl watched a small man
 in a lab coat begin to flip switches and spin dials, to his left, Hero Hunk
 stood looking into space.  “Who are you and where the fuck am I?”

LeClair smiled and sat on a rolling desk chair.  He rolled to the cage and
 stopped well out of Flag Girl’s reach.  “I am Pierre LeClair, professor of
 genetics at Center City University, and your host.”  

Flag Girl looked at Hero Hunk and waved a hand to get his attention. 
 LeClair laughed and rolled back to a large panel of buttons.  “He cant 
see you, he is in la la land, you see…he is a clone.”

Flag looked at the professor and then back to hero Hunk.  “A clone, 
but clone’s have no intelligence, no emotions, they cant, they are just copies.”
  LeClair looked surprised and clapped out loud.  

“Well well, a heroine with a brain, you are correct, but you see the real Hero 
Hunk sits over there providing all the clone needs through a satellite feed
 to receptors in the clones body.”

All the information the clone gets passes through my computers, that’s 
how I control them, make them do what I want…like capture you and your
 friend who I turned over to Eric Sleemo, reporter.”

Flag Girl looked at LeClair in shock, she gasped at the thought.
  “Dear god you didn’t, he will…he will…”  LeClair smiled a wide grin and 
spun in his chair.  “He already did, she is ruined, Ms Rebecca Morris, 
a teacher, in jail, and if the inmates have their way, she will be dead before
 morning.”

“W…why, we are hero’s, we help, you…you caused Fortune Fox to un-mask,
 she was murdered, why?”  LeClair laughed and pointed to Flag Girl. 
 “Look at you, some big tit cunt who has delusions of grandeur.  You think
 just cause you put a mask on your above the law?”

“And she isn’t the first, do you remember Silver Blade?”  Flag nodded and
 sat on a cot.  “Yes, she died rescuing a bus of senior citizens that was on 
fire.”  LeClair laughed and pointed to another screen.  On the screen, 
a first person view showed hands activating a flare and tossing it at a puddle
 of gasoline under the bus.  The bus exploded, then the person who had
 started the fire, casually walked into it screamed, then burned.

“She started the fire, well her clone did, and then she killed herself, it was
 just a test of my equipment.  Do you remember Trick Sham, the magician 
heroine?”  Flag just sat stunned, she and Silver had been best friends.  

LeClair lifted a red mask from his desk, it was Trick Sham’s.  “She fell off 
the Montclair Bridge trying to stop a jumper…that’s what the press said, 
actually she tossed the guy off the bridge, then followed him.”  

“You see when a clone dies so does its original, unless I intervene and 
stop the death process, which I haven’t...yet.”

 LeClair picked up a remote and activated several huge flat screen monitors. 
 “This is Galaxy Lass, as you can see, you are looking through her eyes, 
seeing what she see’s.  The real Lass floats in that receptacle, her clone
 now walks the streets.  She is the most pure, honest heroine I have ever 
seen.  She goes to school’s to promote education, and abiding the law.  
So lets get her dirty shall we?”  LeClair quickly tapped several buttons on 
a key board.

Flag Girl watched as Galaxy walked into a bar and strolled to a pool table 
in the back.  Three men, the bartender and two customers watched the
 purple and black clad heroine slowly climb up on the pool table and begin
 to gyrate her hips.  

One of the men stuffed a quarter in a juke box and played a slow sexy 
song.  Galaxy Lass bent at the knees and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs
 making them poke out of the tight spandex.  She fell backwards on her
 ass, then her back and unzipped one then the other knee high boot.

The bartender locked the door and joined the other two men at the table.  
Galaxy pulled one boot off, then the other tossing them to the men.  She stood
 and bent over so her ass was in the face of one of the men, then quickly 
turned and dropped to her knees and kissed him.

The bartender gazed at her and gulped.  “There is no fucking way this is the 
real Galaxy Lass, she is like a fucking nun!”  Lass leaned down to the 
bartender and took his hands.  “I am Galaxy Lass, and I am tired of being 
so clean…fuck me.”  

She placed both his hands on her huge tits.  The bartender squeezed and
 felt the hard firm globes, her nipples like rocks.  One customer climbed up
 on the table and searched for hooks to her top.  The other pulled his clothes
 off and yanked a rubber out of his wallet.

Galaxy smiled and took the condom and tossed it aside.  “I want to taste your
 cum, feel it in me, on me…FUCK ME!”

Flag Girl shook her head in disgust and sat on the floor of her cage.  LeClair 
smiled and activated several screens which showed CNN and other news 
reports.  “You see, the governor has called on all hero’s and heroine’s to stay
 off the street’s.”

I released information on Silver Blade and Trick Sham, and with the capture
 of Hotflash, plus the media calling you all “out of control vigilante’s”…your no
 longer the loved hero’s, shit Larry King hates your gut’s.”

The public hates your kind now, and I did it, I started the fuse and now my plan
 comes to fruition, exploded right in all your masked faces.”

“You will all be destroyed, either by me, or your own kind.  Ms Americana is 
now under orders from the Governor to stop all hero’s and heroine’s from any
 action’s, they are to either unmask and give up being hero’s or simply vanish.
“ Flag Girl sat dumbfounded, her mouth agape.  “Then why hold me, why?”  

LeClair grinned and rolled to her cage.  “Because your going to tell the world
 who did it, who destroyed all of you.  When I am done , I will release you and 
you will tell them I destroyed you…all.”

He spun in his chair and watched as the bartender and his friends stripped
 Galaxy Lass.  Flag Girl’s eyes welled up with tears.  “She is a virgin you
 know, your going to destroy her.” 

 LeClair laughed and almost choked.  “Flag…I intended to destroy her from
 the get go, you will see.”  LeClair motioned to Hero Hunk, and the large man
 picked up the cylinder with the real Galaxy Lass in it, put it on a gurney, and
 left the room.

Galaxy was on all fours on the pool table as the bartender pulled off the last 
of  her costume and brutally pulled on her nipples.  One customer was gagging 
Galaxy by slamming his cock into the back of her throat.  The third, aimed his 
dick at her dripping pussy and pushed.  

The customer fucking her mouth grabbed her hair and shoved his cock in her
 cheek and throat.  She looked up at him through her mask with his cock in her
 mouth and smiled.  “I don’t know who she is under the mask but she is
 fucking hot.”  

Galaxy spit out his cock and pulled off her gloves.  She wrapped her hand’s
 around it and stroked it roughly.  “My name is Zoey nice to meet you, now fuck
 my mouth and stop talking.”

The bartender twisted her nipples and began to suck them.  The customer at 
her face shoved his cock back in her mouth and made her gag.  “I don’t fucking
 care, right now you’re a bitch who needs to be fucked.”

The customer behind her pushed slowly against her puffy wet labia.  The lips
 parted, then he shoved his dick in with all his weight.  He felt her hymen rip, 
then the hot blood surround his cock dripped out onto the bright green table top.  

Galaxy screamed, gagged, and her head fell to the green of the pool table.  
“Oh gggod, its broke, god its gone…it hurts…but I want to hurt…hurt me!”

The man fucking her laughed and high fived the other men.  “I took her 
cherry…wow, maybe I am famous now?”  The man at her face slapped her
 hard across the cheek, then backhanded her.  She grinned and tasted the 
blood dripping from her mouth.  

The bartender got on his knees balancing on the table and wet his fingers t
hen shoved three of them up her ass.  Galaxy groaned and pushed backwards
 against both of the men.  

The man fucking her began slow, but now was pounding her, his orgasm 
approaching.  “God I’m fucking losing it…oh shiiiit!”  He pulled on her hips 
and shot squirt after squirt of creamy sperm deep in her pussy.  He smiled 
a big grin and fell back, and hopped off the table.

“I did it, I bagged a super heroine, took her cherry!”  The other customer took
 his place and immediate pushed his dick inside her body.  This man was
 huge and Galaxy Lass  moaned and arched her back.  “FUCK ME, GOD YES
 FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE COCK!”

The bartender continued to thrust his fingers in her ass, stretching her hole. 
 “This is mine, I’m gonna tap that sweet ass!”  The customer fucking Galaxy 
grunted and yelled.  “Yahoo, holy shit I’m cumming!”  He drove into her hard 
with each spurt of cum.  “Oh god that was fucking good, her cunt is like a 
damn oven!”

The bartender pulled Galaxy off the table and bent her over a bar stool.  She
 grinned and with her hand’s, spread her ass cheeks.  “In my brown hole,
 fuck me!”

He spit on his hand, lubed up his cock, and listened to her wail in pain as he
 entered her.  She continued to hold her ass apart and then shoved back 
making his cock impale her.  “Ah shit, she is so fucking tight, its like fucking
 a key hole!”

The bartender pushed and pulled making Galaxy scream and grunt in pain.
  He couldn’t get more then five inches in her so he smiled and did his best.  
In no time he felt the hot cum streaming up his cock.  

“Fuck I’m cumming, ah ah ahhhhh!”  Cum filled Galaxy Lass’ rectum and 
squirted out her ass.  The bartender leaned back watching cum seep out
 of her puckered hole.    

Galaxy Lass casually retrieved her costume and redressed.  The bartender
 walked to her and slipped his hands under her arms and cupped her 
breasts.  “We aint done yet, I want some more, like a blow job maybe.”  
Galaxy slowly turned and with a quick motion, kicked the man in the groin.

The bartender fell to his knee’s groaning and gasping for air.
  “Arghh why… we just want to have fun, ugh you fucking cunt!”  Both customers
 stood in shock watching the heroine.  She picked up a pool cue, snapped
 the pointed end off making it sharp, and stabbed the bartender in the
 temple.  His body twitched and convulsed, then dropped to the floor dead.

She walked past the customers, smiled at them and left.

Outside, Galaxy Lass saw a van parked in an alley across the street. 
 She climbed in and sat next to Hero Hunk.  In the back of the van lay the
 real Galaxy Lass in a metal cylinder.  The van drove off into the night.

Flag Girl watched LeClair typing fast on the computer.  “You’re a fucking
 animal, you have ruined so many lives.”  LeClair stopped typing and stood
 looking over his shoulder.  “And I am almost finished, see all I wanted to
 do was get the ball rolling, and now the country hates you and your kind. 
 Only a couple more things to do, then I close up shop, sit back and watch.”

LeClair picked up a cell phone and called the police. 
 “Hello, yes…a heroine…Galaxy Lass has just attacked several men in
 a bar on 134th street, and I believe killed one of them.  Who am I…well,
 a concerned citizen, and by the way…her name is Zoey Walton, she is
 a former police SWAT member.”  

The professor closed the phone and tossed it on the counter.  “You see
 Flag Girl, Hero Hunk is putting the real Galaxy Lass in her apartment
 and will bring the clone back here for disposal.  The real Lass has all 
the memories of the bar, and will awaken and believe she did…everything.”

Flag Girl closed her eyes in sadness.  “She will be arrested and will admit
 to the crime, and…the…police will unmask her!”  LeClair laughed and
 nodded quickly.  “Yes, she will be unmasked and her photo taken as well
 as fingerprints, she will be…ruined.”

Hero Hunk carefully laid the real Galaxy Lass on her bed and stood
 looking at her.  She had the costume on the clone had worn and it was
 covered in blood.  “One more thing to do…and I am going to like this.”  
Hero Hunk pulled his spandex pants down and hooked his finger in
 Galaxy Lass panty bottoms.

“Your still a virgin, but not for long.”  The hero pulled her to the edge of the 
bed by her ankles.  Rolled her on her belly, aimed and shoved his cock
 inside her pussy.  He felt her hymen stretch, resist, then rip with a gush 
of blood.  “Ugh yea mmmmm oh well why waste a good pussy.”  Hero 
pounded her until his cock spewed a blast of cum deep inside her womb.

He cleaned her up and left the apartment.

Several hours passed while Flag Girl watched LeClair sit and type.  
Hero Hunk stood dumbfounded, staring into space.  When he had
 returned, he had dropped the clone of Galaxy Lass into the furnace.  Even
 though a clone with no intelligence, it screamed as it was incinerated.

LeClair hit a final button and turned slowly smiling at Flag Girl.  “I have
 never had an opportunity to enjoy myself, I mean all these big tit heroines
 and I never got any ass, until now.”  

Hero Hunk walked towards the cage and unlocked it.  Flag Girl hopped 
up and got in a combat stance.  “You fucking touch me, I will kill you!” 
 Hero smiled and reached for her.  She ducked and with a swift kick, 
drove her boot into his balls.  She stood in shock as Hunk just simply 
grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a bear hug.

LeClair laughed and walked to the two.  “He cant feel anything, he is
 numb, I made him that way, you cant hurt him, but he can hurt you.”  
Hero suddenly squeezed and Flag Girl lost all her air.  

She couldn’t breathe and was slowly passing out.  He continued to 
squeeze her until her head fell back and she was groggy.  LeClair tapped
 him on the shoulder and he dropped her to the floor.  She moaned and
 cried out, trying to shake off the attack.  Hero Hunk grabbed her wrists 
and held her tight.

LeClair licked his lips and ran his hands over her colossal tits.  He
 fondled and crushed each breast, feeling her hard nipple under her
 patriotic top.  Flag woke up feeling her breasts being violated.  “DON’T 
TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD, LEAVE ME ALOOOONEEE!”  

LeClair sat on her legs so she couldn’t kick him and with a quick motion, 
flipped her tube top up revealing her impressive tits.  “I’ve been watching
 these bounce around for so long, god they feel so good!”  The professor
 pinched each nipple and pulled hard enough to raise the young heroine
 off the floor.

With effort, LeClair tugged Flag Girl’s costume bottoms off.  She kicked 
and struggled with him and Hero Hunk but failed, he was going to rape
 her.  Hero knelt on her hands and grabbed her ankles.  He pulled them
 up and held them by his shoulders.  The professor stripped and smiled
 down at her.  Flag was at the professor’s mercy and LeClair dropped down
 and stuck his tongue deep between her pink pussy lips.  

Flag Girl closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to block out the waves 
of pleasure flowing from her vagina.  LeClair licked her labia, pulling her
 hood up and chewing on her clit.  Flag finally lost control and gasped as her
 clit was bitten.  “Ah you like that, of course, see, your just a whore in a fancy
 outfit, your no heroine, you just a horny slut.”

Flag Girl forced her eyes closed and grit her teeth as the professor continued
 his attack on her clit.  She cried out and couldn’t stop what was inevitable, 
she came.  Her hips rose to meet his chewing and he grinned, looking up
 from her sparse pubic hair.  She gasped for air and her tits rose and dropped
 as she felt another orgasm coming.

LeClair kissed and licked his way up her body stopping and sucking on 
each brown hard nipple.  As he reached her face, his right hand guided his 
cock between her pussy lips, and his left slipped off her mask.  “Your
 beautiful, so damn beautiful…for a cunt.”  He shoved his cock into her wet
 pussy.  Lydia screamed and arched her back feeling the long man meat
 deep inside her.

LeClair closed his eyes and moaned, he was in ecstasy and wanted it to
 last forever.  His hips slowly moved and he ground his dick as deep in her
 as he could.  She cried out and pulled her arms again but Hero held her firm.  

He fucked her for over an hour, stopping when he felt himself cumming. 
 After a while she gave up.  Lydia didn’t resist, she felt the hard dick in her 
and had another orgasm.  Without knowing it, she had wrapped her legs 
around his body and held him tight.  He looked at her and gradually leaned 
down and kissed her, his tongue and hers licking and sucking.  

As they kissed, he pulled away and grunted, his hips thrust forward as he
 came.  He blasted her insides with splashes and splashes of sticky sperm.
  His eyes rolled back in his head and his body twitched.  In moments, 
it was over, he had cum and was exhausted.

LeClair stood unsteady and motioned to the cage.  “Throw her back in, I am 
done with her.”  Hero lifted Lydia and hurled her back in the cage.  She 
crashed into the bars screaming and hit the floor in agony.  Her costume and 
mask where thrown in, the door locked and both men walked away.

The lab went dark and both men departed.

Galaxy Lass stood in a brightly lit room, before her, a camera.  Two male
 police officers entered, one manned the camera, the other took a black letter 
 board and began to put letters and numbers on it.  “What’s your name?” 
 The heroine reached up and with deep sadness, pulled off her mask.  
“My name is Zoey Walton…I…am  a murderer.”  

The camera shot several pictures, reloaded the camera, and shot more.  
Zoey stood crying, tears dripping on her identity board.  When finished,
 she was led to a room for a cavity search.  The police officer with the film 
handed it to the sergeant.  He then walked out and in the hall and slipped
 the extra film canister to a reporter.  Her picture would be on television by 
eleven PM.

Chapter 5

Ms Americana walked out of the Governor’s office looking pale.  The
 secretary looked at her and was shocked at her appearance.  “Ms Americana,
 are you alright, do you need something?”  The majestic heroine stood 
straight and shook her head.  “No I am fine, the Governor and I will be 
meeting again to discuss the hero issue in the city.”  She smiled and 
departed the office.

The following morning LeClair walked in and switched on lights and all
 the computers.  Flag Girl had not slept and stood in pain.  LeClair looked 
at her and laughed.  “You’re a good fuck, great tits, I wish I could clone 
you and just fuck you when I want, but its time to close up and leave.”

“While you slept, Hero Hunk decided, with my help to jump into the furnace.” 
 Flag looked at the cylinder where the real Hunk had been, it was empty. 
 “You murdered him, made him kill himself.”  LeClair ignored her and was
 rapidly punching keys and buttons.  

“You will be happy to know Rebecca Morris, Hotflash will not be sent to 
prison.”  Flag smiled and pointed to LeClair.  “See the justice system does
 work, you failed!”  LeClair smiled and pointed to a large monitor.  The 
news report was about Rebecca Morris and how she had committed 
suicide in her cell.

“Seems the thought of life in jail was just to much for her, she had so
 many bad dreams of the murder of the district attorney, well the clones
 memories.”  Flag Girl screamed and yanked on the bars of her cage. 
 “I swear I will find you and fucking kill you!”

“Now Galaxy Lass wont kill herself, she is to pure for that sort of thing.  
She admitted to police and signed a confession, then stood in court 
and confessed to the murder of Phil Newman, bartender and father of
 two.  The press expects the judge to sentence her to death, but hey who 
knows.”

LeClair flipped open his phone and dialed a number.  “Yes the meeting
 has been arranged?   Excellent, tonight, very good well have fun…goodbye.”  

The professor walked to the exit and motioned to the control panel.  
“In about an hour, your cage will open automatically, you have three 
minutes to exit before the building comes down on you, don’t wait or you
 will die.”  

Chapter 6

Ms Americana stood outside the ornate door and closed her eyes.  She
 pushed and opened the door and walked in slowly.  It was dark and she
 could just make out the Governor laying on his bed nude. 

She walked to the edge of the bed and couldn’t stop looking at his cock
 which was hard and its head dark red.  “So this is it, I am yours the last
 day of every  month until you leave office and you call off the police and 
the media off.  Governor Smith lay back and stretched with a grin.  His
 long dick point up and then at her, a drip of clear precum glistened in the dim light.  

“That’s the deal Americana, your mine and I stop the media and call off 
the harassment by the cops.”  The patriotic heroine had no choice, she
 was his pawn, his toy for the night, she would do anything to stop what 
was happening.  

“Strip for me…top first, I want to see the most famous tits in the world.” 
 Ms Americana looked at the Governor with sadness, she would not have
 thought of him like this, but she had to obey.  Her hands went behind
 her and she unhooked the clasp holding her 38G breasts.  

She released the hooks and the top popped off and landed on the bed 
in front of him.  “Holy shit, what a fucking pair, I have stood next to you for
 so many photographs and just would drool looking down your top!”

He smiled and played with his cock while staring at her breasts.  “Suck
 them, play with them, lick your nipples.”  Americana slid her hands beneath 
each of her huge breasts and lifted them to her lips.  She licked then
 sucked each hardening nipple.  

Smith climbed off the bed and knelt in front of the tall heroine.  He kissed
 her naval and grasped the edge of her panty bottoms.  As he continued to
 kiss down her belly, he pulled her bottoms off and slid them down to her
 ankles.  His tongue slithered into the black hair between her legs.  “Mmmm
 perfumed, so fucking nice.”  

Ms Americana closed her eyes and fought the shame.  She stood before the
 man who she had trusted for so many years, stood before him a sex slave. 
 She gasped as his tongue pushed against her pussy lips and her clit.  
“Open your legs, spread em!”  

The queen of justice spread her legs and immediately felt his tongue slide
 inside her pussy.  “God yes so tasty, sweet, lick lick!”  The Governor pushed
 her as he ate her and shoved her onto the bed.  She fell backwards and
 her boots went up flinging her panties into the air.  

His arms swung around her muscular thighs and roughly pulled her pussy
 wide open.  He gazed at the dripping pink and red pussy, its tiny jewel clit
 twitched.  He sucked and chewed on her clit, his fingers stretching her pussy
 making her cry out in pain.  

She forced herself into control, she would not let him dominate her, she 
could fight him.  The Governor used his thumb and rubbed her clitoris while 
his tongue pushed against her anus.  In moments, Ms Americana knew she 
couldn’t stop the inevitable, she felt a orgasm rising.

His rubbing and tongue where to much for her.  She threw her head back
 and screamed in a thundering orgasm, then realized what she had done. 
 Smith slid up the bed on top of her and grabbed a handful of hair.  “See, you 
like it, you want it, you can deny it and prance around in a costume, but your
 just a woman.”  

She looked at him with an ire she had not felt in years.  Her face changed to 
pain as he pushed then rammed his cock into her pussy.  She grunted and 
now looked at him like a trapped animal.  “Don’t cum in me…please…fuck 
me but cum on me not in me.”

The Governor had always planned to cum on her not in her, he wanted to see
 the heroine disgraced with cum on her face.  He seized her legs and threw 
them on his shoulders, then began to slam into her cunt.

The entire time he fucked her, he looked into her eyes.  He saw pride at times, 
but most time’s disgrace and sadness.  “God your pussy, its like sucking my
 cock, tell me…tell me what I want to hear hero.“  

Ms Americana knew if she said what he wanted to hear, it would also make 
her hot and most likely cum, but she had no choice.  “Fuck me, I am Ms Americana,
 queen of liberty, hero of Center City fuck meeeee!”  An orgasm ripped through
 her body.  “OH GOD OH GGGGOOOD!”  

Smith saw her face and couldn’t stop his orgasm.  He pulled out of her tight 
pussy, aimed and squirted white streams of cum across her face.  The jizz
 splattered her mouth, lips and hair.  He groaned and pumped the last drops
 of cum watching it drip down her neck.  

He smiled and rubbed the gummy spooge around her face with the head of his
 dick.  “Open your mouth, lick it, taste it.”  Americana licked and slurped the thick
 white juice, then swallowed it with a look of distaste.  

Governor Smith was not done, he had taken a male enhancement drug, he
 spent the rest of the night fucking and abusing the cities heroine.

Chapter 7

Flag Girl’s cage opened and she ran to the computer panel to see if she could
 stop what LeClair had done.  She was about to touch the buttons when a fine
 mist sprayed on the panels from tiny jets on the desk.  The panels immediate
 began to melt.  

She ran out and outside turned to see the entire section of the building collapse.  

The following night Flag Girl stood in an alley with the cities remaining heroines.
  She explained what had happened and the loss of friends hit her.  She began
 to cry and fell against Ms Americana.  The raven haired beauty didn’t tell her
 friends about her deal with the Governor.  

Got Gal shook her head and looked at the group in disgust.  “We cant tell
 anyone about LeClair.  If we do then he wins, he walks around telling all how
 he defeated all those hero’s.  Besides, we have no proof, the evidence is gone.
  Also, it will look like we are trying to blame everything on someone else.  
 But if we don’t tell, our friends have been disgraced and die as…villains.”

The group agreed for now, they would remain silent about LeClair.  

The Governor went on television and called for the police to relax, his talks with
 Ms Americana had been successful and the heroines would abide by any
 orders from him.  The media hung on to the stories as long as possible 
continually showing Hotflash/Rebecca Morris hanging from bed sheets in 
county lock up.  

The Governor also stopped the execution of Zoey Walton and sentenced her
 to twenty-five years in jail.  She was kept in solitary confinement for her own
 protection but the guards had their fun on a nightly basis.

Ms Americana went to the Governor every last day of the month as agreed.

She never knew LeClair had advised the Governor what to do to get Ms 
Americana in bed.