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AZURE
ANGEL: MISTRESS AMERICANA
By
Dark One
Ms Americana's tits popped out.
"Oh! You vile MAN! How dare you expose Ms Americana's boobs!" the gorgeous Queen of Justice
cried. The wicked little man laughed and turned to run. But the sexy super
heroine was too fast for him. A second after he turned, she kicked his feet
away and had him. "Now you will suffer the wrath of Ms
Americana!"
Azure Angel itched to join the battle. The Japanese-born
beauty watched from three stories above, crouched atop a fire-gutted building.
They were just north of downtown Delta City. She'd watched Ms
Americana, Flag Girl, and Champion Girl chase the five muggers out of the park
across the street. The ones responsible, she guessed, for terrorizing all those
young lovers strolling through the park the past month.
"Take that, mugger!" Flag Girl cried, kicking
another of the black-clad men in the chin. He fell straight back, unconscious
and spread eagle on the street. But yet another man ran up behind her, pulled
her arms back, and hung on for dear life. He held her long enough for a new
attacker to come up and rip off her star-spangled top. "Hey! That's not
right! I'm a super heroine!"
"Super heroine, my ass," Azure Angel sneered
softly. "Sidekick, maybe. You're not ready to be a super heroine like
me."
KA-BOOM!
"Holy…!" Azure Angel said, jumping to her feet.
Champion Girl's awesome power always left her speechless.
That thunderous bolt split the air, and knocked the mugger with Flag Girl's top
a good twenty feet. A second later, the sexy sidekick broke free of her captor,
and went after him with flying kicks and fists, and 36Ds flopping all around.
"Halt!" Champion Girl cried from twenty feet
above the battle.
Ms Americana was slowly pushing
the last two men back. She was too fast, too strong for those men, all their
huge muscles be damned. But what Champion Girl saw, that Ms
Americana failed to see, was the first man down wasn't really out. He rose up
behind the Queen of Justice, with her costume top still in hand. A second later
he whipped the top around her neck, and pulled it tight.
"Stop it," Champion Girl demanded, and prepared
to shoot another bolt of pure power at him.
Crack. Fizzle. She was suddenly out of power.
"Oh no."
Azure Angel's big brown eyes went wide. She'd seen Champion
Girl run out of power before, but never so suddenly. Apparently the young super
heroine hadn't been paying attention to how much solar power she still had
stored, because she dropped from the sky like a rock.
"Ugh!" she cried, landing face first in the
street.
The two men that had been fighting Ms
Americana immediately jumped on Champion Girl. Within seconds she was
handcuffed, her red top stripped off.
"That's it!" Azure Angel cried. She understood
that other super heroines didn't want her joining their fights. The Asian
Avenger admitted she'd screwed up before; her big, splashy entrances tended to
surprise and startle her sisters in crimefighting,
and thus shift the momentum of battle. That always resulted in them ALL being
captured, stripped, and fucked. Very humiliating for everyone, especially HER.
But this time, the tide had already turned for the heroines below. "Time
to save the day."
"Uuuuggghhh," Champion
Girl cried out. She was on all fours, her top and bottoms gone. One mugger had
mounted her from behind, and she was getting the shit fucked out of her sweet
round ass.
At that second, Ms Americana
flipped the man trying to strangle her. Flipped him right over her shoulder,
and followed up with a series of fast, powerful punches to his face that took
him out of the battle. Again. And Flag Girl was running back toward her fallen
comrade, from the opposite direction.
Now it was four against two below, odds still against the
super heroines. And one of the men was busy fucking Champion Girl. But neither
super heroine realized that the man Flag Girl had been chasing was right behind
her, with a blackjack in hand. As soon as she slowed down, he would whack her.
As Ms Americana tore into the two
men defending their happily-fucking cohort, Azure Angel leapt off the building.
She dropped fast, preparing to land on her feet and immediately starting
kicking butt. Only a super heroine, with her superior Aphrodite body, could
leap off such a high building without fear of death or serious injury. Besides,
the Asian Avenger had specifically been practicing that trick, along with her
awesome NINJA fighting skills.
"Wrap them up pretty, boys," a beautiful blonde
woman called, striding out of the park. She was tall, shapely, and completely
sheathed in shiny black leather. Looked like a dominatrix. "Mistress
Matisse wants some SUPER pets to play with."
"Huh?" Ms Americana
said, pausing. Her baby blues suddenly flashed. "YOU!"
"Holy Leather Bound!" Flag Girl cried, stopping.
Then she spotted the figure sneaking up from behind. "Hey!"
"What the…?" Azure Angel said, falling fast. A
second later, she landed with a loud pop of her stilettos
striking concrete, and dropped into a fighting stance. "Hhaaaiii!"
Ms Americana and Flag Girl both
whipped their heads around toward her. Azure Angel knew in that instant that
she'd done it again. Half a second later, Flag Girl was blackjacked in the back
of the head. As she cried out and dropped to her knees, the two men in front of
the mad fucker on Champion Girl lashed out at Ms
Americana. One smashed a fist into her face, the other kicked up into her
crotch.
The super sexy Queen of Justice grunted and staggered back,
straight into the newcomer. That leather-clad beauty laughed, reached down, and
REMOVED the golden power belt around Ms Americana's
waist.
"I've been DE-POWERED!" Ms
Americana cried.
"Yes you have," the dominatrix said, seizing a
handful of thick, black hair and jerking Ms Americana's
head straight back. The statuesque heroine instinctively threw her red-gloved
hands up and back, trying to free her hair. But the blonde dominatrix was a
big, buxomy Aphrodite woman just like Ms Americana, and an expert in handling women brutally.
"Now you belong to me."
Azure Angel took a step to go free Ms
Americana, when she saw the two muggers turn on her, arms cocked to deliver
powerful punches to her face.
"Uughh!" cried Flag
Girl.
Azure Angel cut a look at Flag Girl, just in time to see
the man with the blackjack pound the stunning sidekick into the ground. An
instant later, two fists smashed into the sides of Azure Angel's own head.
"Uuugggg!"
Being a super heroine, she felt the blow, but stood her
ground. A normal woman, or even a man, would've been knocked unconscious by
such an attack from two very big, very strong men. Though a little stunned,
Azure Angel just staggered back to gain a second to recover and a chance to
drop into a defensive stance. But instead, her stiletto-heeled feet hit the
curb behind her, and she suddenly found herself falling fast.
"Ugh!" the Asian Avenger cried, her head striking
an unexpected fire hydrant.
Dazed, her limbs not responding, Azure Angel could only
watch as Flag Girl was handcuffed, stripped, and laid out next to Champion
Girl. Her captor quickly mounted her round ass, fucking the blonde sidekick
hard as she started to recover consciousness.
"Hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
Ms Americana groaned, long and low.
The dominatrix blonde had the statuesque super heroine's
luscious body bent way back. And claimed the vivacious vigilante's full red
lips in a passionate lip lock, all while her black-gloved hand slipped under
the Queen of Justice's red-white-and-blue thong panties. The dominatrix obviously
knew what she was about, rubbing Ms Americana's
hypersensitive clit with practiced expertise. The super sexy super heroine was
helpless, and her mind was now occupied with fighting off the climax that
threatened to bring her utterly under the control of her captor.
Meanwhile, the two men who'd hit Azure Angel grabbed her.
They jerked her to her wobbly feet. A second later, her matching blue top and
bottoms were stripped away, leaving only her red sash, boots, and mask. They
handcuffed her, and she was pushed back to her knees between them. The man
behind her dropped his pants, knelt, and shoved his hard cock between her silky
smooth butt cheeks.
"No, anything but the… AAAAAAASSSSSSS!" Azure
Angel cried, feeling his too-thick cock penetrate her anus. It felt like he was
ripping her in half. The Japanese-born heroine gasped, grunted, back arched and
eyes widened.
Then the other man
shoved his cock in her wide open mouth.
"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmggghhh!"
In no time flat, the dick up her ass stopped hurting. Worse,
it felt good. Then great. Then, to her eternal shame, if felt DIVINE! Her
curvaceous body became all tingly, filled with liquid heat, and she writhed in
pleasure instead of resistance. She started sucking that other dick with
something resembling eagerness without realizing it, since most of her thoughts
were on the cock driving her WILD.
Great ancestors,
forgive me!
"Azure Angel, my ass," the man getting sucked off
said. "More like Azure WHORE. Look at how she's sucking my cock! Damn,
she's great!"
"Wait! This is sick," Ms
Americana cried beseechingly. Azure Angel cut her eyes to the left. She saw Ms Americana being forced to bend over, knees locked
straight, hands cuffed behind her back, while the dominatrix stood behind her
and reached up and under her shapely ass, to her energized clit. She was still
rubbing the Queen of Justice into la-la land, but now the fifth mugger wanted
something, too. He had hold of her head, and was pushing her face towards his
thick, erect cock. "We can get you the help you so obviously need! No
jail, just a short stay in a mental hospital!"
Ms Americana had the most
wonderful look of disbelief on her gorgeous face. Her baby blues were wide and
staring at that approaching cock. Her full red, glossy lips were parted, trembling.
Her nipples were hard, erect and dark red, no doubt from intense blood flow.
When the dick was half an inch from her lips, her mouth opened wider to accept
it in. Azure Angel knew, then and there, that Ms
Americana had already lost the battle against the Aphrodite Curse. She was
AROUSED and ready.
"Hhhuuuggghhh. Hmmmmmmmggghhh," Ms
Americana moaned, a thick cock sliding slowly into her mouth, deeper and deeper
until nose was buried deep in a thick mass of pubic hair. Seeing her personal
heroine and idyll being fucked, and LIKING it, pushed the Asian Avenger right
up to the brink, a monster orgasm ready to rip her last shreds of self-respect,
dignity, and willpower. She watched as the now-wet cock slipped back out of Ms Americana's mouth, and as her lips reached the head, the
oversexed super heroine's tongue slipped out and rolled around that head,
slurping loudly. Licked it. Savored it. And then she gobbled him back down,
groaning wantonly. "Mmmmmm."
That was it. Azure Angel's eyes crossed, and the battle was
lost. That cock relentlessly pounding her ass, and the other sliding in and out
of her mouth, proved too much. A climax to end all climaxes crashed into her,
searing her very soul.
"Hhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
she cried around the cock. "Uuuuuuuuggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
The gorgeous Asian Avenger's screaming orgasm, though
muffled by that pounding cock, set off all the other super heroines. It was the
nail that sealed their fates. First Champion Girl, then Flag Girl, and finally Ms Americana all climaxed. Loudly.
"Fuck them long and hard, my pets," the
dominatrix purred with pure pleasure. "Super heroines are the most
helpless, most vulnerable when climaxing. Once they are tamed, then I can begin
molding them into the perfect pets for my kinky pleasures."
"Your plan worked perfectly, Mistress Matisse,"
the man fucking Flag Girl grunted out.
"Better, actually," the mistress said, laughing.
"I expected our little mugging spree to attract one MINOR super heroine,
like Azure Angel or Amazing Babe. I never dreamed I'd get FOUR, including the
premier super slut, Ms Americana."
"Mmmmmmm," Azure Angel
cried, climaxing as her cheeks ballooned out, mouth filled to overflowing with
cum. She swallowed all she could, but some leaked out and dribbled on her naked
tits. Then the ass-fucker grunted, and filled her butt hole with cum, too. That
set off another climax. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!
I've been tamed!"
"Yes you have, Azure Bungler," the dominatrix
said. She laughed, then swatted Ms Americana's
shapely ass. "And so has this holier-than-thou super slut." She
looked around with pleasure. All of her men were either climaxing or close to
it. Ms Americana was slurping furiously, cum
dribbling out of her mouth as she eagerly drank it down as fast as possible.
"Line them up, boys. One last thing to do, then they will be my personal
property forever and ever."
The four vanquished vigilantes were forced to kneel in line
before the haughty dominatrix villainess. Ms
Americana was first, with Champion Girl next, then Flag Girl, and finally Azure
Angel. The blonde dominatrix walked down the sexy line, pausing to caress the
face and kiss the lips of each helpless heroine, before stopping at Ms Americana.
"Ah, the ultimate prize," she said, cupping Ms Americana's supermodel gorgeous, blue-masked face. She
then took hold of the edge of that mask, the Queen of Justice's last line of
defense. The sexy, super-stacked super heroine gasped, baby blues wide in fear
and shock. Then the wicked blonde beauty slowly pulled the mask off her
prisoner's face. "Oh my God, it's Brenda Wade! Brenda fucking Wade."
"Didn't she buy the last building your previous
dungeon was in and evict you?" one of the muggers asked.
"Yes, she did," Mistress Matisse said, eyes
triumphant. "In fact, she bought the last THREE buildings I had dungeons
in, just so she COULD evict me." She shrugged. "I guess I shouldn't
have said on public TV that I thought she was born to submit, and I'd like to
be the woman that tamed and trained her as a slave girl."
"True, but looks like you'll get your wish now,
Mistress."
"So true."
"You won't get away with this," Brenda growled.
"I am a rich, powerful, and RESPECTED businesswoman in this city. I will
be missed, and they will leave NO stone unturned looking for me."
"Yeah, right," Mistress Matisse sneered. Then she
went down the line and unmasked the other three heroines. Azure Angel was last.
"You're a nobody, too. Like Champion Girl. Shame, but at least I have two
famous celebrity bitches to break."
Before Azure Angel, or any of the other three, could
respond, chloroform-soaked cloths were pressed over their mouths and noses.
Already weak from their taming, all four quickly succumbed to the powerful
drug. They were loaded into a van, and taken away. Their discarded costumes
were left on the street, masks and all, to let the world know they were
defeated and gone forever.
Mistress Matisse spent the next week personally training Ms Americana. Meanwhile, Azure Angel, Flag Girl, and Champion
Girl were tied up sexily, leaving all their orifices available for abuse, and
abused they were. Day in and day out, all night. Fact was, Mistress Matisse
owned a BDSM club at the edge of Delta City – Paradise, she called it, for its
very extensive services in bondage sex. Very exclusive clientele, too. So, as
their alter-egos of Yumi Wong, Lydia Willis, and
Candi Graham, they were kept bound and drugged, always available for the
"sport" of the club's patrons. No one knew they were the missing
super heroines.
After a week, Ms Americana made
her appearance, and what an appearance. Azure Angel could only gawk at her
idyll's transformation. Ms Americana still wore her
bikini-and-boots costume, but her mistress had altered it. It was all leather
and latex now, in the colors black, gray and white. The white parts of the
costume remained white, but the red became gray and the blue was now black. Her
gloves were now black latex opera gloves, and her boots shiny black thigh boots
with white strip up the front and around the top, coupled with a single gold
star on each of the outer sides. Oh yeah, she wore wicked silver spurs, too.
The gold-starred blue choker had also been replaced, with a wide, black leather
slave collar.
And she was still masked, but now it was a star-spangled
BLACK leather mask.
"My pets, may I introduce the newest staff member of
my kinky little club..." Mistress Matisse said dramatically.
"Mistress Americana!"
"I see a lot of really bad, bad boys," Mistress
Americana sneered, and cracked her wicked-looking whip. "And even more
naughty girls, just begging for a spanking."
Azure Angel and Flag Girl gawked for a long moment. They
shared a worried look.
"I think Ms Americana has
been turned," Azure Angel said.
"Holy Corrupters! Mistress Matisse has corrupted and
remolded Ms Americana into a wicked dominatrix like
herself!" Flag Girl cried.
"Yes I have, Lydia," Mistress Matisse purred
wickedly, and pointed a finger at her. "My pet, I want you to start with
pretty little Lydia, and break her. Tame her. Turn her into the ultimate
pleasure pet, a simpering, slavishly devoted LOVE SLAVE."
"It will be my supreme pleasure, Mistress,"
Mistress Americana said, smiling with wicked glee.
For the next two days, Mistress Americana gleefully broke
her super sexy protégé. The beautiful blonde nineteen-year-old didn't stand a
chance against the dedicated wickedness of her former mentor. She was broken in
full view of Paradise's well-heeled patrons, many of whom were friends or
acquaintances of hers. After that, the raven-maned mistress tamed Lydia,
destroyed the last vestiges of her free will, and began molding her into the
perfect little sexual plaything. Molded the once-proud super babe into a
submissive fuck toy, into the perfect little pet for her mistress.
Then it was Champion Girl's turn. She took three days to
break, tame and remold into a submissive fuck slave, eager to submit and please
no matter what anyone demanded of her. Her only thought was to PLEASE.
Azure Angel, to her ancestors' shame, broke super fast. In one day she was a panting, submissive fuck
toy. Eager to please, submissive to a fault. The former Asian Avenger eagerly
sucked, fucked, licked boot and ass. Anything. Anything at all.
"Mistress Matisse, I give you the yummiest morsel of
them all, slave girl Yumi," Mistress Americana
said, spike-heeled boot on Yumi's sweet round ass as
the slave girl waited on all fours before the club's top mistress. Before the
tall, leather-bound THRONE that was the top mistress's exclusive privilege.
Then Mistress Americana pushed her heel forward, and Yumi
crawled to Mistress Matisse's black thigh-booted feet and started licking
sensuously, moaning and groaning with pleasure, gloved hands fondling her
owner's beautiful boots. "Azure Angel's especially talented with her
tongue, Mistress Matisse."
Azure Angel wished they would decide if they wanted to call
her by her real name, Yumi, or by her super heroine
name, Azure Angel. Either one was fine with her. But it got confusing how they
kept switching back and forth in the middle of a conversation. They did the
same with Lydia/Flag Girl and Candi/Champion Girl.
At the moment, though, she was wearing her Azure Angel
costume. Mistress Matisse had left their costumes on the streets, but she'd
also forced them to reveal where they kept spares. So she had ALL of their
spare costumes, including Ms Americana's and Flag
Girl's power belts, under lock and key. They were issued to the girls to wear
on occasion.
"Well done, my pet," Matisse said, enjoying the
show Azure Angel was putting on at her feet. "Go out and supervise the
floor, Mistress Americana. Don’t forget your eight o'clock appointment with
Mayor Fulcrum. Apparently no one ties him up and spanks him like you."
"Oh, I won't forget, Mistress," Mistress
Americana said, smiling with wicked delight. "I love abusing politicians
more than any others."
"Mmmmm," Azure Angel
groaned, loving the feel of patent leather sliding across her hot, wet tongue.
Matisse's boots had bright red lacing crisscrossing up the front. She loved
that, too. Thought of it as texture for her pleasure. Still, she focused on
kissing, licking and nuzzling the hard toe of Matisse's boot. Her mistress was
squirming, loving how she stroked and caressed the six-inch stiletto heel as
she rubbed her face on the boot leather. Apparently, she was the only one of
Matisse's girls who loved her boot-licking ritual enough to do that. Lydia and
Candi just licked, kissed and caressed as they worked their way up the boot to
the Promised Land between Matisse's legs. They saw boot-licking as foreplay. Yumi saw it as a pleasure unto itself. "Uuuummmmm."
After about fifteen minutes, Matisse ordered her to lick
her way up, and get down to the business of pleasuring her mistress properly. Yumi obeyed eagerly. She lived to please, nothing else.
Matisse's legs were bare under the thigh boots. Besides the
boots, she wore a black leather thong, with silver zipper. Above that, a black
leather corset and matching leather opera gloves. She accessorized with a
diamond necklace around her ANKLE, choke chain around her throat, big hoop
earrings and silver bangles around each black leather-gloved wrist.
The vanquished and thoroughly tamed vigilante took her time
licking, kissing and nuzzling her way up Mistress Matisse's booted legs. Took
ten minutes, and then she unzipped her mistress's thong with her teeth. Matisse
loved it when she did that. And Matisse was waxed bare underneath, so no pubic
hairs to catch on the zipper. Only bubblegum pink nether lips, well-perfumed,
already glistening with girl juices.
"Mmmm, delish," Azure
Angel groaned, lapping at that sopping wet cunt.
"Don't ignore my ass, my pet," Mistress Matisse
commanded, though groaning with pleasure. Azure Angel thrust her left index finger
up Matisse's vagina, got it nice and wet, and then pushed it up Matisse's tight
sphincter. "Ooooooh, yes. You're good, my pet. Real good."
"Thank you, Mistress," Azure Angel said, smiling
with delight.
While one hand finger-fucked her mistress, the other kept
caressing those boots, those legs, those firm, super soft butt cheeks. All
while she lowered her full red lips to Matisse's hot snatch and licked the slit
from end to end, over and over, until her mistress began to squirm in that
leather-bound throne. Then the super sexy, conquered heroine sucked in
Matisse's clit and sucked long and hard.
"YES!" Matisse cried. "Oh, yes! Just like
that. Oh, you're almost as good as Americana!"
Almost? the Japanese-born beauty thought,
a bit of jealous anger seeping in.
"Don't slow down," Matisse said. Then she grabbed
Azure Angel's dark, silky hair, painfully pulling it, and slammed the slave's
face into her cunt several times. "I said do it RIGHT!"
Anger flashed. Before Azure Angel realized what she was
doing, she balled up her right fist, and RAMMED it up Matisse's cunt.
"Uuuugggggggggggggghhhhh,"
Matisse groaned, back arching and arms thrown wide. Azure Angel rammed that
fist in and out for five minutes, until, "Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieee!
Oh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"
Then she pulled her fist out, and grabbed Matisse by the
hair. The supreme mistress was pulled from her seat, and thrown to all fours on
the floor. While Mistress Matisse panted on the floor, on all fours, Azure Angel
glared down hatefully and fetched a strap-on. She buckled the ten-inch, bright
pink dildo around her shapely hips, and dropped to her knees behind Matisse.
Then grabbed the mistress's long, silky blonde hair and yanked her head back,
forcing her to arch her back.
"Guess who is going to DO IT RIGHT now, bitch,"
Azure Angel growled, and thrust that thick shaft of pink rubber deep inside
Matisse's cunt.
"Aagggghhhh," Matisse
groaned. Azure Angel noticed her tits had spilled out of her tight corset, and
her soft pink nipples were now rock-hard, erect and dark pink with arousal. Oh
yeah, she was liking it. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHH!"
"See, you can climax like a slave girl too,"
Azure Angel whispered in her ear. Then she pulled out of Matisse's cunt, and
rammed it home up her ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Sing for me, slave!" Azure Angel cried, fucking
her hard and fast. Within moments Matisse as screaming out one orgasm after
another. "Damn, bitch, you broke even faster than ME!"
"Yes she did," Mistress Americana said. Azure
Angel never heard her enter the room. Fear filled her. Americana was her TRUE
MISTRESS, the woman that broke and tamed her. The superior woman that trained
her, that made her into the slave girl she was. "But Matisse is Aphrodite,
too. So she is subject to the same Curse."
"Ah… merrr… icannaaaa… make… her…. s-stop-p-p," Matisse grunted
out with each stroke of the strap-on. Azure Angel didn't stop just because her
mistress entered the room. "I can't…. take…. much…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!
I am TAMED!"
"Yes, tamed by a SLAVE," Mistress Americana
sneered. "You are disgusting. Good job, Yumi."
She then placed her black, stiletto-heeled boot between the panting Matisse's
shoulder blades. "I am in charge now. You belong to me, Matisse. SLAVE
GIRL Matisse." Then she locked fierce baby blues on Azure Angel.
"Fuck her harder, faster. I'll tell you when to stop."
Together, they broke and tamed, and thoroughly remolded and
trained Mistress Matisse that evening. Took less than four hours, and Mistress
Americana even managed to get in her eight o'clock with the mayor. She wasn't
about to miss THAT. By ten that night, Matisse had reemerged on Paradise's main
floor as the sexy little submissive she was born to be. She was, of course,
passed around by one and all.
Mistress Americana took full control and ownership of the
BDSM club after that. She returned to her life as Brenda Wade, respected
businesswoman. But her nights were spent at Paradise. Lydia and Candi remained
on their knees at the club, 24/7, and LOVED IT. Brenda Wade, though, gained a
new shadow. Yumi Wong became her personal assistant,
following her EVERYWHERE.
Yumi remained slavishly devoted
to her personal heroine, her supreme idyll, her MISTRESS. She lived to serve,
and serve she did. Served Mistress Americana, and sometimes Mistress BRENDA, in
every way imaginable.
THE
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