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MS AMERICANA: PRIMPED AND PIMPED II
By Dark One
Brenda Wade drummed her perfectly manicured fingers on her
vast desk, in her sprawling executive suite atop Wade Towers. Every day was pure torture since Lydia went
missing. Two weeks ago she was seen
leaving college after her last class of the day. She went home -- Brenda found her clothes of
the day thrown atop her bed -- dressed up as Flag Girl and left.
She hadn't been heard from since.
"Dammit," Brenda cried, snapping another pen in
half. "What was she thinking? Where did she go? What could've been so important that she had
to hurry home and go out, without taking the time to let me know?" Then another thought struck her. "Or…was she trying to impress me by
going out and patrolling on her own?"
The not knowing in many ways was the worst part.
It was a delicate balancing act Brenda was performing. As yet, neither Lydia nor Flag Girl had been
reported missing. If it became public
knowledge that both pretty blondes vanished at exactly the same time, then some
of the more clever members of the media, police or criminal element might put
two and two together, and then figure out who Ms Americana had to be.
That would be a bad thing.
As it were, Brenda was being doubly vigilant whenever she
traveled to and from work, or ventured out on the town for shopping or
meetings. Whoever had Flag Girl probably
knew her true identity. Of course,
Brenda had a limo with bodyguards and high security to protect her. But still.
And, there had been no phone calls.
That surprised her, since surely the malefactor that captured Flag Girl
had unmasked her by then. Why weren't
they trying to blackmail her?
"The criminal mind is so hard to fathom
some….eeks!" she cried, when that special cell phone she carried
rang. She was alone in the office, so
answered with her Ms Americana, most commanding voice. "Hello, Ms Americana here."
"Hey, Americana, it's Phil."
Phil the Pill. Petty
criminal. A small time operator with a
newsstand on the edge of Sugar Town. He
saw and heard a lot. Enough to be one of
her better informants.
"I know," she said. "What do you have for me?"
"I was wondering, where is Flag Girl?"
"None of your business. Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"I just heard she is working as a streetwalker over at
Anita and Cox."
<Yes!> she thought, heart racing and lungs tightening
up. But first she had to deal with Phil
and rumor control. <This should be
easy enough.>
"I bet," she said, sounding bored. "Last week another of my informants
called, wanting to know if it was true that I gave up crime fighting and moved
into the Palace, working for King Pimp.
How absurd."
"Then it isn't Flag Girl?"
"Please. Don't
insult my intelligence," she said.
"Anything else? Anything I
can use?"
"I don't suppose you'll pay me for that rumor?"
"No."
"Damn. Never
mind."
Brenda hung up and reached for the intercom to her
secretary. "Alison. Clear my schedule for the rest of the
day. I have a killer migraine and I am
going home."
"Yes, ma'am," Alison said.
An hour later, Brenda strode into her bedroom. She'd left orders not to disturb her for any
reason, on pain of immediate termination.
Her staff knew she meant it. She wouldn't
be disturbed.
She quickly stripped out of the blue silk dress, that
matched her eye color almost perfectly.
Brenda carefully put everything back in its place, including putting her
white thong undies in the dirty clothes hamper.
When the statuesque multimillionaire passed through the hidden entrance
to her secret room, she wasn't wearing anything but make up and perfume.
Brenda hurried to her dressing area, where she wasted no
time pulling on red calf boots with the red stripe up the front and tall
stiletto heels. Next, she put on her
Americana red, white and blue, stars and stripes bikini costume. The bottoms were French cut, making her legs
and well rounded hips look fantastic.
The top was strapless and held her 44DDs up spectacularly. Then she put on the golden power belt.
"Ooooo, so I love
that," she groaned, feeling her skin gooseflesh and a chill run up her
back. Putting on the power belt was like
having a really big dick shoved up her pussy.
It felt incredible, but without the climax that would undo her. "That felt like I'm full to the bream
with sexual energy."
It was really sexual frustrations. And the way she tossed and turned every
night, it was hard for her to not be full of sexual frustrations to fuel her
power belt. All she ever thought about
when she went to bed was sex. Especially
how much she missed getting it, how much she needed it. Bedtime was the hardest part of her day. She questioned her life as Ms Americana a
couple times a week, but the next morning she was usually better.
Next, she put on her blue choker and red star
earrings. Then she pressed the blue,
star-spangled mask to her face and pulled on the red gauntlet gloves, before
crowning herself with the golden tiara.
That done, she felt like the Queen of Justice.
"Perfect," she said, after looking herself over
in a full-length mirror with critical eyes.
She quickly put together a small kit. It consisted of a dozen syringes and a small
bottle of a top secret drug. The drug
would suppress any memories she wanted a person to forget. Ms Americana claimed it completely removed
the memories, but it really just suppressed them. According to the Wade Research scientists
that created it, it cut off the links to the memories targeted. That's why Kid Rotten still worried her. One day he MIGHT remember he had owned her
body and soul, kept her as a street whore for over two years, but hopefully
believe it was just a dream or even just an idle thought.
She tried to run him out of town several times since she
escaped sexual servitude to him. But
each time she went up against him, her own memories of him betrayed her. She ended up submitting to his will each
time, and barely escaped. The drug's
creators warned that continued contact COULD reestablish lost memory links.
So she stayed far away from him, just in case. Unfortunately, that meant he had a free pass
as far as she was concerned.
Fortunately, Green Spectre and Lady Midnight had done their parts to
pick up the slack. So far he had avoided
prison time, but he got picked up occasionally by them.
With her "Memory kit" in hand, Ms Americana got
in her car and headed for Sugar Town. It
was still midafternoon. She rarely went
out in broad daylight. That would
probably surprise them all.
Ms Americana soon arrived in Sugar Town and parked her car
deep in an alley a block over from the intersection of Anita and Cox. Sitting in the car she considered her
options.
The territories of four pimps met at that
intersection. Kid Rotten, JJ Rod, Sweet
Willie and Angelique. Sweet Willie was a
large Asian man, and new to Sugar Town and Delta City. He worked thirty girls, mostly college
students he was blackmailing into prostitution.
JJ Rod grew up in the sex business, since he mother was a hooker and his
father her pimp. He was only in his
early twenties, but had been pimping for ten years. He was a big, strong black man that too many
women found irresistible. Angelique was
a beautiful red head, who was a former prostitute turned pimp after she
captured a super heroine five years back, and whored her out for two years
before selling her to Erica Sambino.
Other hookers liked what they saw, and joined her stable of girls.
She figured it was a toss up whether Sweet Willie or
Angelique had Flag Girl. Angelique had a
history of capturing, taming and whoring off super heroines -- five so far that
Ms Americana knew about. But Sweet
Willie had a history of blackmailing college girls. Lydia might've gone out to save one of her
girl friends being blackmailed. Either
way, Sweet Willie was closer. It was
decided.
Ms Americana started her car and headed for the
street. His girls worked on Cox up to
Anita. Angelique had Cox past Anita. All of Sweet Willie's girls used Big Mamma's Sweet
Dreams Hotel, a notorious hooker hotel.
Of the four pimps, he worked the fewest girls. Angelique had sixty-five girls last Ms
Americana heard, while JJ Rod controlled eighty-two. Kid Rotten had seventy working Anita, another
forty over on Cummins and even more divided between two other smaller red light
districts in Delta City. He was one of
the biggest street pimps in Delta City.
And that didn't count his call girls, of which rumor said he had
fifty-five, mostly college girls and young bored housewives.
Within minutes Ms Americana was sitting at the intersection
of Fuller and Cox, looking up Cox at all of Sweet Willie's girls. Half were blondes, but none of them was Lydia
or Flag Girl. But she spotted William
"Sweet Willie" Huang in the midst of all that illicit trade in human
flesh. It was enough to make her blood
boil.
Sweet Willie was a six foot five inch Chinese American. Though tall, he was slim but muscular. Like a basketball player. In fact, he was a star college player until
the seedy side of life sank its claws into him, and he began pimping off his
"girlfriends" and college cheerleaders and other coed lovelies in
Sugar Town during his senior year.
Before his arrest for pimping by Lady Midnight, he was on the fast track
to a pro basketball career.
About that time the street cleared of all traffic, and
Sweet Willie headed across the street.
The Queen of Justice saw her chance.
A grim smile spread across her beautiful, masked face.
"It's party time," Ms Americana muttered, and hit
the gas.
Ms Americana whipped around the corner and raced straight
at the notorious pimp. The Asian
American pimp froze in the middle of the street, staring at her speeding car
like a deer caught in headlights. For a
second, Ms Americana thought about running him down. But at the last second she swerved aside and
opened her door. The door smacked him
down instead.
"Ooff!" he cried,
hitting the hard pavement.
Ms Americana leapt out of her idling car amid the gasps and
screams of Sweet Willie's stable of beauties.
Most started into the street to help their beloved pimp, but stopped
short when they realized just who ran him down.
Fear of super heroines kicked their self-preservation instincts in, and
they hung back. Few departed the area
though.
"Hello, Sweet Willie, amazing RUNNING into you
today," Ms Americana said, striking a classic pose over the stunned pimp. "We need to talk."
"Bitch," Sweet Willie groaned. "That was just rude."
"No, that was karma," she said. "PIMPING is rude."
"Yeah? As rude
as this?" he said, and lashed out with his foot.
Sweet Willie's foot caught the sexy super heroine by
surprise. She leapt back, avoided his
foot, but smashed into the door of her own car and bounced back forward, while
the door slammed shut. The pimp leapt up
and sent an uppercut into the surprised super heroine's chin.
"Ugh!" she cried, surprised more than hurt. Her power belt gave her remarkable endurance.
Ms Americana's arms flew up and out, her head snapped
back. Sweet Willie was deceptively
strong. And even more deceptively fast. The uppercut was followed by a knee to the
gut, then a combination to the head. Now
the sexy super heroine was stunned, and hurting.
The Queen of Justice had never dealt with Sweet Willie
one-on-one before. Lady Midnight seemed
to be his main nemesis. Her, and Green
Spectre, mostly. They'd fought him many
times. Pimps never went easy. But aside from cold-cocking Spectre Girl
once, he'd never had any success fighting super heroines. And none of them were super powered like her. So, up until that moment, she'd thought Sweet
Willie was the least threat to her of the four pimps in the area.
She dropped to hands and knees, gasping for breath and
shaking her head to clear the cobwebs.
Despite some disorientation and pain, she'd just withstood a thumping
that would have put a normal woman in the hospital. Being a stupid, arrogant man, Sweet Willie
would surely believe her completely whipped and cowed. She almost smiled.
Sweet Willie stepped up close, reached down and grabbed her
by her silky black hair. He yanked her
head back, forcing her to lock eyes with him.
With his free hand, he began fondling her 44DDs through her costume top.
"I'm going to enjoy pimping your sweet round white
butt," he sneered.
"Not as much as I am going to enjoy this," she
growled, and brought her right fist straight up into his groin.
"Uuuuggh," Sweet Willie
grunted, eyes rolling up and dropping to his knees beside her.
Ms Americana moved fast.
She reached down and unzipped his pants, then reached inside. In a flash she had his hyper sensitive and
aching balls in hand. And she SQUEEZED
until his eyes were almost bulging out and he was making tiny animal noises.
"Do I have your attention?" she said, baby blues
flashing fire.
"Uh-huh," he said.
"Do you have Flag Girl?" she said. "If you lie to me I'll rip your balls
off."
"No," he gasped breathlessly. "I…I…I don't….Oh, please…"
"If I find out you lied to me….," she said,
glaring daggers at him.
"I'm not!"
Ms Americana released his balls, and wiped her hand off on
his shoulder. Then she stood up, opened
her door and slammed it into his face as she did so. Sweet Willie collapsed at her booted
feet. She looked down upon his crumpled,
pathetic form and smiled smugly.
"You're not the first foolish man to think he's
captured me, only to learn otherwise to his despair," she said. "I am Ms Americana, the premier super
heroine in the country. No mere street
punk can capture and hold me."
Ms Americana got into her car, fired up the engine and
left.
"One down, three to go," Ms Americana
muttered. "If not Sweet Willie,
then it is most likely Angelique."
Sweet Willie was the main blackmailer of coeds, while
Angelique had a thing for super heroines.
Angelique was clearly a woman with the Aphrodite gene, for she was tall,
busty and gorgeous. She also had a
reputation as a fighter, with amazing endurance and recuperative
abilities. All indicators of that all
important gene. But unfortunately,
Angelique chose to use her gift for evil.
Kid Rotten and JJ Rod were both quite capable of putting a
sexy little thing like Flag Girl to work hooking. They were both brutal, vicious pimps. But she didn't credit either one of them with
the same degree of intelligence and cunning as Sweet Willie and Angelique.
As she approached the intersection of Anita and Cox, Ms
Americana spotted JJ Rod crossing the street back to his side of the
intersection. He looked to be leaving
Big Mamma's, where he probably was checking up on his working girls. She scowled at him, knowing he would go into
hiding once he spotted her car so she had to take him down right then.
JJ Rod glance in her direction then, did a double take and
took off running. She smiled. Terrorizing pimps was one of the perks of the
job. The big black pimp took off running
up Cox. She suspected he was trying to
lure her away from his girls, so they could continue working and earning him
money.
"I'll run them off later," she said, baby blues
locking on her target.
Ms Americana had to stop at the intersection to let another
car with the right of way go. Then she
floored it and took off after JJ Rod. He
was about halfway down the block when she caught up with him, swerved in front
of him and hit the brakes. The hapless
pimp crashed into her car. He was
sprawled across her hood as she slowly got out of her car and walked around to
the front to look him over with a smug smile.
"It does my heart good to see a sleazy pimp sprawled
out in pain," she said. "Hiya
there, JJ? Remember me?"
"What do you want, Americana?" JJ Rod groaned as
he slowly slipped off the car and regained his feet. He watched her warily. "I should file a complaint with the
police, for attempted murder. Attempted
vehicular homicide."
"Yeah, they'll believe that," she said. "I just want you to answer some
questions."
"Fuck you," he said, eyeing her hatefully. "You've sent me up the river three
times. I spent three months in County
lockup because of you last time."
"Should've been thirty years in State," she
grumbled. "You must have something
on the judge to get such a light sentence."
"If I had anything on the judge, Ameri-twit," he
sneered. "You would've been
arrested and sent to prison." He
looked her shapely form over from head to toe twice, smiling with supreme
appreciation of the feminine form.
"You would be very popular in County or State lockup."
"I bet," she said. "Not going to happen. Though, you might be looking at another trip,
if you don't cooperate."
JJ Rod pulled himself to his full six foot four,
two-hundred fifty pounds of hard packed muscle.
He wore black dress pants, with a skintight black muscle shirt and
twenty pounds of gold bling. The pimp
was clean shaven with a shaven head as well.
"You got a pretty mouth," JJ Rod said. "One day it's going to be wrapped around
my big black cock." She gasped,
baby blues flashing. "I'm going to
enjoy that day, then I'm going to make you whore yourself. That'll be even sweeter."
In a rage, the statuesque Queen of Justice rushed the
disgusting pimp. JJ Rod
backpedaled. She smiled when he backed
into her still open car door, slowing his retreat. Ms Americana chose that moment of distraction
to lung at him, flinging herself at him.
JJ Rod pushed through the door, then grabbed it before it closed and
flung it wide again.
"Oooff!" Ms Americana
grunted as she smashed into her own car door, smashing out the window. JJ Rod grabbed the door, pulled it back and
smashed it into the hapless heroine again.
"Uugh."
Ms Americana staggered back. She wasn't as hurt as JJ Rod thought. True, she was hurting, and falling back like
that gave her a few more seconds to recover, thanks to her power belt. But within seconds she would turn the tables
on the overconfident, arrogant man. She
was about to show him why she was the QUEEN of Justice.
Falling back quickly, she was followed by JJ Rod with
triumph in his dark, cruel eyes. He
thought he was master of his fate. But
she was, and about to slap him down. So
she had to fight the smile that threatened to spread across her face as he
quickly closed with her, preparing to pound his fists into her shapely body and
beautiful face.
<Just a little closer,> she thought, almost ready to
stop pretending to fall back and go into the attack. <Keep coming…keep coming…yes, that's
it….ready, here I ….> Then her left
foot stepped into a pothole, completely throwing her off balance. "Oops!"
Ms Americana threw her arms out to help catch her balance
as she start to trip and fall backwards.
JJ Rod charged in and pounded a fist into her chin. The legendary Queen of Justice grunted and
fell straight back. A second later her
head slammed into the unforgiving concrete, bounced. Light and darkness flashed behind her baby
blues. Her ability to discern up and
down, right and left was lost momentarily.
"Yes!" JJ Rod cried, as he kicked her with all he
had in the chin.
Her back arched as she grunted in pain, then her body
relaxed and Ms Americana lay unconscious at his feet. JJ Rod squatted beside her and cupped her
titanic tits for a long moment, before reaching between them and unfastening
the top. The red, white and blue top
sprang open, releasing its gorgeous contents.
The pimp was mesmerized by the sight of her legendary tits,
now naked and vulnerable before him. He
started mashing them together, squeezing and caressing, just thoroughly
enjoying those monster tits. The big
pimp was so caught up in her tits he didn't realized the city's premier super
heroine was recovering remarkably fast beneath his hands. At least not until it was too late.
"Wait," he cried, jumping to his feet as Ms
Americana suddenly sprung to life, or at least that is how it appeared to him.
"Vile miscreant!
How dare you lay hands on Ms Americana!" she cried, leaping to her
feet. "You stripped my breasts!"
Ms Americana's red gloved hands immediately went to her
power belt. Thankfully, the golden belt
that gave her super powers was not removed.
While conscious, it cannot be removed from her body. Unconscious, well that was another
story. Without it, she only gave herself
a little better than even odds in a no hold's barred street fight with an
experienced street fighter like JJ Rod.
The pimp grew up in the mean streets of the city and was as tough and
vicious as they got.
Ms Americana charged the wicked pimp. He backpedaled as he weaved and bobbed, just
barely blocking or avoiding her knockout punches. Then suddenly, his right fist came out of
nowhere to smash into the side of her left tit.
She hadn't expected an attack on her titties, so was unprepared to
defend them.
"Ow," she cried,
stopping her attack to rub her injury tit.
"Pig!"
JJ Rod took advantage of her distraction. He stepped into her and landed hard fists on
her belly, ribs and side of her head. Ms
Americana staggered back. He followed,
pressing his attack now that he had her on her heels. But he couldn't help but be impressed and
amazed at the amount of punishment she was taking. He couldn't withstand such a beating and
remain on his feet.
"I'm going to kick your half-naked ass, then fuck you
up one side and down the other," JJ Rod said.
"In your dreams," Ms Americana said, then spun
around and connected with a roundhouse to the side of his head.
Now it was JJ Rod falling back, stunned and desperate. Ms Americana pursued, in a rage and
determined to have her vengeance as well as rescue her sexy sidekick.
"You will tell me where Flag Girl is right now, or I
will beat you to a bloody pulp, pimp!" the Queen of Justice command. "Where is she?"
"Getting her sexy ass
reamed good," he said. "I
know, I hired her myself last night, and I fucked her for two full hours, in
every orifice of her incredible body."
JJ Rod found his back up against the brick wall of a
building. He was growing weaker. Soon, she would be standing over him in
victory, and he would be hauled off to jail again. She would send him up the river yet
again. The other pimps would steal all
of his girls, and he'd have to start from scratch yet again when he got out.
Ms Americana was gloating as she saw JJ Rod start to
weaken. She had no hope he would tell
her anything useful about Flag Girl, but he would be off the streets
again. Maybe she could apply enough
pressure as Ms Americana and Brenda Wade that the notoriously liberal and
criminal coddling judicial system would give him a longer sentence.
Suddenly, an arm encircled her waist from behind. A female arm.
Then a wicked looking knife, with a good twelve inch blade, was pressed
against her long, slender throat. She
felt large breasts pressed against her back as she was pulled in tight.
"Freeze, Ms Americana," Angelique said in her
deep, husky voice. "Or die. You're power belt won't save you from a slit
throat."
Ms Americana raised her hands to either side slowly, afraid
to move. She had no doubt the evil pimp
would kill her without batting an eye.
In fact, killing the legendary Ms Americana would give Angelique
incredible street cred, and she'd be put on a
pedestal by the denizens of Sugar Town.
"Angelique," Ms Americana sneered. "You won't get away with this."
"Of course I will," she said. She released the Queen of Justice's waist to
reach up and fondle her naked tits a moment.
"Nice tits. You're going to
make me lots of money, Ameri-streetwhore."
"Dream on, miscreant," Ms Americana said, lifting
her chin proudly. "I am a superior
woman, and the Premier super heroine in Delta City, I will not allow myself to
be forced into prostitution."
"Yeah, right," Angelique laughed. "I'm sure all those super heroines
before you that fell and were whored out said the same thing. The bigger you are, the harder you sexy super
heroines fall. Did you know that last
night King Pimp caught Got Gal and Got Chic, and within an hour both women were
happily selling their bodies inside his brothel?"
"Impossible!"
"Oh, quite possible, and true," she said. "By nightfall you WILL be on the street
hooking. I can promise you that."
JJ Rod was recovering fast from the thumping she'd given
him. He looked both pissed and
excited. That didn't bode well for her. The thought made her throat tighten up and
butterflies erupt deep in her belly. She
looked around at all the happy, excited hookers, johns and other street people,
then licked dry lips and tried to swallow.
"You want to help me with this, JJ?" Angelique
said.
"Oh, yes," he said, locking angry eyes with Ms
Americana's wide baby blues.
"You're just digging yourselves in deeper," the
sexy super heroine said. "Let me go
now and I'll put in a good word with the police. You might even get probation."
"How generous," Angelique said, and laughed. "So we have a choice to make, my
friend. We can release Ms Americana and
go to jail…or we can strip her, fuck her soundly, and then peddle her sweet
round ass on the streets for fun and profit."
"Yeah, such a tough decision," JJ Rod said, grinning. "What will we do?"
"My first thought on that….we fuck her."
"I like the way you think, Angelique."
"I thought you might."
The voluptuous vigilante felt her face burning as JJ Rod proceeded
to pull her costume bottoms down her mile long, shapely legs, thus exposing her
bikini waxed pussy to the world. She was
forced to step out of the bottoms, whereupon JJ Rod lifted them up high for the
street people to applaud, before he pressed them to his face and breathed in
deeply.
"Ah, the sweet scent of super horny super
heroine!"
A second later, JJ Rod tried to remove her power belt. He couldn't get it to release. She smiled grimly at him.
"My information was correct," Angelique
said. "Her belt cannot be removed
against her will. BUT it can be removed
if she is unconscious, OR if she is fucked into orgasm. Climaxing her both TAMES her mighty spirit
and drains her of super strength."
Ms Americana grimaced.
Word really was spreading fast.
Some crafty criminal discovered super heroines' most guarded
secret. The Aphrodite gene most of them
possessed gave them their incredible physiques and made them truly superior
women, but it was named the "Aphrodite" gene for good reason. A curse went with that gene. Aphrodite women were more susceptible to sexual
stimulation than normal women. An
Aphrodite woman could be climaxed more easily, and could be TAMED
sexually. Most often, they become sex
starved whores.
"I could beat her unconscious," JJ Rod said,
looking eager. "That would be
fastest."
"But fucking and taming her would be more fun,"
Angelique said. "And she'd be awake
when we removed her power belt, so she'd be ten times more humiliated."
"Fucking and humiliating Ms Americana? You sold me on Plan B," JJ Rod said,
laughing. He unzipped and pulled out a
massive, ten inch black cock. Ms
Americana gawked at it a long moment, horrified. "Let's get started. My Ameri-bitchtamer
is ready and more than capable."
"Sweet rod, JJ Rod," Angelique said. She smacked her lips. "I remember it fondly."
Ms Americana was forced to turn around. Angelique held the knife to her throat the
whole time. Never wavered.
Now facing Angelique, Ms Americana got her first real up
close look at the notorious female street pimp and former hooker. She was six feet tall, with titanic 40DDs and
shapely body. Definitely the body of a
superior woman, a woman possessing the Aphrodite gene. She had big green eyes in a gorgeous face and
a magnificent main of fire red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down
her back in shimmering waves to her waist.
Angelique wore an electric blue bustier and matching spandex pants, wide
black belt and black stiletto knee boots.
She was a young looking thirty.
"Take the power belt off, Ms Americana,"
Angelique commanded.
"I'd rather die."
"I'll cut off your head and hanging it from a light
post."
"If you do, all the super heroines of the city, and
possibility other city's would be so enraged they will descend upon Sugar Town
en masse," the helpless heroine said.
"You will not escape them.
You might not survive, because some super heroines are a bit more brutal
than others."
It was a threat that struck home with Angelique. She frowned at the sexy super heroine.
"Okay, JJ, why don't you show her what that bitch
tamer of yours can do," Angelique said.
"Up her ASS."
Angelique grabbed a big fistful of silky black hair and
forced Ms Americana to bend over, her knees locked so her shapely hiney was
thrust out sexily. The voluptuous super
vixen felt JJ Rod's big rod start to rub against her pussy from behind. Suddenly, his cock head pushed past her
slippery nether lips and plunged deep into her vagina.
"Uuughhhh!" she
groaned. "No. Stop.
I am a superior woman. I cannot
be raped and abused like this."
"Duh, you ARE being raped and abused. Right now," Angelique said. "Arrogant idiot." Then she frowned at JJ Rod. "I said fuck her up the ass,
dimwit."
"I know," he said. "I'm just getting my cock lubricated
inside her sopping wet cunt. Now watch
this."
"NO!" Ms Americana cried, baby blues going wide
as his cock slipped out of her pussy and rose up to press against her
sphincter. "That is taboo. Forbidden!"
Forbidden or not, his pussy lubricated cock easily
penetrated her poop chute.
"Uuughhh!" she groaned,
head thrown back and back arched even as she was bent over. "Great Liberty, I can't believe that I'm
being sodomized in public by a pimp!"
Ms Americana felt his huge cock profoundly. The butterflies were quickly consumed in an
erotic liquid heat that welled up from her groin to flood her shapely body. Then she was forced to stand up straight
again, where he reached around and grabbed her tits from behind. Then he wrapped his arms around her, and
started bouncing her body up and down his huge cock. Her feet came off the ground and started
beating the back of his thighs as she felt her body change, starting to build
up to a monster climax.
"Great Liberty," she groaned. "I must be strong. I cannot allow myself to be tamed, or I'll
surely be lost and whored off by these evil pimps!"
"Surely," Angelique said. She reached down and pushed her fingers into
Ms Americana's hot, wet slit. "You
are a genius!"
The super stacked super heroine's jaw dropped and she
stared incredulously at the sexy female pimp.
How could the hapless heroine fight both of their sexual stimulation of
her body like that? And then Angelique
found the Queen of Justice's hypersensitive clit and began to rub it with experienced
and wickedly talented fingers. Then, as
her fingers drove Ms Americana wild with forbidden pleasure, Angelique leaned
in and claimed her full red lips as her own in a deep, sensual lipstick kiss.
"MMMmmmm," they both
groaned together.
"Please," Ms Americana groaned once Angelique
released her lips. "I have to save
Flag Girl."
"That's funny," Angelique said. "I don't think Kid will give her up so
easily."
"Kid Rotten has her?"
"Of course. He
had you for two or three years a few years back," Angelique said. "I remember that fondly. I used to watch you hooking for Kid, you
know. You were the best, hardest working
whore on the streets. I really admired
your work ethic." She looked at JJ
Rod. "Keep up the good work, my
friend. She's very close to
climaxing. She's almost tamed, and then
I can remove her power belt. After that,
we OWN her sweet white ass."
She was so right. Ms
Americana was using the last of her crumbling self control to keep that mother
of all climaxes at bay. The sexy heroine
understood that the longer she held the orgasm off, the bigger and more
devastating it would be when it hit. IF
it happened. If she could just outlast
them.
"Great Liberty, give me strength!"
JJ Rod's super rod was beating her down. Her back was arched and she rolled her head
back on his shoulder as Angelique began sucking on her 44DDs, and continuing to
masturbate her clit with wicked talent.
She was so close to climaxing, so terribly close, but so was JJ
Rod. She'd spent enough time as Kid's
woman and whore to know.
"Do you remember the time you were hired for that
bachelor party? By the outlaw
bikers?" Angelique whispered in her ear.
"I was the redhead you had to do sex acts with on the pool table."
Ms Americana remembered like it was yesterday. She was hired along with a spectacular
redhead and blonde. Until Angelique told
her, she hadn't remembered her face. But
it was Angelique that she worked the party with. The blonde was a pro football cheerleader.
"That same biker gang approached me yesterday to
provide another blonde, brunette and redhead for another bachelor party this
coming weekend," Angelique said.
"I'm going to send you."
The memory of that night, and the revelation she was about
to repeat it rattled the desperate Queen of Justice. She almost lost control and climaxed, but as
it was she was pushed so close to the edge she doubted she could stop it now.
"That sounds great!" JJ Rod said, then suddenly started
slamming his huge cock hard into Ms Americana's ass. She felt cum starting to spurt deep inside her
body. "Oh, god, I
am….cumming."
And that was all she wrote for the titanic titted super
heroine.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I've been TAMED!" she
cried in despair and shame.
"Cool," Angelique said, smiling wickedly. She reached around Ms Americana and
unfastened her power belt without a struggle.
"And now it is official. You
belong to me, Ms Americana."
"I've been de-powered!
I am powerless to stop them from peddling my sweet round ass," Ms
Americana cried.
The vanquished vigilante gawked at the golden power belt in
Angelique's hand. The sexy street pimp
stepped back, removing the knife from her slender throat. But Ms Americana was de-powered and tamed. She was in no position to fight them.
While Angelique sucked on her wet, pussy lubricated
fingers, JJ Rod spun Ms Americana around, forced her to kneel and thrust his
wet, sticky cock into her face. She
gasped and tried to pull her face away, but he wouldn’t allow that. The sexy Queen of Justice had no choice but
let him trace her full red lips with the head of his dick.
"Lick me clean, Ms Ameri-whore," he demanded.
"Give him a tongue bath, whore," Angelique said.
Ms Americana, discombobulated from the sound fucking she'd
just received, licked her full red lips and took JJ Rod's cock in hand. Then she started licking. She licked him from the head of his dick to
his balls, then sucked on those sweaty balls.
Before she realized it, the vanquished vigilante vixen wasn't just
licking him clean, but actually SUCKING him off. His cock was big, hard and more than a
mouthful.
"Mmmmm," she groaned
wantonly as her head bobbed quickly along his long shaft. Then she rolled her tongue around the head of
his cock, before starting to give intense head just the way Kid taught her
years ago when he owned her body and soul for so terribly long. "Uuummmmgggghhh."
"Look at her go," Angelique said, smiling.
"Oh, she gives great head," JJ Rod said.
"Such talent!"
"We shouldn't waste such talent, then," Angelique
said. She turned to the crowd watching. "Who wants a super blow job from this
sexy super heroine?"
Dozens of hands rose up immediately.
"Line up, boys," she said. "Fifty dollars a man."
Ms Americana sucked JJ Rod until he filled her mouth with
hot, creamy cum. She milked him dry in
that special way Kid Rotten had taught her so long ago. Then JJ Rod stepped aside and the first man
stepped up. The big Hispanic man handed
Angelique fifty dollars, unzipped and waited.
Ms Americana licked the last of JJ Rod's cum off her lips, rose up on
her knees and took her first john's cock into her mouth.
The first john took ten minutes of slurping and sucking to
suck off before he creamed her mouth.
The second and third men came in less than a minute each. Then it was just one cock after another -- black,
white, brown and yellow. She sucked them
all with all the talent she could muster.
Ms Americana remembered everything Kid had taught her. And
she remembered how much she loved the taste of cock and cum. She recalled how much she loved to give head,
and suck cock and balls. Nothing turned
her on more than sucking cock, and soon she was squirming with need as she
sucked man after man after man. She so
needed relief, sexual frustrations building up so much she thought she might
cum while sucking cock.
After five hours on her knees sucking john after john,
making Angelique a ton of money, Ms Americana finally came to the end of the
line. To her surprise, there were no
more men waiting in line. She was
disappointed, but the next phase of her captivity occurred to her and she was
eager again. Surely Angelique and JJ Rod
would fuck her again. She REALLY needed
a good sound fucking. Of course, she was
so frigging horny and aroused, it would only take a couple strokes of JJ's rod and she'd explode.
"Is my fat titted heroine helplessly hot and horny as
hell?" Angelique said, smiling knowingly.
"Yes."
"Yes MISTRESS."
"Yes, Mistress," Ms Americana said, dropping her
eyes. "Now what, Mistress?"
"Oh, look, my tamed beauty, isn't that Flag Girl on
the corner?" Angelique said, pointing.
The Queen of Justice stood up and looked. It was Flag Girl, looking alive and
vivacious. In fact, she looked
great. Just knowing she was prostituting
herself made her seem even more sexy and desirable. But at the same time, it reminded Ms
Americana why she came to Sugar Town.
Reminded her that SHE recruited Flag Girl as a young teen and trained
her to be a super heroine. It was her
fault that the sexy blonde coed and sidekick was bound in sexual
servitude. And if she didn't do
anything, NOW, then Lydia would send all of her youth and beauty servicing
horny men for a disgusting pimp.
Ms Americana savagely backhanded Angelique. The sexy redheaded pimp cried out and fell
back. The super heroine turned and
kicked JJ Rod in his rod, doubling him up, then kicked him in the side of the
head. She left the hated pimp sprawled
unconscious on the sidewalk as she turned on Angelique, her wannabe mistress.
Angelique attacked.
Ms Americana charged in, too.
They met and fists and feet began flying. The sexy female pimp was a better fighter
than Ms Americana thought she'd be, but she still didn't have the experience
and expertise that the Queen of Justice possessed. Soon, Ms Americana had the upper hand and the
pimp was fighting desperately.
"Ugh!" Angelique cried as Ms Americana kicked her
in the groin. Then a chop to the throat,
and the sexy pimp hit the pavement.
"Oooooh."
"Good riddance," Ms Americana sneered. "I'll be back for your butt after I save
Flag Girl."
Ms Americana collected her scattered costume. First thing, she put on the power belt and
smiled blissfully as she felt super strength and endurance flood through
her. All those BJs paid off by making
her so needy, so sexually frustrated, that she was able to power her belt even
after being climaxed and ALMOST tamed.
"You were fools," she said. "I was helpless and easily manipulated,
but you didn't have the sense to recognize it.
All you had to do was fuck me every now and then. Blow jobs don't keep me tamed, babe."
With that, Ms Americana got into her car and headed for the
intersection. Flag Girl was leading a
fat businessman into Big Mamma's Sweet Dreams Hotel. The eight story, red brick building loomed
over the intersection. Most of the
windows were lit up.
Ms Americana roared up and drove onto the sidewalk in front
of the hotel. She jumped out and raced
into the front lobby. She spotted Big
Momma behind the front check-in counter.
She was a tall, buxom African American woman. A former hooker, she was too old to hook
anymore, but had saved her money. She
bought the abandoned hotel at a police auction a few years back and opened up
for business.
Big Momma, real name Monique Jackson, used to be one of
Kid's girls, going by the street name of Sassy.
Ms Americana had worked with her when they both worked for Kid. They had gone on jobs together. Had sex together for money, and just for the
fun of it on their off hours.
"Big Momma!" Ms Americana yelled angrily. "Where is Flag Girl? What room?"
Instead, Big Momma picked up a cell phone, punched a
pre-dialed number and said, "Kid!
Ms Americana is here. Now!"
Ms Americana reached her then and ripped the phone from her
hand. Then she lifted the phone to her
own ear.
"Kid Rotten, you baseborn bastard, where is Flag
Girl? Give her to me, or else," she
threatened.
"Hello, lover," Kid said, and laughed. "Long time no see. Have you been avoiding me? I get the impression from Flag Girl that you
are afraid of facing me, afraid you'll remember all the good times and fall to
your knees at my feet and beg me to take you back."
"Lies!" she cried. "Come here and face me, you craven
coward."
"I am here," he said, and tapped on her
shoulder. Ms Americana turned around in
shock. "Surprise."
And he sucker punched her.
"Ugh," she grunted, falling back. Kid kicked her in the stomach, then punched
her in the face again. He drove her
across the lobby with a series of brutal kicks and punches. He had lots of experience in beating women,
keeping them suppressed and under his thumb.
"Great Liberty, stop it."
Ms Americana finally flipped over a sofa she didn't
see. It proved a good thing for her,
since it gave her some relief from his constant abuse and attack. She was able to scramble away and get some
distance between them. It was enough,
with her power belt's help, to recover and regain her senses.
She glared balefully at the hated pimp.
"Nice try, Kid, but no cigar this time," she
said. "Now, tell me where Flag Girl
is or I'll start pulling off arms and legs until you tell me."
"You know, you super heroines threaten death and
destruction all the time, but I know you CAN'T follow through," he said,
chuckling darkly. "You are one of
the GOOD guys, so have to take the high road.
If you didn't a quarter of what you threatened then YOU would be
arrested and sent to prison."
Suddenly, two big black guys showed up and stepped to
either side of Kid. His bodyguards, she
realized. They were big and mean
looking. She eyed them darkly, wondering
how many times they'd fucked her sexy sidekick.
Just because they could. After
all, when she belonged to Kid he was very generous with his boys, giving her to
them all the time.
"Let's dance," Ms Americana said, and attacked.
The sexy super heroine raced straight for Kid. He jumped back, as expected, then she feigned
right, and struck left. That bodyguard
went down with a brutal fist in the belly.
She lashed out with her foot and caught Kid in the side of the head,
before she charged the other bodyguard.
He ducked under her knockout punch, and landed a combination to her
belly.
"Ooff," she said, and
spun away.
When he reached for her, she grabbed his wrist and tossed
him over a well-rounded hip. Then she
attacked Kid again. He turned and ran up
the stairs, while his other bodyguard tackled her as she passed. Ms Americana rolled him over until she found
herself straddling his waist. Two
punches to the face left him stunned.
"Not so fast, Americana," the other bodyguard
snarled, and kicked her in the head.
It was a brutal kick.
So hard her power belt was overwhelmed and she fell off the bodyguard
with a pained grunt and lay writhing beside him. She felt the kicker flip her over on her
belly, and remove her power belt.
"Yes!" he cried, lifting his trophy
triumphantly. "Ms Americana is
defeated."
The two pimps in training each grabbed a wrist and dragged
her over to a sofa. Then the one that
kicked her down dropped his pants and sat down.
The other man pulled off her bottoms, lifted her up and sat her down on
his lap. They were good, because his
erect cock went straight up into her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh," she
groaned. "No, not again."
He grabbed her sweet round rump, and started forcing her to
bounce up and down his thick cock.
Meanwhile, the other man bound her wrists behind her back using her own
bikini bottoms. Then he took off her top
and pulled her face around to the side.
"Eat me, Americana," he commanded, and thrust his
big black cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she groaned,
immediately beginning to suck. "Uuuuuuummmmm."
He tasted so good, and his comrade's cock inside her was
driving her wild. Ms Americana knew she
was moments from being tamed, a second time that day. But it all felt and tasted and smelled so
damn good! She didn't really want to
escape, but knew she had to. She was a
superior woman, above such base desires and weaknesses.
The super horny super heroine sucked and fucked the two big
black men. She savored every second,
too. But her mind was working, too. She was plotting and planning. Maybe they would drop their guard, like
Angelique and JJ Rod had. If they
didn't, and they climaxed her, then she was lost. She would be Kid's whore all over again. She might not escape again. Both she and Lydia would sell their youth and
beauty by the hour, for years to come, for Kid's pleasure and profit. They would join the ranks of the great and
mighty super heroines who'd fallen and were put to work in the sex industry as
hookers, strippers and/or porn stars.
There was no escaping porn stardom. She'd already whored herself for Kid once,
for a very long time, but was able to go straight back to work as Delta City's
most respected, most beloved super heroine.
Everyone KNEW she'd been a hooker, forced to be the thing she reviled
the most, but since she rose up from that stinking gutter they seemed to
respect her even more.
You couldn't keep a good woman down.
"Call me master," the man fucking her mouth said,
pulling his cock out and rubbing it all over her full red lips.
"Master," she whispered. "You are my master, my conqueror. I submit to you, body and soul, Master."
As expected, both men became super aroused. He thrust his cock back into her eager
mouth. She sucked him with enthusiasm,
as she gyrated her hips in such a way to enhance the other man's pleasure
fucking her pussy. She moaned and
groaned wantonly, driving them mad with desire.
It was also having an affect on her.
She knew it would be a horse race to see who came first, her or them.
Then mouth fucker lost it, spewing hot creamy cum into her
mouth, ballooning her cheeks. Ms
Americana slurped and gurgled, and managed to swallow most of it right down. When he pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of
her mouth, the sexy heroine started licking her lips and smacking them with
pleasure. That was too much for the
other man, and he came inside her pussy.
<I won!> she thought.
She was pulled off the junior bodyguard's lap and forced to
kneel on the floor. Then her face was
pushed into his crotch and she had to give him a tongue bath. Of course, he got hard again, and the tongue
bath turned into a blow job. Meanwhile,
while watching, the other man got horny again and shoved his cock up her cunt
from behind. Again, they pushed her to
the brink of climax, but were so excited themselves about fucking the legendary
Ms Americana they climaxed first.
That done, the self-satisfied pimp wannabes left her on the
floor, belly quivering and panting, and still more than a little amazed she got
through it without climaxing. On top of
all of that, she was brimming with pent up sexual frustrations and needs. Now, if she could just get her power belt
back.
Ms Americana covertly struggled with her bindings. Her bikini bottoms were not intended as
binding material. It was no rope. So she felt it slipping loose. The question was, would she slip free before
her captors claimed her again? Or would
they make her one of Kid's whores.
Again.
The scariest part…part of her wanted to be claimed by Kid
again. She hated it, but ever since her
time as his dick candy sex slave, Ms Americana had dreamed of him, dreamed of
his hands on her, his lips and cock teasing her, pleasing her. Thoughts, fantasies and dreams of Kid mostly
fueled her power belt in the years since her escape.
Though the two men were speaking in hushed tones, facing
away from her, Ms Americana managed to catch a few words. To her shock, but not her surprise, she
realized one of them wanted to take her and run, where they would use her as
their first girl, whoring her on the streets, and be independent of Kid. They wanted to keep her for themselves.
<I'm free!> she thought, exultant as the knots came
loose and opened up.
Kid's bodyguards were still discussing their next move,
arguing the pros and cons. She rolled
onto her back, slipped the now wrinkled up bottoms up her legs and snugged them
up tight into place. Then back to her
knees, she slowly, quietly crawled over to her discarded power belt and
fastened it around her narrow waist.
Super strength and endurance flooded her shapely body, sending the most
erotic sensation through her. Then she
found her top and put that back on.
Ms Americana, back in costume, walked over to stand behind
the two quietly arguing men. She
listened with a smug smile, waiting for them to realize the tables had turned.
"If I had the choice," Ms Americana piped in,
"I'd rather be Kid's whore. He, at
least, is man enough to climax me.
Whereas, both of you together, fucked me twice each and failed to climax
me. Not good."
"Nobody ask you, bitch," one said as they turned
around.
They immediately looked toward where they expected her to
be. On the floor. Kneeling submissively. She wasn't.
The Queen of Justice stood before them with a smug smile.
"I've decided not to be a hooker, and instead kick
your stupid butts," she said, and commenced to doing just that.
She kicked one of them in the head so hard he completely
flipped over in midair, then lay still afterwards. The other young man slammed a fist into her
unprotected ribs, then shoved her away.
Ms Americana stumbled a few steps, then dropped low and kicked her leg
out in a savage sweeping kick that took the charging bodyguard's feet away. Pulling him to his wobbly feet, the sexy
super siren ran him head first through the front window of the hotel, and left
him unconscious on the street outside.
Returning to the check-in counter, "Where is Kid and
Flag Girl, Big Momma?"
"I don't know."
"Do you want me to go upstairs and start ripping off
doors, and smashing up furniture in my very ANGRY search? Can you afford to fix and replace all the
damage I can do? Will your insurance
cover it, if you have insurance?"
"Bitch," Big Momma said. Her dark eyes flash, but she said, "Flag
Girl has a room on the third floor. Room
303."
Ms Americana headed for the stairs. Never take the elevator when you can take the
stairs. Elevators can be turned off,
knockout gas dropped down the elevator shaft and then the bad guys have
you. She'd never make that mistake
again.
Spotting the front door Ms Americana hesitated. Should she cut her losses and leave? Did Flag Girl even want to be rescued? Many super heroines, after being fucked
stupid and put to work whoring, didn't want to be rescued. They preferred their sexed up lifestyles to
the chaste lives of super heroines.
Unfortunately, Ms Americana had once been one of them, but her super
heroine friends helped her overcome Kid's brainwashing and be free and strong
again. She could do the same for Flag
Girl.
Of course, Kid terrified her. If she did anything to spark a suppressed
memory, he might regain all of his old, drug-suppressed memories. Then her sweet white ass would be working for
him again, right beside Flag Girl.
Probably loving it as much or more than before.
"I have no choice, I have to take the chance and
try," she said. She returned to her
car, pulled out the kit with the memory drug and syringes. She stuffed the kit behind her back, under
her power belt. Then she returned inside
and started up the steps. "I
suppose I could use this on Flag Girl, to make her forget her time as Kid's
whore."
The voluptuous super vixen went up the stairs alert and
cautiously. She expected an attack from
above at any second. But she went up
without incident, which she thought proved Kid was an idiot. She was her most vulnerable on the
stairs. Idiot.
Room 303 was straight across from the top of the
stairs. She found the door ajar. That made her scowl. Most likely he grabbed Flag Girl and
ran. She glanced at the elevator and
licked her full red lips. A fear that he
took the elevator down while she trudged up the stairs overcame her.
She couldn’t just ignore Flag Girl's room.
The patriotically attired super heroine eased over to the
half-open door and slowly pushed it open.
She leaned in, looking for any sign of Flag Girl or Kid Rotten. When she didn't see anything, she leaned in
more and took a tentative step inside.
"Ha!" Kid cried, and kicked the door.
'Ugh," she grunted, her head caught between the door
and doorjamb. Black and white flashed
behind baby blue eyes. She'd taken a
pounding that day, been beaten down a number of times and thoroughly fucked and
debauched. Even her belt had its limits,
and her body was just too battered to take much more. "Uuummmmggh."
The door was flung open and she spotted Kid looking at her
triumphantly. He seized her left wrist,
and yanked her stumbling into the room.
Then he flung her bodily atop the queen-sized bed. She rolled up onto her knees and looked
around wild-eyed, silky black hair all tousled and falling in her face.
Immediately, she knew there were two other people in the
room. Kid was next to the door, walking
towards her in nothing but an open terrycloth robe. Flag Girl was laying on her belly in the
corner, hogtied and ball-gagged. The
sexy sidekick turned hooker was watching them with big blue eyes.
"How dare you tie up my sidekick like that!" Ms
Americana cried, sliding off the bed and assuming a classic super heroine pose.
"I dare a lot, BRENDA," Kid said, grinning
smugly. "Kneel, whore."
Ms Americana just gawked at him, mouth open and baby blues
wide in shock.
"You remembered?"
"Flag Girl told me," he said. "But it did bring back some
memories. Sexy memories of how I taught
you to give great head."
The Queen of Justice's mouth began to water. She felt her breasts swell just a bit, like
they do when she gets aroused. Even her
nipples were suddenly tingling and hypersensitive. She gnawed on her lower lip as her belly
began to quiver, butterflies gone wild deep inside. Even her already much abused and sopping wet
pussy began to burn and tingle, making her want to reach down and rub it for a
little relief.
"Gre -- Ugh," she
grunted, trying to speak but couldn't past the lump in her threat. She had to swallow three times to loosen up
her throat. "I'm a super heroine,
not some sleazy whore to be pimped off on the streets."
"Oh, but you are," he said. "Flag Girl told me how you pine to give
yourself to me again. How thoughts of me
and making love to me kept you up at night, tossing and turning and
moaning."
His words sucked the air out of her lungs. She gasped for air, stumbling back a step as
she laid her left hand across her deep cleavage, over her hammering heart. Flag Girl had no right to tell him of her
weakness, of her vulnerability.
"No, you can't know that," she groaned. "That would mean…mean…"
"That you belong to me," Kid said. "Yes, you are once and always MY whore,
back to being my fuck toy. I owned you
then, and I own you again."
"No," she said, regaining some of her
senses. Reaching back, she pulled the
kit out from under her belt. She dropped
it on the bed and opened it up. Within
seconds, she had a syringe full of the powerful serum. "This will make you forget all about me
again."
"I don't think so," he said.
"We'll see who the strongest is," she said,
feeling more confident now. She looked
him over with distaste. How could she
have allowed herself to be tricked into that ill-conceived wager so many years
back? How did HE tame her? Well, it wouldn't happen again. "You're so pathetic. Pimp, of all things. If you can defeat me at the height of my
power here, today, then I DESERVE to be your whore."
"Oh, you do," he said. "You will be again."
Ms Americana carefully put the syringe and kit aside. She would need that AFTER she kicked Kid's
butt, and subdued him. Then she would have
to brain wash him of all memories of hers and Lydia's dual identities.
"Well, Kid, if you want me whoring myself on the
street for you, then you have to PROVE you're man enough to make me," she
said sultrily. "Come on. Try.
Take me down and make me your bitch."
"Again."
They glared at each other, both standing at the end of the
bed, one at each corner. Just a couple
feet apart. He grinned at her, infuriating
her. She screamed and attacked. Kid reached down and pulled the covers off,
and flung them into the air. Ms
Americana raced into them, unable to stop or avoid them. Kid stepped aside as she plowed into the
covers, became covered and then smashed into the wall.
Ms Americana bounced off the wall with a grunt of pain,
twisted around and stumbled. Now she was
tangled in the sheets, and Kid started kicking and punching her from all
directions. Even though she was
beginning to weaken, the sexy super heroine managed to shed the covers after a
couple minutes.
"You look HOT all tousled like that, Brenda," Kid
said.
"You…not," she said, and kicked him up side the
head.
The notorious pimp stumbled across the room. She followed, smiling victoriously. Men couldn't withstand the power of her kicks
and punches as well as she could theirs.
That was one benefit to being a super heroine.
"Give it up, Kid," she said. She grabbed him by the collar and slammed him
into the wall, then tossed him across the room.
The statuesque super heroine walked over and gave him her most haughty,
disdainful look. "Give up nice and
easy, so I can administer the memory drug and wipe your mind clean again. It'll be easier for both of us, and less
painful for you."
"I don't do easy, Ameri-twit," he snarled. He kicked straight up into her groin. "Take that, cunt."
Intense pain lanced up through the shapely super babe. She gasped and stepped back one step. The bed pressed up against the back of her
legs. She noticed Kid gather himself to
launch himself at her. But she wasn’t'
fast enough to stop him, and a second later he tackled her, ending up
straddling her waist atop the bed.
Kid's legs were pinning Ms Americana's arms to her side.
"You can't defeat me.
I'm your master," Kid said.
"Master this," she said, and lifted her arms with
all of her strength.
Kid flew off her and over the side of the bed. Ms Americana rolled to her hands and
knees. She glared daggers at him as he
climbed to his feet. Then he shocked and
terrified her by reaching over and picking up her memory drug kit. He pulled the prepared syringe out, and
pressed the plunger. The serum squirted
into her face.
"Oops, was that important?" he said, and laughed.
When she gathered herself to attack him, Kid held up a hand
to stop her. She watched him warily.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I will destroy
the rest of this serum," he said.
She gasped. "That's right,
babe. Without this serum, here right now
today, you cannot escape me. You have to
wipe my mind BEFORE you leave.
Otherwise, I start blabbing all over Sugar Town and Delta City to anyone
who will listen, that Brenda Wade is Ms Americana, and Lydia Wills is Flag
Girl."
Ms Americana couldn't tear her eyes off that all important
kit. Without it, she had to way to
escape Kid's evil clutches. Without it,
she had to submit to his will. Without
it, she would become a streetwalking whore again. And neither she nor Lydia would likely ever
escape Kid again. He would surely set it
up so that even if they wiped his mind, that super secret information would be
revealed.
Licking full red lips, she sat back on her legs atop the
bed and asked, "What do you want, Kid?"
He took out the bottle and opened the top. He gave her a meaningful look.
"Cross your wrists behind your back," he
said. She reluctantly complied, not
liking how it sounded so far. He reached
over and yanked the heavy curtains open, to reveal a beautiful black woman,
dressed up like a hooker, but holding a video camera. She had been filming their entire encounter
up until that moment. She did not stop
recording that historic event, either.
Ms Americana scowled at her. Kid
walked around behind the sexy super heroine, picked up a pair of handcuffs and
eased up on the bed behind her.
"One false move, and I pour all of this wonderful drug out."
She looked longingly at the bottle of serum, and then at
the camera recording it all for Kid's "insurance" policy. Ms Americana had never felt so weak in her
life.
"You won't get away with this, Kid," Ms Americana
said as he snapped the handcuffs onto her wrists. "When the other super heroines of the
city learn that you are forcing Flag Girl and me to prostitute ourselves, they
will come down on you like a ton of bricks."
He jerked her head back by her hair. "You mean like you just came down on
me?"
"It'll be….different," she said weakly, dropping
her gaze. "You have an unholy power
over me. I should've had Lady Midnight
and Green Spectre come here tonight and free Flag Girl."
"You mean Angela Grier and Axanna Morgan?" he
said, shocking the sexy super heroine.
"Or maybe Candy Graham as Champion Girl or Dana McQueen as Jungle
Babe, or…"
"Great Liberty, Flag Girl did you give him every
heroines secret identity?"
Flag Girl whimpered.
"When they come for you, I will own them, too,"
Kid said. "Business is about to
pick up around here. I suspect it'll be
SUPER."
"Bastard," she groaned.
Kid reached around her, unfastened her top and pulled it
off. The once Mighty and Proud Queen of
Justice looked into the camera as her 44DDs jounced and jostled sexily. If she did anything to Kid, all of her
enemies would watch that video and know who she was, would see her shame and
humiliation. Kid, a depraved pimp,
possessed ultimate power over her and Flag Girl, and now she had no hope of
rescue.
Kid hooked his thumbs under her bottoms, on each well
rounded hip, and pulled those red, white and blue bikini bottoms down to her
knees. She had to rise up on her knees
and bend over, whereupon her pimp guided his huge cock into her slit, and then
shoved it deep into her vagina.
"Oooooooooo," she
groaned, back arching and eyes closing.
It felt divine. It felt…so right.
After so much fucking that afternoon and
evening, Ms Americana's body was primed for it.
Remarkably fast the butterflies turned to a burning, erotic heat that
seemed to consume her from the inside out. "Great Liberty, my greatest
nightmare, and fondest daydream are coming true. Kid Rotten owns me again. I am his sex slave. Again!"
"I prefer cock candy," Kid said, laughing as he
began to pump in and out of her.
"Uuuggghhh," she
groaned, trying desperately to hold off the threatening climax. That climax would seal her fate for once and
all. Not that she believed she would escape,
but….
Kid's two bodyguards arrived then. They didn't look pleased, but smiled darkly
once they realized Kid had her subdued.
Since watching the pimp fuck Ms Americana got them horny again, they
picked up Flag Girl and set her on the end of the bed. The sidekick was stripped out of her costume,
and one of them mounted her from the rear.
They never bothered untying her, so the other removed her gag and shoved
his cock down her throat.
Watching her sexy sidekick getting double teamed by those
two huge cocks hit the sexy heroine hard.
It was her fault Lydia became a super heroine. It was her fault her sweet, innocent ward
would be a sleazy whore for the rest of her life.
"You getting all of this on film, Tanika?" Kid
said.
"You betcha, boss," Tanika said.
"Good," Kid said, then reached up to Ms
Americana's face and pulled off her mask.
"Ms Americana is Brenda Wade.
Her sexy sidekick is Lydia Wills.
Unmask the blonde bimbo, boys."
"Great Liberty!" Ms Americana cried. Suddenly the climax overtook her, and she
exploded. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! I am ruined!
Oh. Oh. Oh! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I am TAMED and claimed by a
pimp!"
"That video Tanika is making is NOT my insurance,
Ameri-babe," Kid said. "I already
sold it to about 1500 internet porn sites.
I made millions. You and sweet
little Flag Twat here will be instant internet porn stars before midnight. And the whole world will know your secret
identities."
"You've ensured I will never escape my fate," Ms
Americana said. "I am yours
forever." Kid shot his wad deep in
her pussy, sending her over the top.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The two vanquished vigilantes were taken into the bathroom
afterwards. With the help of other
hookers, they had their faces made up brightly.
Then they got their costumes and masks back. Finally, Kid led them downstairs.
"Big Momma, I want the room next to Flag Girl for Ms
Americana," Kid called.
"You betcha, kid!" Big Momma cried, looking quite
pleased to see Ms Americana a humbled and helpless hooker. Again.
"I knew you'd take her down again.
Yes!"
Kid pointed at the door, "You girls both know what is
expected of you. Ms Americana, you are
in Room 305. Get to work peddling your
sweet round ass, baby."
Ms Americana, full red lips quivering, swallowed hard, took
a deep breath and nodded. "Anything
you say, Kid."
With that, Ms Americana led Flag Girl out to the
street. They struck super heroine poses
next to the curb and studied the slow moving cars.
"I'm sorry Ms A," Flag Girl whispered. "I am weak."
"I understand," Ms Americana said. She looked down at the intersection, and
spotted Angelique, JJ Rod and Sweet Willie huddled together and pointing at
her. They looked both pleased and
envious of Kid. "So am I." Then an old pickup rolled to a stop in front
of the Queen of Justice. A lanky young
man that looked like he was fresh off the farm grinned nervously at her. "Hey handsome, you looking for a super
date with a super heroine?"
THE END