Ms. Americana & Friends get caught in a

 Game of Stealth

By Violator

Author’s Note – This story was revised to remove a few typos and obsolete references, and to rewrite a few unclear passages.  Please send any feedback to violatoremail@protonmail.com.  

“Stop, thief!” Ms. Americana yelled.

“Suck my dick, bitch!” Python called back as he sprinted into a dark construction site, snatched purse in hand.  With his dark skin and black clothing, the lanky thief vanished almost instantly into the deep shadows of the complex.

Three of the mighty heroines the young thief has been unlucky enough to have catch him in the act sauntered to a jiggling halt in the entrance of the construction site and peered inside.  A fourth swooped down from the sky to join them.

“What an idiot!” Got Gal laughed, alighting daintily beside her buxom sisters.  “He ran into a dead end!”

“Yes, this is the only entrance,” Texas Star said, fingering a chain that hung from the open gates to the darkened complex.  “He’s trapped!”  Peering inside, she saw thirty-foot fences crested with barbed wire surrounding a maze of half-built buildings, overgrown weeds, stacked supplies, and twisted industrial piping.  Lights were few and far between.  A sign by the entrance labeled the place as a half-finished industrial pumping station.  A bevy of notices plastered atop the sign indicated that the site had been hit by bankruptcy, foreclosure, and a half-dozen permit violations.

“It’s just one purse snatcher,” Flag Girl said, leaning past Texas Star’s curvaceous gunbelt-clad hips to peer in curiously herself.  Then she strutted past her into the entrance, put her hands on her hips, and whirled, smiling proudly.  “Let me go after him!” she said.  “I could use the solo experience!”

“Well, that is true,” Ms. Americana said, arriving last to join the buxom, jiggling, scantily-clad party, having stopped to re-park her car.  “But it’s also quite early in the evening.  Let’s all hunt him together!  It will be a good warm-up for the rest of the night’s patrolling.”

Ushering her fellow heroines through the gate, Ms. Americana picked up a convenient piece of rebar, closed the gate behind them, and slid the rebar through it.  Then, with the immense power provided by her golden belt, she twisted the length of cold iron around and around like a twist-tie, sealing herself and her three comrades inside the fence along with their prey.

“Well,” Flag Girl laughed, turning and jogging off into the darkness.  “I bet I still find him first!”

“Shouldn’t we stick together?” Got Gal asked, hands upon her hips as she watched the little blonde’s supple, proud, candy-striped ass sway away into the gloom.

“Oh, please!  He’s just a lowly purse snatcher, not a real threat!” Ms. Americana snorted.  She watched with pride as her well-trained sidekick vanished into the cloaking shadows, departing to do her duty.  “Besides, if we stay in one big clump we’ll never catch him.  Now, come on!  First one to find him gets a foot massage from the others!”

And on Ms. Americana’s cue the three busty adult heroines laughed and swayed off into the darkness, splitting up so each could search on her own for their outmatched prey.

“Shit!” Python hissed to himself.

Lying on his belly in a dark, wet culvert he watched through grass and gloom as the strutting heroines’ asses disappeared into the darkness one by one.  Hot and scantily clad, his foes would have struck the cocky young thief as easy pussy had he caught them jiggling in the club… but here, caught dead to rights and trapped in a dark maze, they terrified him.  Pulling back from the entrance he slunk further back into the tiny culvert in which he was hiding, wiggling around a bend into complete pitch blackness.

Said darkness was lit for just a moment by the glow of his phone, revealing a large buried cistern into which a dozen more equally narrow culverts emptied, before the phone pressed to his ear and the darkness returned.

“Hey, Ramon…  no, man, shut up.  I don’t have time for that bullshit.  Listen!  I’m trapped and gettin’ hunted by super-cunts.  Ms. Americana, Flag Slut, and some other big-tittied pimp-tamers.  Ya gotta help me man…”  He paused, listening.  “Belts?  Huh.  Okay, maybe I can make something work.”

Out of the corner of his ear, he heard the crunch of boot on gravel.  His blood ran cold.

“Listen, shut up,” he whispered, harshly.  “Look up more shit, man, I gotta go. ..”

Snapping the phone closed, he pushed his head around the corner back into the culvert just in time to see Flag Girl squat down at its entrance.  Between her spread white thighs her sleek, red-and-white striped panties were framed perfectly by the culvert entrance.  Despite his predicament his long dick, pressed to the mud through his dark jeans, twitched with delight.  Holding his breath, Python watched with wide night-shrouded eyes as Flag Girl’s hands appeared, settling to the ground, and then her huge star-spangled breasts jiggled down into view from above.  Finally her cute masked face finally appeared before the culvert, framed by spills of glorious golden blonde hair, and curiously peeked inside.

“Helllooo?” she called out, in a sweet cooing voice.  It might as well have been the call of a horror movie monster, for the effect it had on his nervous system.

She was less than a yard away from him.  If he had wanted to he could have reached out and seized her pretty dumb head, yanked it in close, and kissed her right on her luscious quivering lips.  And then immediately gone to jail.  But instead he remained frozen… his only motion the excited, fully-erect twitching of his massive dick.  But though her pretty blue eyes blinked wide, they didn’t see him in the darkness.  Python waited silently, looking right back into her unseeing eyes, and held his breath.  His heart hammered so loud he was sure she would hear it.

 “Huh…” Flag Girl said, her head turning in a slow circle.  “I coulda sworn I heard somethin’…”

Finally, her pretty face turned downwards… and her jaw dropped in a shocked gasp.  She’d finally noticed the tips of her perfect blonde hair were trailing through the foul muck at the bottom of the culvert.

“Ew,” she said.  Her round ass wiggled in revulsion within its tight, clingy panty.

Flag Girl promptly jerked backwards and then shot to her feet.  She regarded the dark and filthy culvert waiting before her booted ankles with disgust.  Reaching down, she used her gloved fingers to hastily tug the bits of dirt and mud off the tips of her golden hair.  Meanwhile, another jiggling wiggle passed through her jutting svelte ass as she briefly imagined just how filthy it would get trying to crawl up that tiny hole.  Standing posed before it, the gorgeous young beauty contemplated the dark waiting hole in dread for several seconds, her pretty white face twisted in disgust.

“He-he couldn’t fit in there anyways,” she said to herself, at last.  "I must have just been hearing things."  And without another thought she turned and sauntered pneumatically away, going elsewhere to hunt her elusive quarry.

Behind her, Python took a long slow breath.  Crouched in the darkness he thought to himself for a long moment.  He remembered vividly his last trip to prison.  And he also remembered the sight of those voluptuous super-asses parading away arrogantly into the gloom… and the sweetness of Flag Girl’s oblivious lips as they had hovered right in front of him, open and  unknowingly begging to be put to good use.

“Fuck it,” he said.  “Giving up’s for chumps.  Sorry, super bitches.  I got only one way out… and its through your pussies!”

Then turning, he slunk very quietly back up into the culvert, penetrating deeper into the dark lair his enemy in her super-human vanity had deigned not to explore…

Half an hour later the four heroines found one another again, meeting up beneath a bare bulb at the back-side of a half-finished office building.  Sauntering back up to form a milling, huge-breasted herd they stood in between the partially-completed building on one side, and on the other, a large field of tall weeds and overgrown brush that stretched to the tall and barbed-wire-topped outer fence. They gave the brush a wide berth, as it bristled with brambles and thorns, every one of which appeared perfectly shaped to snare and tear a proud but skimpy bikini.

“This place is bigger than I thought,” Texas Star said. She had one hand on her skimpy Texas-Flag-panty clad hip, just below one of her gleaming six shooters, while she ran the other through her corn-silk blonde hair.

“I haven’t seen a sign of him,” Got Gal said.  “Have you?”

“No,” Americana said.  “But he’s still here, I know it.”  She turned to her sidekick.  “Flag Girl, I’ve seen several small drainage culverts scattered around the site.  He could be hiding in one of them.  You’re the smallest of us.  Have you checked them?”

Flag Girl’s jaw briefly dropped.  She knew, instinctively, that if she said no she’d be ordered to search every last stinky smelly hole immediately.  She squirmed, already feeling the dread touch of mud and filth upon her silky and immaculate backside.

“I didn’t see him,” she said quickly, dodging lie and truth with a sidekick’s practiced grace.

“Hmm,” Americana said, frowning.  “Well, I’m afraid I for one am not going to let this sneaky little fuck tame us.  We are super-heroines, after all – more than a match for any thief!  He must be moving around to evade us.  Ladies, we are going to split up again and each take a sector.  Got Gal, you go into the building complex.  Texas Star, you patrol all that piping on the south end of the complex.  I’ll double back to the entrance, just in case he tries to jimmy open the gate.  Flag Girl, you stay here and keep watch on the center.  We meet again in a half hour.  Got it?”

“Got it,” they all said, smiling and in unison.

Turning, the three adult heroines strutted away confidently, leaving Flag Girl standing alone under the light and watching them go.  As soon as their backs were all turned a tall, dark figure silently rose from the weeds, not three feet behind her.

Python grinned.  Flag Girl stood before him utterly oblivious, her luscious candy-striped teen bottom cocked slightly and presented beautifully as if deliberately lifted for his pleasure.  Beyond her, in the distance, he got to simultaneously enjoy the rolling, swaying asses of all three of her buxom adult comrades.  The three oblivious heroines’ impressive curves and famous skimpy super-panties strutted awesomely back and forth with their every sauntering step, almost as if deliberately giving him a show.

With the silence of a skilled thief Python crept up until he stood just behind Flag Girl.  Stealthily he unzipped his pants and drew forth his immense, painfully erect black cock.  His huge penis hovered just behind and above the rotund swell of Flag Girl’s magnificent red-and-white striped ass, twitching eagerly.  He chose his moment, and struck.  Ramming his hips forward he suddenly slammed his gigantic black penis straight into the crack of Flag Girls’ jutting teen ass.

The blonde heroine’s jaw dropped and her blue eyes spread wide, as she suddenly felt a mind-boggling volume of rock-hard veiny dick slam down in between her buns.  For just a moment her little brain reeled in bewildered disbelief at what she was feeling.  A moment was all he needed.  In an instant his right hand darted forward and clamped down hard over her mouth, silencing her.  Simultaneously his left, in a practiced move he’d originally developed to help swiftly disrobe wavering sluts after picking them up at the club, darted down, seized her belt, and effortlessly ripped it off.  Flag Girl’s eyes spread wide over his hand, but all she could get out was a teeny tiny, muffled moan.  Arcing his hand up with the same motion he’d used to tear it away, he sent her precious belt spiraling away out towards a distant field of weeds.

 “Shhh…” he whispered into Flag Girl’s ear.  Using two fingers from the hand clutched at her mouth, he gently scraped a tiny bit of sharp metal against her cheek, intimating that he might have a knife.  Flag Girl’s eyes blinked wide… and she obeyed.  Though whether from the threat of the knife, or because her brain was still reeling at the immense member caressing against her rotund skimpy-panty-clad backside, perhaps even she couldn’t say.

The entire attack took him less than two seconds.

Moments later, the discarded belt soared clear over the fence and landed in some brush beyond.  It made the tiniest of rustling sounds, but they were still louder than any other sound Python had yet made in his assault.

Instantly, twenty yards in front of him, a violent quiver suddenly trembled through Ms. Americana’s big round bikini-straining ass.  To either side of her, Got Gal and Texas Star continued to saunter away, oblivious.  But as the thief and his silent captured heroine both watched, eyes wide, him holding his breath and her forcibly silenced, Ms. Americana came to a halt.  She stood still, shifting her weight back and forth, her round scantily-clad bottom swaying slowly back and forth like a viper before them.

Python stayed absolutely still… save for his penis, which could not help but jerk and throb in delight between Flag Girl’s quivering, tautly rounded yet pillow-soft buttocks.  He kept the fake knife pressed tight to her throat as, before him, Ms. Americana’s head slowly turned until her gorgeous face was in profile to him, silhouetted against some distant lights.

“Oh, and Flag Girl,” the Queen of Justice cooed over her shoulder.  “Relax, and have some fun.  This thug may be elusive, but he can’t possibly be a threat to super-heroines such as we.”

Blinking at her mistress’s backside in shock, Flag Girl’s wide-spread eyes trembled in disbelief.  Meanwhile, pressed along the entire length of her striped-panty-clad buns, huge balls tickling at their undersides and his enormous tip pressed halfway up her back, Python’s tremendous black penis throbbed in delight.

Still completely oblivious, the buxom Queen of Justice ran a dismissive hand back through her lustrous dark hair, and resumed her sauntering motion to the exit… her big amazing ass once more swaying wide before Flag Girl’s leering captor.

Grinning, Python leaned in and planted a kiss on Flag Girl’s cheek.  The little blonde squeaked, her eyes still shimmering in disbelief at what was happening to her… and what was rubbing against her.

“You heard your mistress,” the dark thief cooed, lips caressing her ear as he spoke.  “Let’s go have some fun…”

And, slowly, with surprisingly little resistance, Python pulled his first shapely scantily-clad victim backwards and, yanking her downwards, disappeared with her back into the thick, brambly brush.

Thirty minutes later, as planned, the three adult beauties came back together beside the field of brambles, and found that Flag Girl was nowhere to be seen.  They stood side by side, hands upon their hips, and looked around impatiently.

“Where’s Flag Girl?” Americana demanded, and, fuming with impatience, stamped her booted foot.

Their gorgeous heads lifted high and scanning away into the distance, none of the heroines saw the dark face grinning up at them from the weeds, down near their feet.

Python lay no more than a few feet away from them.  So close that had he wanted to, he could have reached out and touched the toes of Miss Americana’s boots as she stood facing right towards him, looking out across the brush above him - the other two standing just slightly further away and to either side of her.  Despite how close they were, he had little worry of them seeing him - hidden away as he was in deep shadows, beneath thorny brambles, down near their feet.  But he had a perfect view of them, presented against the skies and lit by the floodlights that blazed away in several different directions.  He was so close, in fact, that he could make out every stitch upon Miss Americana’s panties as they wiggled back and forth right in front of his face - her gloved fingers twitching in fury to either side, and yet completely unaware of the spectacular view they were allowing him.

Meanwhile, although he lay down low where the super-heroines could not see him, Python had no worries about any of the dirt or muck soiling him.  This was because Flag Girl lay beneath him, and each and every inch of his body rested atop hers.

The little blonde sidekick had had her gloved wrists bound tightly to the base of one of the bushes, with straps torn from her own bra.  Her booted ankles had been bound together, with the rest of it.  In between the cuffs of her boots and gloves, she was completely naked.  Her head, lying beneath Python’s, quivered.  From her full lips, the hip-straps of her panties extended out from either side, assuring that she could not speak.

Python still held his makeshift ‘knife’.  Occasionally, he caressed it lightly against her flesh, as if to remind her he had it.  But it scarcely seemed necessary, and Flag Girl barely seemed to notice.  Although her lips were blocked by her panties, she could easily have spit them out, or moaned loud enough to draw her nearby mentor’s attention regardless.  But, though her mighty adult allies lay but a few feet away, she could not seem to bring herself to make a single sound to summon them to her aid.

The reason for this was simple:  Python had not stopped.  Although the valiant ladies of law loomed directly over him, his narrow hips continued to rise and fall slowly - driving his long dark cock continuously in and out of Flag Girl’s tight teen vagina, under the very noses of his buxom mortal enemies. The only compromise he had made to the presence of so many mighty super-heroines so close by was to slow down, the brutal pounding thrusts he had used to demolish Flag Girl’s pussy upon first getting inside it having relaxed down to very long smooth strokes, so smooth they made not the slightest sound as he slid in and out of Flag Girl’s well-lubricated cunt.  The pretty teen heroine, meanwhile, as she shivered and squirmed and blinked her blue eyes helplessly beneath him, while unable to remain completely silent, seemed to be doing her best to bite her panty-closed lips closed and to let only the tiniest mewls and whimpers pass from her lips as he fucked her.  It was as if she was well aware that anything louder might instantly lead to her noble comrades forcing him to stop having his way with her - and based on the way her eyes spread wide each time he sank to the hilt inside her, at that exact moment there were few things the once-valiant teen could imagine being less horrifying.

Just outside the thick and cloaking brush, unaware what was going on inside it, Ms. Americana’s face was twisting with anger.  She whirled to face her two comrades and put her hands upon her hips… unknowingly giving a perfect view of her spectacular ass once more to her leering foe, this time from a range of twenty inches instead of twenty yards.

“That… that stupid little airhead!” Americana snapped, frustrated.  “She always does this!  Gets some fool idea in her head and wanders off!”

The idea that her sidekick had been captured still wasn’t even the faintest glimmer in Ms. Americana’s head.

“There, there!” Got Gal gasped.  She and Texas Star promptly leaned close and, putting their hands upon Americana’s body, comforted her.  Hidden in the weeds, Python’s already delighted leer got even bigger as he watched their hands delicately stroke Ms. Americana’s awesome, shapely curves.  As he watched, Texas Star’s gloved fingers rubbed gently over the seat of Ms. Americana’s panties while Got Gal, stepping close, put her hand on her friend’s shoulder.

‘Kiss!’ he thought, sneering up from the brambles.  ‘Kiss!’

“She’s a big girl,” Got Gal said.  “She has a lot to learn.  But you have to let her make her own mistakes.”

Beneath Python, but also hearing every word, Flag Girl sighed ever so softly and squirmed.  Then, slowly, she spread her luscious legs a little wider around Python’s slender black body.

“She can handle anything that thug throws at her, and more,” Texas Star assured her.

Ms. Americana sighed.  “Perhaps you’re right,” she said.  Then, with a deep breath through her luscious lips, she dragged her mind back to more pressing business.  “Alright,” she said, “we’ll look for her as we look for him.  He must be under cover, it’s the only explanation.  Texas Star, you check every pipe, gully, and culvert in this place.   Got Gal, go search the building again.  Thoroughly.  I’m going to sweep the perimeter and keep my eyes open.”

“Got it!” the two gorgeous blonde heroines said, smiling.  Separating, they promptly began sauntering off to their separate posts.  Python watched them go eagerly… or, more accurately, watched their buxom scantily-clad asses sway eagerly. Ms. Americana stayed where she was for a few seconds, unknowingly swaying her own ass back and forth right in her leering foes’ face as she fumed.  Her brows trembled, and she shook her head violently.

“How can one purse snatcher possibly be this HARD?” she snapped to herself, rhetorically.  Then, with a sigh, she too began to saunter away… not knowing that, at that exact second, the exact same thought was running through Flag Girl’s head.  And had been, for at least the last ten minutes straight.

When they were alone again and he no longer had any luscious bikini-clad bodies to distract him, Python turned at last and for the first time in a long while looked at his pretty little bush-mate.  Flag Girl’s eyes blinked up at him in awe, wide, blue, and moist with wonder.

Her hands had been bound above her, round the base of a thorny shrub, with a strap torn from her own bra.  Similar straps bound her ankles to other roots, keeping them down and apart.  The hip-straps of her tiny panties extended out of the sides of her full little mouth.  Her puffy pink lips quivered cutely to either side of their dainty, red-and-white-striped wadding.

She whimpered up at him, softly.

“You got something to say?” he asked her, stroking her little panty-bulging cheek.

She blinked her pretty eyes wide at him, sighed softly, and then slowly nodded.

He stroked her again, grinning.  “You know to be quiet, right girl?” he prodded, both verbally and, down low, with his dick.

Shuddering heavily, she breathed deep and nodded again.

He smiled.  Keeping the sharp ‘knife’ close to her throat, he reached a single finger through her lips and hoisted out her sopping panties.  She gasped as they popped free.  Drooling with her saliva, they slid down her cheek and landed on her golden hair.

Slowly, licking her lips, Flag Girl squirmed.  Then, with a soft shudder, she asked what she wanted to know.

“Who… who are you?” she whispered.  Her eyes blinked up at him, shining in awe, as his huge penis, now sliding very slowly and shallowly in and out of her utterly outmatched cunt, nevertheless managed to send electric thrills of submissive pleasure like she’d never felt before shooting through her super-humanly shapely body.  “How… how are you doing this to me?!”

“Me?” he laughed.  “I’m just a thief!”  Leaning in, he claimed her lips in a sudden, deep, plunging kiss… while at the same time he began to pump his giant penis harder and harder within her.  Flag Girl shuddered and moaned, her whole body quivering in awe.  Then he backed off, suddenly.  He left her luscious lips hanging open and quivering in awe… hungry for more.  Her eyes gazed up at him, blinking wide in reverence.  “I stole a purse,” he said, sneering, down into her gorgeous face.  “And you chased me.  So now I’ve stolen your pussy too!”

And suddenly, his penis sliding in smooth clean strokes in and out of her drooling pussy pulled back to the tip… and then slammed back in with deep, brutal power.  Flag Girl’s eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped, taking in a deep gasp of breath.  His dark hand slammed down over her luscious lips just in time to muffle a loud and helpless moan.  Eyes rolling over his clenched fingers, Flag Girl shook with a deep and irresistible pleasure she had never felt before.

Gasping in awe himself, Python cut loose every ounce of self-control he had left and fucked Flag Girl with every soaring, ecstatic, frenzied sinew in his entire body.  His huge penis slammed in and of her devastated drooling pussy, like a wrecking ball that had died and gone to a heaven of eternal cunt-wall-smashing pleasure.  Flag Girl’s pussy wiggled and squirted wildly under the tremendous assault his black penis subjected it to… yet, miraculously, held together, while sending her little brain soaring to and past the peak of conceivable and submissive delight.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp of pure pleasure, his own eyes rolling in their sockets, Python slammed deep and came.  His jaw and his entire body shuddered with ecstasy as gallon after gallon of pure soaring release poured down his dick and spewed into Flag Girl’s pristine fertile womb.  Panting heavily for breath, Python put his head beside her quivering pretty face, clung tight to her sweaty body and sighed, as his huge penis, slowly slackening, squirted spurt after spurt of residual cum into Flag Girl’s infinitely receptive cunt.

Then, suddenly, his hot surging blood running cold, Python heard the distinctive crunch of a hard heel on gravel.  Looking up, he saw the unmistakable shape of Ms. Americana’s gleaming boot… not ten feet in front of him.  But he could no longer help himself.  Penis squirting of its own accord, even as he stared at her mistress’s boots he let another dollop of cum pour into Flag Girl. Ms. Americana took another step, straight towards him.  Higher up, he could see her sleek panties and her long powerful legs, but not the rest of her.  Balls pulsing, he sent another little spurt of cum into Flag Girl… and Ms. Americana took another step closer.

Squirt, crunch.  Squirt, crunch.  Squirt, crunch.  Like clockwork, every spurt of exquisite pleasure he released into the mighty heroine’s squirming wide-eyed sidekick was accompanied by another step forward from her boots.  By the time his load was entirely spent, the well-satisfied thief was staring at her boots from less than a foot away.  With one more stride, she could have stepped right on top of him… if she had been willing to brave the thorns and the brambles.

‘Shiiit…’ Python thought to himself.  Turning his head, he cradled it between Flag Girl’s big shapely tits.  They embraced him in their silky jiggling warmth.  Beneath him she stirred slightly, her gorgeous face still blinking up at the night sky in unseeing, brain-broken pleasure. ‘Whatever happens now…’ he thought, grinning evilly, ‘it was fucking worth it!’  Down below, a last large lazy dollop of cum poured out of his giant limpening cock, deep into the fertile teen womb of Ms. Americana’s precious sidekick.

High up above, Ms. Americana stood with her hands upon her pantied hips, and glared.  Her eyes spun slowly, studying the distance but seeing nothing… unaware that less than three feet separated her own sleek crotch and the gaping ruined cum-leaking snatch of her ward.  “What the hell has that little brat gone and gotten into her now?!” she seethed.

Then, turning, buxom hips swaying, she stalked slowly away.  She got about twenty paces before she whirled suddenly and, lifting her head, bent her ear to the sky.  She thought she’d heard a voice, whispering to her on the wind.  Then it came again.

“I… I love you… my thief…” the soft breeze-wafted voice whispered.  Then she heard the very soft, but unmistakable sound, of trembling lips kissing a cheek.

Brenda’s brow furrowed darkly.  Then she furiously shook her gorgeous raven-haired head.  “I… I must be hearing things!” she said.  Turning her luscious scantily-clad hips decisively away she resumed determinedly, pneumatically, stalking on along on the rest of her patrol.

A short time later, a sharp squeal and then moan sounded in the darkness.  There was a brief sloshing sound. A square of light flared and then vanished as it was placed against Python’s cheek.

“Ramon,” he said, after his phone picked up.  “Hey, Ramon!  Guess, what dawg!  I nailed one!”  Lifting the phone, he clicked a button and flipped it around.

Flag Girl squealed as a bright flash of light suddenly burst down upon her.  She knelt naked in the culvert, hands behind her with scavenged cable ties and her back pressed against a filthy concrete wall.  Only her mask, boots, and gloves protected her – every other inch of her pristine young flesh was streaked with grime and mud.  The irony was not lost on her.  Blushing deeply, Flag Girl ducked her head and turned it away from the camera as it glowed steadily, having now been switched to live video mode.

“Now, now,” Python chided.  “That’s no way to behave.  Turn around and show off the gift I gave you.”

Flag Girl moaned in humiliation… but then, helplessly, she obeyed.  Blushing deeply, looking up into it, she slowly opened her long luscious legs for the glowing camera.  Between them her delicate teen pussy gaped wide open, naked and ravaged… just in time for a dollop of Python’s potent gooey cum  to slowly well up from between her quivering lips and dribble, slowly, down towards her ass.

A sound of pure, disbelieving awe echoed out through the phone.

“That’s right dawg!” Python laughed.  Flipping the phone round he turned off the light.  Closing her legs again, Flag Girl whimpered with relief as the merciful darkness once more cloaked her.  “You know I did, man!” Python crowed, only a tiny glow by his cheek now lighting the gloom.  “Trust me, by the end she was begging for it and everything.  Just like I did to that Julie cunt.  But focus, man, focus.  There’s three more of the big-tittied bitches still bouncing around up there… and sexy and fuckable as they look, I doubt I can take a punch from any of them.  Anything else you got for me?”  He listened briefly.  “A jewel, huh?” he said, slowly.  “Huh?  Nah, man, don’t worry I’ll think of something.  Listen, I got to keep moving.  You keep searching.  Gotta go.”

He turned the phone off, and slipped it back into his pocket.  Then, he slowly crouched down.

“You be a good girl,” he whispered to Flag Girl.  Reaching out, he used the sound of her breathing to find and stroke her face…  then dropped his hand lower, to cup and squeeze her enormous left breast.  Flag Girl moaned softly, and squirmed… intentionally or unintentionally giving his lightly cupped hand a marvelous sampling of soft, bouncing, silky tit.  “I’ll be back soon enough.” Then, giving her helpless pink nipple an unseen but humiliating parting flick with his finger, he turned and slunk away back up another culvert.

Left alone in pitch blackness, Flag Girl lay naked, helpless, and in utterly humiliated defeat.  Only her conqueror’s sperm, still dribbling in a slow but steady series of glops up out of her ruined young cunt, kept her company.

Having completed two full circuits of the half-finished office building, Got Gal was growing frustrated.  The place was a maze of half-erected drywall, exposed pipe, and partially finished ceilings.  As her ample bikini-clad curves jiggled their way through one blind alley after another, her eyes slid suspiciously one way and then the other with each and every slow and cautious step… while her gigantic breasts did something very similar within her straining, glowing-jewel-supporting bra.

In what looked like it would have been a break room she passed a long row of counters and turned slowly… when she suddenly heard a high-pitched ringing sound from right behind her.  With a cry Got Gal whirled, darted past the counters, made a massive-breast-sloshing turn… and gasped.  Before her, in the open door of a long sliding closet, the toe of a dark running shoe dangled down from the top of the doorway.  

A single quarter lay upon the concrete floor directly below the toe, spinning slowly.  Tails side up.

“Ha!” Got Gal cried.

With a mighty, pneumatic bound she darted forward.  Lunging through the closet door she whirled around, and looked upwards.  “I’ve got you now, Thief!” she said, smirking eagerly.  Then reaching up, going up on tip-toe, she seized him by the shoe and yanked it down, hard.

Only to come down with nothing but a single empty shoe.  One broken lace, from where it had been nailed up with a spare tack, dangled down over her wrist.  She gaped at it.

Her head darted up, aghast, to find Python standing before her.

“Surprise, bitch,” he said.

Her jaw dropped.

Moments later his dark hand darted forward, slid insolently down in between her massive jiggling white breasts, and yanked away her precious glowing jewel.

“Oh!  Goddess!” Got Gal gasped as, instantaneously, her overloaded white bra burst apart like a busted dam.  Her two giant breasts spilled forth to jiggle and jostle in delightful, defenseless nudity directly before her ambushing foe.  Her ultra-buxom body, now clad in little but mask, heels, and skimpy white panties, glowed and trembled slightly as her all-mighty powers drained and dribbled away.

Python was not such a fool as to give her a chance to recover.  While his big-breasted foe was still reeling from her sudden stripping and de-powering, he hooked a foot around the back of her elegant high heel and jerked itt out from under her.

“Goddess of Got!” Got Gal shrieked as she tumbled down to her knees.  She landed at her foe’s feet, briefly shaken and stunned.  Her ample scantily-clad ass slammed down atop her high heels, and quivered in pain.  Her huge bare breasts sloshed and wobbled heavily, heaving back and forth delightfully before her watching foe’s eyes.  Her gorgeous masked head shot back and let out a brief, lip-quivering cry.

Moments later her brief cry was silenced into a gurgling whimper.  Eyes blinking wide, Got Gal slowly turned her gaze down and blinked in stunned disbelief at the gigantic, throbbing black cock that had suddenly appeared between her stunned, quivering lips. Over a foot of pussy-ruiningly thick penis, rock hard and thick veins throbbing, extended from her mouth. For just a second her eyes widened and stared at it in bewildered disbelief.

“That’s it, get a good look, bitch,” Python purred.  Reaching down, he took a firm grip on the staggered heroine’s lovely blonde head.  “Cuz you’re about to get a deep taste!”

Before she could react he shoved his tip a few inches more into her luscious wet warm mouth, tilted carefully, and then suddenly slammed in deep and hard.

“Glllphh!” Got Gal garbled unintelligibly, eyes flying wide and growing lost in stunned shock, as an impossible length of throbbing black cock rammed its way through her rapidly-spreading lips and plowed its way down her gullet.  The fury of Python’s hip-thrust surged down into her like a piledriver, slamming her back until her head hit the wall behind her, and then carrying through, as her mind reeled at the impossibility of it all, to force its way deep down her throat.

“Oh, yeah…” Python gasped with pleasure, as Got Gal's tight moist lips slid all the way to his pubes.  His balls rested upon her chin.  Her delightful throat massaged every inch of his mammoth, heroine-taming length. His head tilted back, lips quivering, as he savored the incredible pleasure she was giving him, her hot wet heroinely cavity wrapped tight and helpless around the entire length of his massive invading cock.

“Ha!” he chuckled, grinning.  “Looks like when you don’t have a gag, a cock will do.  At least as far as super-heroines are concerned!” Then, keeping a tight grip on her head, he pulled out until only his tip remained within her… and then slammed in again.  Harder.  And then again.  And again.

“Mmph!  Ggglph!  Grmph!” Got Gal moaned unintelligibly.  Brain battered by the size and power of cock plowing mercilessly through it, her eyes and mind reeled at what was being done to her.

Finally, Python slammed in hard, pinning her lovely head against the back of the wall… and then held it.

“Look at me,” he said down to her, in between his own helpless gasps of pleasure.

Above his huge, mouth spreading dong, proud Got Gal’s eyes wavered and swung wildly, looking at anything but.  He chuckled, patiently.

“Look at me, Got Slut,” he repeated.

The insult seemed finally to break through her penis-pounded bewilderment, and struck a nerve deep inside her thoroughly violated body.  Her gorgeous eyes fluttered, blinked, and then slowly turned and focused up on him.  Between his spread thighs her buxom body squirmed, making her huge naked tits sway ponderously back and forth… brushing the insides of his legs to either side.  Slowly, the look upon her face started to transform from confusion to rage. That wouldn’t do.  So, still savoring the luscious feel of her hot warmth quivering tightly all around his penis, Python smirked down into her anger, and headed it off at the pass.

“Good girl,” he said down into her lovely, enraged eyes.  “Now look at my gun.”

He moved one of his hands over near her face.  Hidden in the sleeve of his jacket he held a length of steel pipe which to Got Gal looked just like the barrel of a gun.  Her eyes slid over… and went wide again.  The flush of rage that had been filling her penis-plugged face slowly drained away again, before the helplessly shaft-slurping beauty even got it started.  Depowered, with her mouth wrapped around his titanic schlong, she knew she was helpless to resist the armed thug. Which meant there was no shame in doing what came naturally.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked.

Got Gal squirmed upon her knees, a little more violently this time.  Her tiny panties, tingling inside with her peril, wiggled atop her perched heels… visible, had anyone been there to observe them, to the rest of the room framed perfectly between his wide long legs.  Then, slowly, her throat moving succulently around his penis as she did so, she nodded.

 “Are you going to suck dick, like a good little heroine?” he asked, smirking.

Got Gal’s eyes flew open.  She looked up at him, her plugged face growing pink and silently shivering with rage.  Then, a tiny gag ran through her, shaking her tits, and reminding her of her position.  Her eyes widened slightly, quivered in fear, and then slowly swung off to the side. Blushing, unable to meet his gaze, she silently nodded.

“Then suck and be silent, super-heroine,” he said.

Got Gal’s head quivered.  Her eyes gaped down at the huge penis in shock.  Then slowly, with a soft moan, they fluttered closed.  And, with great effort, lips quivering, the gorgeous blonde heroine slowly began to bob her head gently up and down her enemy’s massive shaft - sucking his cock as ordered.

“Oooh, yeah!” Python sighed, hissing with pleasure.

He kept his hand wrapped tight around the back of her head, pumping his hips slightly to force her to take it just a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, with each passing stroke.  Not wanting to keep his back to the room longer than necessary, Python slowly inched his way around, using a series of kicks and nudges to force Got Gal’s buxom, helplessly kneeling body to hobble and clamber awkwardly at his feet even as she continued to suck.  The entire time he kept his hand wrapped tight around the base of her head, occasionally tapping her with his ‘gun’, to keep the deeply and deliciously slurping bitch in line.  Soon, Python sighed with relief as he rested his back against the closet wall while Got Gal’s gorgeous blonde head bobbed rhythmically at his waist. It was now her ample jutting ass facing defenselessly out to the unseen room. Keeping his 'gun' hand briefly parked atop her lovely bobbing blonde head, he reached out and silently pulled it closed behind her ample wiggling buns, until only a tiny crack remained through which he could keep watch.

During the ordeal Got Gal gradually regained her heroic composure, even if her lips and tongue never ceased to pleasure her criminal conqueror’s dick.  Every once in a while, when her quivering lips had drawn back to caress the very tip of his massive penis, she glared up at him defiantly… even as her bobbing lips and sliding tongue, quivering and dribbling with her drool, caressed worshipfully around the mammoth arrowhead flares of his glans. Each time he responded by chuckling amusedly back into her rigtheously slurping face before, with just the tiniest pressure upon the back of her beautiful head, making her slurp deep back down his delightedly twitching length once more.

For several minutes the criminal and the super-heroine lay cloaked in shadows as she helplessly gave him a long, sweet, and very softly slurping blowjob.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he relaxed his grip on the back of her gorgeous blonde head… and grinned.  Without the slightest loss of enthusiasm or vigour, her lustrous blonde head continued to bob furiously up and down his immensely long, veiny shaft.  The look upon her gorgeous face still tried to pretend that she was defiant and acting against her will, but without realizing it, without being forced, her luscious tongue and delectable lips slurped with worshipful and eager enthusiasm over every inch of her foe’s gigantic penis.  Leaning back against the wall he chortled softly.

“Got Gal?” Ms. Americana’s voice suddenly called from the distance.

With a rush of breath, Python snapped his hand down and seized hold of Got Gal’s head again.  Trembling, he clenched her head tight against him, sealing her quivering lips with his cock.

“Got Gal?” Ms. Americana’s voice called again, closer.

The clack of her boots on concrete echoed around them.  On her knees, her huge breasts jiggling naked between Python’s spread legs and her mouth full of cock, Got Gal blushed at the prospect of being rescued in such a humiliating state.  She turned her eyes down and stared at her enemy’s huge penis… and could not help but be impressed that even under these circumstances his tremendous girth was still jaw-ruiningly hard.

“Got Gal?” Americana’s voice called.  Now it was coming from the room just outside.

Got Gal squirmed on her knees, her huge bare breasts sloshing. She blushed.  Then, closing her eyes, she slowly and silently slid her lips up and down her captor’s huge penis, giving a long slow sweet suck.  Python, lying back against the wall, had to stifle a game-ruining laugh as he enjoyed a gentle, quiet blowjob under the nose of his still-searching enemy.

“Got Gal?  Flag Girl?  Why do none of you report in?!” Americana seethed to herself.  Her ears were not quite sharp enough to hear the soft slurping sounds coming from a closet just behind her sleek star-spangled ass.  But through the tiny dark crack smirking Python once more got to enjoy a perfect view of her magnificent scantily-clad body, turning and jiggling and bending low as if deliberately giving him a show, while Got Gal sucked and sucked at his feet. Then, with an exasperated sigh, she turned and strutted away to search another area.  Got Gal blushed as she heard her friend’s boot-steps slowly receding into the distance… and, bowing her head continued ashamedly to suck, and suck, and suck.

“Good girl!” Python cooed down at her, once Americana’s boot-steps had receded to a safe distance.  He stroked her bobbing blonde head indulgently.

Looking up into his eyes in the shadowy darkness, Got Gal glared at him righteously. With a soft slurp, her luscious lips popped off his giant dick.  “Don’t read too much into it,” she growled up at him.  Sticking out her tongue, she gave the tip of his penis a slow, rolling lick while dejectedly staring at it.  “I knew that if I called her over, you would use me as a hostage to make her strip too.”  Tilting her head to one side, she gave him another delectable lap with her tongue, then lifted her head back up and glared.  “I… I had to suck your dick. I... I had no choice.”  The last bit came out with a tiny tremble, as if she was having difficulty convincing herself.  As if to console herself, she dropped her head and gave his dick a series of sweet, soft, succulent kisses.

“Well aren’t you the best hostage ever!” he chuckled.  “You know what else good hostages do?  They know enough to pull down their panties.”

“Never!” the mighty heroine gasped, glaring up at him.

He smiled, patronizingly.  Then, seizing a firm grip on her head by her blonde hair, he suddenly whipped his hips to one side and then back the other way, smashing her across the face with his gigantic penis.  Got Gal gasped as her pretty face was blasted to one side by his huge dick.  Moments later he shoved his tip through her lips, and then slammed home in one long stroke until her lips were in his pubes.  Her buxom body squirmed and shuddered as she got brutally deep-throated, gagging helplessly on his immense cock as her bulging eyes watered with bewildered tears.  Then as suddenly as he’d thrust home he yanked back out, leaving her gasping and chastised on her knees.

“Panties down, slut,” he purred.

Looking up with a vengeful, trembling face, she glared at him.  “You’ll never get away with this!” she growled.  But even as she said it her hands were already reaching back and slowly pulling her tiny panties up over her buxom ass.  She sighed as she pulled the little bikini bottoms down her shapely thighs, and then squirmed out of them. With a trembling hand she laid them as if ritual offering between his feet. “One of us will catch you and put you in jail!” she promised, as she withdrew her hands and lifted them high.

“Probably,” he said.  Grabbing the naked super-heroine he shoved her back into the deepest and darkest part of the closet.  He put her onto her back in the shadows.  Then, going by feel, he traced his hand down her wriggling but effectively unresisting body and slid it between her mighty, helplessly quivering thighs.  “But I think I’m okay with that…” he said, as he slid two thick fingers deep inside Got Gal’s pussy and found it hot, wet, and sloppy with lust.

Got Gal was unbound.  She probably could have resisted.  But with his fingers massaging her pussy and the threat of his gun still lurking, she couldn’t bring herself to lift a finger as the thug guided his huge cock to the entrance of her pussy. Withdrawing his fingers from her cunt he left his penis poised between her drooling nether lips, and put his hands upon her unseen shoulders in the pitch darkness.

“Coup de grace, bitch,” he said, and thrust in hard.

“Oh… Goddess…” she gasped, quivering in the darkness beneath him, as his huge penis slammed up inside her.   It kept slamming, using her copious lubricant to ravage her with brutal depth and ease. Her gasps and moans rose steadily, as he fucked her.

“Oh, fuck yeah…” Python sighed with pleasure, slamming his cock up into her slick hot pussy faster and faster.  “The only thing better than super-mouth is super-snatch!”  Quivering like a breast-and-thigh playland beneath him, the super-heroine’s spectacular jiggly body could only whimper, and gasp, and shudder with pleasure.

Several minutes later, Texas Star too came through the building.  “Flag Girl?” she called, spinning slowly around, her huge breasts swaying.  “Honey?  You in here?  Americana’s getting mad!”  Unfortunately her ears were not quite sensitive enough to hear the slurping sound of a huge penis pulsing and wiggling as it sent spurt after spurt of cum deep inside a defenseless pussy, just a few feet behind her voluptuous panty-stretching ass.  Nor, when her back was turned did she detect the sound of a nearby closet sliding slightly open.  A coin went flying through the air behind her head and landed in a far corner of the building with a light tinkle.

“Who’s there?” Texas Star gasped, whirling around.  Curious and cautious, hands on her six-shooters, she slunk pneumatically away to investigate.  By the time she returned to complete her meticulous search there was nothing to find in the unremarkable little closet save for a curious wet patch, and a broken shoelace dangling from a nail above the door.  Thinking little of either, she shrugged and moved on.

“Mmmph!” Got Gal moaned into her gag, as her bound naked body tumbled onto its side in the muck.

Grinning, Python pulled out his phone, turned on the light, and gave his impromptu super-villain lair a once-over with video rolling.

“Not much to look at it, it’s true,” he said, as the light panned over the low concrete ceiling and filthy floors.  “But I think the décor is coming along nicely.”  He turned the light down slowly onto the two captive super-heroines that now knelt side by side at his feet.  They squirmed and whimpered as bright glow exposed them, bodies smeared with mud and pussies leaking his triumphant cum.  Looking up in the dimly glimmering light that now filled the filthy cistern the two heroines could finally see their own bras and panties hanging from little pipe-fittings above them, to keep them pristine and untarnished.  Both blonde beauties moaned with humiliation to see their costumes, now his trophies as much as they were themselves, treated with more care and concern than their bodies.  Their mouths were now sealed with salvaged duct tape, which had also been used to thoroughly wrap their wrists and ankles.

Turning the light back out Python returned the phone to his ear.  “Hey Ramon, two down.  Second one’ll suck the ugly off your dick man.  Wait’ll you get some, it’ll blow your mind.  Now what you got for me?”  He listened, ignoring the offended moans of the two heroines squirming helplessly at his feet in the dark.  “What?  No powers?”  He grinned half-invisibly, lips barely lit by the glow of his screen.  “Yeah, yeah!  Don’t worry, dude, no matter how quick and dead a shot she is, believe me… I’ll get the drop on the bitch.  Trust me.”  He hung up.

Keeping the phone on for its faint light, he turned, thinking hard.  Despite his bravado, he knew that a bullet tearing into his chest would still ruin his day.  Then he looked down at the two conquered heroines.  Squirming in their bonds, they looked up at him, pretty eyes blinking plaintively at him with equal parts hope and fear. He looked back... and a dark smile slowly spread across his face.

Texas Star was getting nervous.  It had been a while since she’d seen either Got Gal or Flag Girl.  The construction site was large, far larger than she had first thought. But even so it was getting harder and harder to deny to herself what must have happened to them.  Or, to be more exact, to keep the many, many erotic possibilities from flowing ever more vividly through her pretty gasping blonde head.

Strutting along just outside a maze of long round storage tanks, heavy pumps and snaking industrial piping, she bumped once more into Ms. Americana.  “I think we need to admit it, Americana,” she said, as they stopped to compare notes.  “We’ve been searching for over an hour and have seen nothing.  He’s slipped the coop.  Beaten us to the draw.  Hit the county line.  You know.  Escaped.”

“Nonsense!” Americana scoffed, doubling down on her plan the more it was threatened.  “He’s a common thief, there’s no way he could outwit us.  He’s here, I know it!  Now keep moving and keep your mind and your eyes open!”

Lifting her chin, the Queen of Justice stalked indignantly off towards the other side of the compound.

Sighing, Texas Star turned and looked into the maze of pipe and pumps before her.  It had been the first area she had searched and she had inspected every twist of pipe and hidden cranny with a meticulous care that had long since started to slip.  But she hadn’t looked inside since.  Slowly, carefully, the buxom heroine walked into the maze, eyes searching carefully.

After a couple minutes and several confusing twists and turns, during a gust of wind the blonde heroine’s eyes suddenly spotted a flutter of color amidst the dull gun-metal-gray piping.  A flutter that wasn’t there before.  Darting forward, she reached her hand up amidst the pipes… and gasped in shock as it came back down holding Flag Girl’s big blue star-spangled bra.

“Oh, my Goddess…” she whispered in horror, staring at it, as the wind blew through and made the huge cups flutter again beneath her trembling fist.

She spun her head this way and that but saw nothing but silent dark pipes all around her.  Her world briefly spun.  She had an instant impulse to call for Ms. Americana… but then stopped herself just before she did so.

“No…” she whispered.  “Not her own sidekick… it would humiliate both of them.  I must save Flag Girl… alone.  Then both of them can keep their dignity...”

Her imagination racing and her breath quick, Texas Star slowly walked further into the maze of pipe.  She turned a corner… and moaned in shock.

There was no need to search among pipes this time:  right in front of the shocked cowgirl lay a field of open and undeniable super-heroine conquest.  Got Gal’s gigantic bra lay strewn on the ground right at her feet.  From pipes to either side of the path to each side, both heroines’ skimpy little panties dangled right in front of Texas Star’s shocked face, their sleek curves fluttering in the wind like little flags of sexual super-heroine surrender.  But worst of all every pipe fixture, valve, pump and tank within a half a dozen yards of her was splattered and dripping with sticky white fluid that the gasping heroine instantly knew must be criminal semen.

“Both heroines… lured into ambushes and captured?!” she gasped in horror.  Gently she retrieved the costumes and held them up as they dangled forlornly in front of her face by their little straps.  “And then… then he had his way with both of them.  Goddess, what a humiliating disaster!”

Now the mighty heroine knew she must go for Ms. Americana.  But as she turned to run she was suddenly brought to a standstill by the faintest of sounds upon the wind.

She turned forward once more, gasping, and listened again.

And sure enough, through the maze of piping, the blinking and astonished super-heroine could hear the distant sound of giggling.  Sexual, feminine giggling.

“Oh…” she whispered, eyes wide.  “Oh, Goddess… no!  It… it can’t be!”  She swallowed.  “I can’t go now, by the time I return they might be gone.”  She licked her lips and took a deep breath, one hand tracing nervously at the edge of her skimpy panties.  “I have… no choice!” she told herself.

Breathing hard, Texas Star stumbled further into the maze, alone.  Every time she paused and reconsidered, another fleeting gasp or moan carried upon the wind lured her further in.  Soon, the mighty heroine found herself standing in a dead end in the maze of pipes, before a large flapping tarp that had been stretched across the path. A tarp that had not been there before.

Silence reigned for several seconds, as the heroine took a long slow breath.  Then, suddenly, from behind the tarp, came the sound of a delighted and near-orgasmic moan.

 “Oh, God yes!  Oh, more!” a deep, throaty female voice said from behind the curtain.  “Oh, Goddess, yes, deeper!”  The voice sounded muffled, as if trying to bite down shameful pleasure.

“Oh!” Texas Star gasped softly, shocked.  She recognized the voice instantly.  “Got Gal… no!” she whispered.  Her hand holding the once-proud heroine’s skimpy bikini trembled… the tiny little panties fluttering and tickling teasingly across her own shapely-flesh-swollen bottoms.

Slowly, drawing a deep breath, Texas Star took a pneumatic step forward… and then was brought to a halt again by a second giggle, lighter and higher pitched.

“Ooh!  You’re such a stud…” the lighter voice cooed.  Her words were suddenly broken by the unmistakable sound of a wet, sloppy kiss, lips upon lips... or worse.  “I… I love you, Python…” Flag Girl's voice sighed.

“No!” Texas Star gasped, her head spinning.  “Flag Girl and Got Gal… tamed by a criminal... together.  At the same time?!”  And, the trembling buxom beauty could not help but obsess on, both girls seem to be getting far deeper pleasure in their forbidden ménage than any fumbling hometown cowpoke had ever managed to give her.  She licked her lips, her bikini-clutching fingers nervously adjusting her own skimpy panties to make sure they curved perfectly over her fertile loins.  Then, setting her face firmly, she took a determined step forward.

So close the tarp started to flutter against her huge breasts and scantily-clad pelvis, Texas Star reached up to tear the tarp aside… and then stopped again, eyes widening as a sudden storm of whispered passion exploded from the other side.

“Yes… oh, yes…  oh, oh, God, you’re so big..   oh, don’t stop… oh!  Please… more!”

Texas Star’s hand trembled frozen upon the tarp as it tickled her flesh.  Between her squirming thighs, a single trickle of glistening moisture slipped out of her skimpy panties, and rolled slowly down her silky-smooth flesh.

With a gasp Texas Star tore the curtain aside.

Behind it lay just another corner of the industrial maze, no sign of wiggling females caught in shame or for that matter of her elusive thief.  Low to the ground, from a concrete wall there emerged a dark dingy culvert.  More coos and moans echoed from within.

Texas Star stared, quivering in confusion. Then taking a quiet step forward she breathed deep, bent down low and peered inside.  There, lying in the culvert was a little phone.  The sounds of her friends’ sexual awe flowed from it.  Its screen glowed up into her beautiful, horrified face, bearing the word, in huge shining text:  “Sucker!”

Python stepped up behind the bent-over superheroine, grabbed her panties and with one swift brutal motion yanked them up over her buxom ass and down onto her thighs.

“Oh!” Texas Star gasped, her face and body quivering in shock.

Her second of stunned hesitation was all Python needed to destroy her.  In an instant he grabbed her by her hips, put the tip of his huge penis to her suddenly defenseless pussy, and slammed home to the hilt inside her.  “You filthy slut!” he laughed as he found himself sliding almost effortlessly into a sopping, eager, and utterly inviting snatch.

“NO!” Texas Star gasped, trembling, as she got filled.

With decisive speed, while the impaled cowgirl still squealed and quivered helplessly on his devastatingly hard-thrusting schlong, Python seized her wrists and dragged them behind her.  Gaping at the night sky in awe as his night-dark penis plundered her pussy deeper than it had ever been drilled before, the Texan beauty was in no position to resist.  In an instant, he had slipped a long cable-tie, one of several he’d found discarded in a corner, around her fringed gloved wrists and yanked them tight.

“Noooo!” Texas Star whimpered, gasping in disbelief, as she felt herself rendered tame.  Her heavy six-shooters still slapped at her thighs as she got fucked, loaded and ready, but the buxom blonde was no longer in any position to use them.  Cackling with glee, Python drove his victory home by grinding his giant penis against the deepest depths of her cowgirl pussy.

Then, both hands squeezing tight at her buxom fleshy hips, Python gave her mighty super-pussy three sharp, deep, and overwhelming thrusts.  As each thrust sank home, his throbbing girth spreading huge and massive inside her, Texas Star’s eyes bulged slightly wider.  On the third one, moaning in awe, Texas Star trembled and toppled and fell to her knees.  He dropped right with her, her luscious and briefly weightless flesh jiggling against him, and then put a hand on her gorgeous hat-clad head and shoved it down to keep her docile and tame.   But he hardly needed to bother because already, in record time, his mammoth shaft was making his heroinely foe climax.

“GODDESS!  NO!”  the mighty heroine’s trembling voice screamed out, stunned.  Her shuddering mouth dropped open in shock, unable to believe it even herself, as her wiggling climaxing pussy spurted orgasmic fluid all over her enemy’s triumphantly pumping shaft and his huge cum-swollen balls.  He laughed, and kept right on pumping, even as the supposedly invincible heroine in his arms wiggled and shuddered and moaned through the rest of a long, powerful, devastating, and humiliating climax.

Moaning like a cow, Texas Star slowly hung her head, her body trembling on its knees as it got fucked.  Her golden hair fell down in shining streamers around her gorgeous and furiously blushing face, beneath her trademark hat.  He laughed, sliding his hands back and forth in luxuriant and delighted dominance across the silky flesh of quivering, moaning, once-defiant super-heroine.

Then, still pumping away, he grabbed her cowgirl-hatted head and forced it down into the culvert.  Moaning and docile in her deep-thrusting pussy-quivering defeat, Texas Star obeyed.  Bent low over her, without a word, solely by the long showy and devastating slams of his pelvis into her jiggling buxom ass, Python drove his latest rustled heifer crawling forward into the culvert. Her cowgirl boots scraping through the mud, followed shortly by his ghetto trainers, were the last things to be seen, and soon they too vanished from view.  By the time Americana came jogging, gasping, up, to investigate the muffled sounds she had heard, there was not the slightest sign anything untoward had occurred. Hands upon her hips, she tilted her head and looked at the dark silent culvert in suspicion. Then, stamping her foot, she whirled and stalked frustratedly away.

“Flag Girl?” Ms. Americana yelled into the looming night about an hour later, darting through one dark shape after another.

“Texas Star?  Got Gal?!”

The night had started so simple and so promising.  Now it was turning into a nightmare.  Where was her quarry?  Where were her comrades?  What was going on?

Suddenly, the masked vigilante noticed a flashing light in the cuff of her glove.  The signal of an emergency message waiting for her at her car.  She ran to the exit, untwisted the rebar, discarded it to one side, and opened the gate.  She darted to her car, which waited nearby, and sank her voluptuous panty-clad ass into its bucket seat.  Watching the gate warily through her windshield to make sure her quarry didn’t slip away during her distraction, she reached out blind to the console and activated her message service, then glanced quickly down to see the first one.

“PRIORITY MESSAGE:  GOTG. - Caught crook!  Sorry about not calling – had to fly!” said the glowing screen.

Americana stared.  Then, huge breasts jiggling as she leaned forward, her gloved fingers stabbed in a response.

“Where IS he??” she asked.

She watched the gate intently, suspiciously, as she waited for Got Gal’s response.  Soon, the screen glowed.  “Flown to DCPD, first class on Got Gal Air,” it said.  Then, “Don’t worry – vomit minimal.  ;-)”

Americana stared at the screen for several seconds, mind racing.  Then she reached forward to type another query.  “I heard a…” Americana paused, not sure how to put it then finished, “scream?”

“Hehe.  Just a ploy to lure him out!  ;-)” the screen shortly replied.  “Now, got more dudes to punch already – have a good night!”

Americana sighed, sinking back into her seat.  It seemed like such an anticlimax to end like this, after the many hours of searching.  Then she frowned.  “But what about…” she started to say.  Then she noticed she had an older, non-priority message.  Leaning forward, she brought it up.  It was from Flag Girl, saying that she and Texas Star had noticed a liquor store robbery in progress through the wire and had rushed to intervene, Flag Girl giving Texas Star a belt-boosted alley-oop before leaping over the wire herself.  With no more emergency messages, presumably they were still tied up in the legal aftermath of their misadventure.

Americana’s eye twitched in frustration as she stared at the screen.  Then, with a sigh, she sank back into the seat, turned off the screen, and put her hands on the wheel.  “Bitches…” she hissed, as she pressed the starter and her engine roared to life.

Americana stayed out for another few hours but the incident set the tone for her evening and in the early dawn she eventually returned to her secret fortress feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.  With a sigh, she entered the elevator and rode up into her palatial mansion.  None of her servants were up and the rooms were dark.  Liking them that way, the mighty super-heroine moved through the shadows of her luxury home until she reached her opulent master bedroom.

“Lights on,” she said.

The room remained dark.

“Lights on!” she called again, and walking over gave the wall panel a frustrated whack.  But the room lights still failed to come on, save for a single bright spotlight directly over her bed.

“Great,” she sighed.  “Control system must be screwed up.”  She was too tense and frustrated to deal with it now.  With strutting steps, the mighty super-heroine walked through the pitch blackness to the glowing circle.  Standing illuminated at the foot of her bed, she instinctively looked around into the all-hiding darkness.  Then she slowly reached up behind her head, and undid her bra.  She dropped it daintily onto her bed.  Standing bare-breasted in her bedroom, Americana gently twisted her tender nipples between her gloved fingers, and let out a tiny erotic sigh.  Then she bent down, huge naked jugs jiggling, and slowly pulled down her panties.  She stepped daintily out of them, and laid them on the bed next to her bra.  Standing naked in the center of the bedroom, Americana slowly raised her hands to her waist.  A tiny spark jerked through her supple silky body as she undid her belt.  Her mighty powers vanished, leaving her nothing but a buxom beauty standing ready and defenseless beside her opulent bed.

Ms. Americana laid the belt down on her bed next to her bikini.  Then, she could resist no longer.  With a tiny breath, the naked super-heroine reached naughtily between her legs and stroked herself.  She gasped, then let out a low soft moan of pleasure, as she pushed a single delicate finger up into herself.  Her buxom curves shuddered and squirmed.  Her body slowly folded down around her little thrusting finger as she tossed her head and gasped for breath.  Wobbling on her booted feet, she put a single hand out and grabbed the bed to steady her wobbling busty curves.

“Oh, Goddess what a long, empty, frustrating night!” she moaned aloud, head rolling with her pleasure as she played with herself.  She removed the gloved fingers from her pussy, and lifted them up in front of her face, to watch her copious juices drip from them.  “Too frustrating for just a little finger action,” she sighed, breath shallow.  A naughty smile curled across her face.  “Tonight I need something… deeper!”

Navigating by feel and long familiarity, the naked heroine slipped out into the darkness and found her panty drawer.  Fishing in its depths, she returned back into the light bearing a sly smile… and a large black vibrator.  Sliding her naked ass into the center of the bed, she lay back luxuriantly on her pillows, spread her mile-long booted legs… and slowly slipped the big humming black instrument down to her apex.

“Oh!” Americana gasped, head rolling on her pillows, as she pushed the tip into herself.  She paused, shuddering.  Then with a low rolling moan, her back arching, her trembling hand slowly drove the large dildo deep inside of herself, parting and spreading her sloppy sopping pussy.  For several minutes the only sounds in Wade Manor were her echoing moans of pleasure, as Brenda lay splayed at the center of her spot-lit bed, squirming, one hand fondling her own breast as the other pumped slow but strong inside her pussy.  Then, she slowly quickened the pace.

“Yes…” she moaned softly, as she pumped the fake dick inside herself.  The churning of the long dark shaft inside her pussy stirred up dozens of memories, of fears, of fantasies that ran through her head in the hours she spent fearfully searching for her foe and her missing friends.  Frustration, fear and desire blended together in her boiling tight cauldron, and bubbled up through every inch of her tingling squirming flesh.

“Yes…” she whispered.  “Take me… use me!”  She pumped faster, driving her body into violent thrashes of passion.  Her head twisted, shuddered, gasped for breath.  “Yes…” she cooed.  “You, you villain!  How dare you…  OH!”  She pushed the big dick deeper, her whole body shuddering with electric power.  “Yes, I’m at your mercy!” she moaned, head shaking blindly toward the ceiling.  “You fiend!  Make me your…”  She shoved as deep as she could.  “SLAVE!”

Ms. Americana’s whole body bucked with pleasure, and as her head thrashed she let out a long warbling moan of lust.

As the moan died, however, she suddenly heard a distant ringing sound.  At first, she thought it was her ears, for her beautiful head had grown fuzzy and drunk with the rushing pleasures flowing up from her pussy.  Then, she realized it was her phone, and groaned.

Slowly extracting her huge vibrator out of herself, the mighty heroine tossed it down onto the sheets in frustration and then slid naked to the edge of the bed.  Getting shakily to her feet, she walked with swaying steps out her door and grabbed her phone off the table outside.  Putting the phone to her ear, she walked to the window, and looked out to see dawn’s glow just starting to roll up over the skyline of her precious city.

“Yes?” she asked, impatiently.

“Hello, bitch” a deep male voice purred into her little ear.  “This is your Master.”

Americana’s eyes widened, and she put a hand on the window to steady herself.  “What master?!” she asked.

“The one you’ve been searching for.  The one you’ve been craving.  The one that’s filled your thoughts all… night…long…”

“This is a restricted line!” Americana gasped… even as she felt an erotic shudder run down her hot, sex-excited body.  “These kind of calls are illegal…  you’ll be in trouble for calling me!”

“No I won’t.  Because I know you, slut.  I know you dream of slavery every night, while you play with yourself!”  Americana gasped in shock, eyes going wide… even as a sudden tingle sprouted in her dripping pussy.  “You know the master you dream of, when your fingers are inside yourself?  The one who makes you beg?  Who makes you crawl?  Who makes you cum?”  His voice chuckled into her little ear.  “That’s me…”

Americana breathed deep.  She couldn’t help herself.  A couple of fingers slid down her naked depowered body… and slipped guiltily up into her sopping, aching pussy.  “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she insisted breathlessly into the phone, even as, with every word, her naughty wriggling digits slid deeper up inside herself.

“Yes, you do,” the voice purred into her softly gasping face.  “You’re already my slave, slut.  You just haven’t realized it.  I know all you’re secrets.  I can see you.  I can see you now… see you naked.  Helpless.”  His voice chuckled.  “See those fingers sliding naughtily in your pussy, even as you try to pretend otherwise!”

Americana gasped in astonishment.  “How did you - ?!” she started to automatically ask, then bit her lip and quickly switched tracks… even as her fingers continued to plunge furiously inside herself.  “How… how… how did you get this number?” she finally managed to gasp.

His voice just laughed into her little ear.  “Never you mind that, slut.  You’re empty head doesn’t need to know that.  You just keep that pussy hot for me.”  She gasped… fingers obediently stirring within her dripping slit.  “I’ll be inside it soon…”

The dirty call ended with a soft ‘click’, leaving Americana trembling against the window, dead phone in one hand… the other trembling inside her pussy.

Slowly, she breathed in deep, then exhaled slowly.  Pulling her trembling hand out of herself, she held the phone in front of her face and quickly brought the number back up onto her screen.  She stared at it for several seconds, but could not recognize it.    Her naked body shivered with need, silhouetted against the pre-dawn light in the window.  “I’ll give it to the police tomorrow,” she finally said with a sigh, as she put it back on the table.  Then, naked overheated body quivering slightly in the cold air, she walked back into her bedroom and slid back onto her spot-lit bed.

Laying back onto her pillow, she spread her legs and reached down between them.  “I need no master…” she told herself softly, shuddering slightly as her fingers slipped back inside herself.  She arched back, gasping.  “I don’t need a man, for anything…”  She spent several minutes trying to convince herself of just that, squirming on her back upon her bed, legs spread wide, cooing and writhing with lust as both hands worked hard upon her pussy.  But try as she might, her dexterous rubbing and sliding and pumping fingers couldn’t quite get her what she really wanted, and she writhed on her back and gasped in frustration.

“Okay…” she finally sighed softly, having managed to rub out at least some of her tension.  One hand working languidly within herself, the other reached to one side.  “Maybe I do need something big…”  She grinned.  “Something…  black.”

Her gloved fingers searched blindly upon the sheets, not finding it where she first expected.  Then, suddenly, her slender little digits trace up onto exactly what they were looking for.  “Oooh…” she sighed, giving it a loving caress with the backs of her fingers.  “I must be getting so… very horny…” she cooed to herself, rolling with pleasure.  “It’s never felt so… real before!”  Arching back with a deep gasp as her fingers hit a sweet spot inside herself, the mighty heroine gave the huge black shaft a few anticipatory caresses, tracing lovingly along its thick veins and the incredibly realistic contours of its bulging glans.  Then her pumping fingers pulled out and scissored apart, spreading her pussy wide.  Slowly and gently, she wrapped her hand around the upper part of the shaft, just beneath the glans.  She spread her legs flat against the bed, breathed softly, and slowly pulled the delightfully huge dong toward her desperate, aching cunt.

Such was her unseen attacker’s gleeful skill that it was only when the sheets started to depress around her that the little unnatural backward tugs of her big dildo combined with a slowly dawning realization of its doubled girth to all finally slide into her sex-addled mind at once.  She opened her eyes, looked up… and gasped, jaw dropping in shock.

“Hello, bitch,” Python grinned, looming over her, her hand wrapped tenderly and worshipfully around his massive cock.

Americana’s eyes went dead and wide with mind-melted shock, as sheer disbelief briefly brought her already mal-functioning brain to a crashing halt.  Her hungry little hand was not so affected.  Still working on autopilot, her slender digits eagerly guided Python’s huge conquering shaft down, and slid his tip sweetly into the sloppy lips of her finger-spread cunt.

“Thanks, slut!” he laughed.  “Told ya I’d be inside it, soon!”

Horrible realization dawned on Americana’s face… just before his powerful hips slammed home, driving his massive cock deep inside her.

“Oh, GODDESSSS!!!” Americana squealed, eyes bugging in her head, as she got filled deeper and thicker and harder than she’d ever imagined.  In a half-second’s impudent thrust he gave her what her fingers had spent hours struggling and yet failing to provide.  As she writhed in passion, Python grabbed both of her gloved hands and slammed them backwards.  The blue A’s on her trembling gloves end up pressed hard against the embossed bronze letters spelling WADE across her headboard.  With a gasp, the deeply-filled heroine realized that her identity was already thoroughly compromised even if her mask remained in place.  She was, in more ways than one, utterly fucked.  Then Python wiped those thoughts and all others out of her reeling little mind as he started to furiously slam his giant dick in and out of her pussy.

“Oh!” Americana moaned, her head thrashing and her body shuddering as she got railed.  “OH!  Oh, no, I’m at your MERCY!  I… I…”  Her lips trembled.

“Don’t lie bitch!” Python laughed, pumping furiously inside her.  “We all heard you.  We all know what you wanna say!  So say it!”

“We…  oh…. W-we wh-who…” Americana gasped, confused, brains muddled by the churning psychic piston of his pussy-demolishing dick.  Then her blinking eyes opened… and with a deep shocked gasp, through the slowly increasing dawn light streaming from her windows, the deeply fucked heroine started to see the other squirming female figures scattered around her room.

Her wide eyed, sex-bouncing head, lying on its side on her pillows, stared just a few feet ahead to see Got Gal squirming in her bed-side chair… bound and naked.  Her friend stared back over her gag, squirmed, and moaned softly… her own nipples engorged with arousal from having watched Americana be so thoroughly tricked and railed.  Eyes swiveling down in shock, Americana gasped again to see Texas Star trussed tightly to her full-length mirror, tilted back so she lay helplessly at a slight angle.  The mirrored surface allowed her captor multiple lovely views of her uselessly struggling charms, save for between her legs, where the dozens of rivulets of cum streamed down across the mirror’s surface from beneath her curvy buxom ass.  Finally, a deep thrust made Americana’s head thrash violently to the other side as she let out a loud moaning squeal… and then drew in a sharp breath to see innocent Flag Girl staring back at her from atop her dresser, also bound and helpless.  Her sidekick squirmed helplessly no more than a few feet away from her open panty drawer… her shocked young eyes sliding back and forth repeatedly between the scene of conquest arrayed before her, and the deep pile of toys her mistress had kept hidden from her within.  A lake of cum had spread from Lydia’s supple young hips out across the dresser, dripping in little waterfalls down its closed drawers.

Then, realization slowly dawning, shuddering Americana turned her face forward and gaped up at her pumping conqueror.  She hadn’t recognized him.  Until now.

“Oh…” she whispered, eyes wide, voice tremulous from the fury of his coitus.  “Oh, no…”

“Allow me to introduce myself, bitch,” he says.  “My name’s Python.  I’m a thief.  And I just stole your pussy!”

And jerking his shoulders up high, his entire body pressed sweetly against her buxom squirming curves, he slammed his dick as deep and hard into her as it would go, making her orgasm instantly.

“NO!” Americana squealed, bucking furiously and deliciously against her new master.  “Stop!  You, thief!  No, you CANNN’T do THIIIIIS to MEEEE-“  Her mind melted in mid word as her pussy squirted and climaxed furiously around his deep triumphant schlong.  Her eyes rolled together, and the mighty and invincible Ms. Americana became nought but a brainless cumming wreck on her enemy’s pumping cock.

Python continued to make sweet, victorious love to Ms. Americana for the next few hours.  He finished inside her several times.  While recovering between ejaculations he amused himself by pulling one after another of her bound comrades into bed with him and made them gently, obediently, and worshipfully suck his Queen-of-Justice-juice dripping cock.  Americana, sprawled in an exhausted wreck across her own bed, could but lie there and watch as her friends’ lips were wrapped one by one, trembling in wide-stretched awe, around their conqueror’s cock.  While Flag Girl’s lips were slurping deep around his thick and fully hardened shaft, a lounging and lazily grinning Python grabbed Americana’s phone, plopped it in front of her gasping downturned sex-sweat-drenched face, and told her to order up the finest food and wine from her kitchens to serve her master.  Americana gasped in shock… but looking up, she saw both of Python’s hands wrapped meaningfully around her blonde sidekick’s head, ready and able to choke her into ignominious death on his immense dick should the Queen of Justice refuse her riches to the gloating thief.  With a soft sighing voice she did as she was told.  Telling her servants to leave it outside her door, she then obediently fetched it and served it naked to her grinning conqueror, while he continued to get his shaft serviced deep and adoringly by her beloved ward’s obliviously threatened and succulently slurping teen head.

Finally, after enjoying a day of super-service from all of his four captives in Brenda’s palatial bedroom, Python gagged and blindfolded them and knocked them out with chloroform - all the naughty necessary toys stolen from Ms. Americana’s own panty drawer.

The heroines awoke again all in a row, on their knees beneath the night sky, cold wind whipping across their bound and helpless curves.  Looking around, they groaned to realize they were kneeling in the center of the very construction site in which they had all been tricked and stalked and defeated.  Python stood before them, smirking triumphantly, flanked by two expensive video cameras also stolen from Ms. Americana’s own mansion.  From his belt, four skimpy super-panties dangled as tiny, colorful trophies of conquest.  Between their decorative panties his cock hung out, half-hard and throbbing.  Despite how many times each of them has felt it pumping and rampaging within them in just the last night, the four super-heroines could not help but steal little awed, hungry glances at the simple, tremendous size of his gigantic dick.

“Ladies,” Python said down to them, gloating, reveling in his triumph.  “I am a thief.  Once I stole purses.  Then I stole your pussies.”  He stroked their little dangling bottoms, as they squirmed and moaned softly before him, his words driving home the simple humiliation of their defeat.

“Now,” he said, “I will steal you superheroines, yourselves.”

Stepping forward to stand over Got Gal, he reached down and grabbed hold of her mask.  Got Gal squirmed and moaned, buxom kneeling curves shaking beautifully between his legs, but ultimately could do nothing as her mask was peeled from her face.

“Who owns you now, Tanya O’Donnel?” he cooed to the famed reporter once her gasping gorgeous face was revealed, his dick swaying in front of her naked face.

“You do…” Got Gal gasped, and gave his penis a trembling kiss.  She pulled back with a gasp, and glared.  “You own me and I will obey you.  But I hate you.  I hate you!!!”  She gasped, shuddering.

Then, suddenly, her lips darted forward and, moaning, she gave his big penis a second sloppy, quivering kiss; deeper, longer and more submissive than her first.

Grinning, Python enjoyed her lips and then moved on to Flag Girl.  The little teen sweet-heart breathed hard and fast as her mask was pulled away, and looking up with shining eyes, used her naked face to kiss his dick before he could even ask.

“Ah…” he sighed, grinning smugly as her luscious lips suckled adoringly at his glans.  “Lydia Wills, ward of Brenda Wade… who has stolen you, now?”

“You have,” Flag Girl sighed, lips so close they still tickled at his cock as she talked.  “You’ve stolen me…”  She gave him another quick, trembling kiss then pulled back, breathing hard, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks.  “You’ve stolen me, my pussy… and my heart.  I… I love you…”

Python laughed and the superheroines moaned in shock as Lydia gave her new heart-throb a slow, quivering, deeply blushing kiss.  Got Gal seemed particularly stricken, face agape with horror as she stared at the cock-kissing teen… her hate-declaring lips trembling almost as if they wished they could go back and change their answer.

“Love me?” Python laughed, even as the adoring teen gave him sweet and reverent licks with her tongue.  “But all I do is fuck you and treat you like dirt!”

“Yes.  That’s why I love you…” Lydia whispered, looking up earnestly into his smirking face… and gave him her sweetest, longest, and most plaintively servile kiss yet.

Grinning, Python silently accepted the kiss, and then moved on without a word to Texas Star.  She shivered and gasped as her mask was pulled away… then blushed softly as she looked up at him, beautiful face naked and exposed.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.

Texas Star gasps, huge breasts sloshing in shock.  “I… I am Ms.,” she started so say, her bare fleshy curves sliding forward upon her knees almost like a creature upon a romance novel cover attempting to wrap herself around the leg of her suitor…when, gorgeous eyes spreading wide, she suddenly felt her lips get silenced by the press of his huge, hard cock against their pliant pink surfaces.

 “I don’t give a shit who you are,” Python laughed down at her.  “Cause all you are now is my slutty cow.  Do you disagree, Texas Bitch?”

She gasped.  Blue eyes shining up at him from beneath her trademark hat, she turned her head until his huge cock was nuzzling her lovely cheek.  “You… you own me…” she sighed, her gorgeous cheek caressing softly along his huge throbbing shaft as the other heroines stared.  Sliding along it back to the tip, she stared down upon his massive beast with wide quivering eyes, her luscious lips quivering in anticipation just above its tip.  “You… you did not need my name to own me, master.  You already did.”  She blushed deeply, squirming, then with a gasp went on.  “I neither love you,  nor hate you… I… I just can’t stop my pussy from creaming every time I see your dick!  I am yours… for the price of one fuck I am yours…”  And unable to continue, instead of kissing him, Texas Star wrapped her lips bodily around the first few inches of the grinning thief’s penis and gave him a slow, slurping, and utterly subjugated suck.

Grinning, Python enjoyed a few luscious slurps from the conquered cowgirl, then yanked her off, shoved her gasping naked body dismissively aside, and moved on.  Finally, dick bearing the lipstick and saliva of each of her three friends, Python swaggered up to stand at last before Ms. Americana.  Eyes sliding back and forth in horror between his dick and his eyes, Americana squirmed.

“You already know who I am,” Ms. Americana said.  “You… you don’t need to unmask me!”

“Prove it,” Python purred, and took a step back.

Americana gasped.  She bit her lips, eyes darting back and forth between his face and his penis, behind her mask.  Then, with a moan, with the cameras watching and her famous mask still in place she lunged forward, hungry lips seeking desperately for his cock.  He laughed and pulled back, and she moaned as she ended up crouched on all fours before her gaping comrades, juices leaking in rivers from her naked pussy and eyes gaping up in disbelief at the massive looming schlong she has just been denied.

“Say it first,” he laughed, shaking his dick, teasing her with it.

“Oh, Goddess,” Ms. Americana moaned, staring at his huge swaying bulk with wide, stunned, desperate eyes.  Her head followed it as if enthralled.  “I… acknowledge your power,” the Queen of Justice slowly whispered directly to her enemy’s dick.  “You can command me, and I will obey.  You are my master.”

She rose up, onto her knees.  Finding he finally did not deny her, she stumbled forward, buxom curves jiggling, and gave his dick a kiss.  Then she gasped, and gave it another, and another.

“Thanks, bitch,” he said, then without a word of warning, reached down and ripped away her mask mid-kiss.  “Now say it for real!”

“Oh God!” Brenda Wade wailed, gasping in shock with her face naked.  “You own me!”  She breathed deep, as the shock set in.  Staring at his dick, she slowly licked her lips.  “You’ve stolen me…” she whispered, as if in disbelief.  “Stolen me.  Stolen Brenda Wade.  Stolen Ms. Americana.  Stolen us body, and riches, and pussy, and… and mind.”  And with a tiny gasp, she wrapped her lips around her conquerer and, tears streaming from her eyes, shoved her gorgeous naked face as far up his immense shaft as she possibly could, until her quivering lips buried themselves in his filthy pubes. Her throat bulged, as did her tear-leaking eyes.   Then, moaning and squirming, beautiful bare head bobbing, she gave him the triumphantly cackling purse snatcher the deepest, hottest and most furious blowjob he’d gotten in the entirety of his triumphant night.

Python, being a thief, knew how to seize his conquests with subtlety.

Leaving a secretly helpless Brenda Wade as public figurehead of her company, he syphoned off just enough of her enormous wealth to live a life of permanent ease.  Buying up the construction site upon which he had fucked his way to glory, Python expanded the very lair in which his captives first knelt bound and cum-filled at his feet.  With Wade wealth to burn he turned it into a proper buried super-villain fortress, solely to have an appropriate place to fuck his humiliated yet helplessly eager property.  Flag Girl he kept permanently enchained at his feet, as adoring furnishing and insurance against his slaves’ betrayal. Not that he ever needed to worry… not a single moment did thoughts of him enter the humiliated adult heroines minds ever again, that were not accompanied by gushes of moisture within their conquered pussies. The other three continue to wear their super-heroine costumes… but knew that every second they spent inside them was but a loan, a way to keep their public egos high so it is all the more humiliating when they returned once more to their master’s lair, ritually stripped off their bikinis, and standing naked before him, begged him to please use his stolen property hard and well.

Summary:  A skilled sneak thief named Python gets trapped in an abandoned construction site with several heroines, and must take them down or go to jail.  He starts by ambushing Flag Girl, dragging her into the bushes, and then fucking her under the noses of her fellow heroines as they search and converse just outside.  Then he tricks Got Gal into going after a decoy, ambushes her, and steals her jewel.  Pulled into a closet, Got Gal is first forced to suck dick, then gets fucked… again, as her own allies panty-clad asses parade by outside.  Then Python lurs Texas Star into another trap using the bras and panties and recorded voices of her captured allies, making her desperately horny right before her whips down her panties, disarms her of her guns, and fucks her up into a little hidden culvert.  Finally, using the intel gained from his captives he invades Wade Manor itself and, after Brenda returns, stalks her, taunts her with a dirty phone call, and finally ambushes her in her own bed and fucks her into submission.  Chloroformed, the heroines wake back up kneeling before cameras on the same construction site where they were first taken down.  One by one, unmasked, they acknowledge the thief has stolen them permanently… with kisses and slurps placed on his penis.