DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

 

Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Milk Man, Dragon Queen and the other Delta City heroines and villains are the creations of Mr. X.  I just tossed them in together and recorded the mischief they got themselves into.

 

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MS AMERICANA: THE CURE

By Thom Gall

 

          Milk Man smiled as Dragon Queen walked into the room, leading an extremely beautiful and shapely Asian woman on a leash and collar.  He paused to smooth his expensive Armani suit, then stepped forward to greet his fellow criminal mastermind.

          "A pleasure to finally meet you, Dragon Queen," Milk Man said, extending his large hand.  He was large man, over six foot five, but with shoulder length prematurely graying hair.  He was only thirty-five, after all.  "I've admired your work for years.  I especially enjoyed the insidious things you've done to super heroines around the world."

          "I'm very pleased to meet you, too, Milk Man," Dragon Queen said in her sexy Asian accent.  Her accent was hard to place.  He understood that, since she moved around a lot.  She looked more Chinese, but he'd heard she was Thai, Korean, Japanese and Mongolian from different sources.  But for his purposes it didn't matter.  "I will admit, I've enjoyed seeing your success in capturing and milking those smug super heroines, too."

          Speaking of super heroines, he couldn't help but notice she possessed a spectacular body, too.  She was tall and shapely, with large, pronounced breasts she could barely contain.  His mouth watered just thinking about how much milk a pair like that could produce.  Her gorgeous body was tightly sheathed in a long "Chinese" red silk dress with golden tiger designs and a high Mandarin collar.

          To keep from staring Milk Man turned his attention to her "pet."  The beautiful Asian babe wasn't quite as tall as Dragon Queen, but just as shapely.  She had long dark hair and dark eyes, and her shapely body was far from covered by the blue corset, black hose and blue pumps she wore.  The corset didn't cover her sweet rack at all, allowing her fat tits to bounce and jostle as she walked.  She was carrying a silvery briefcase for her mistress.

          "A rare beauty, indeed," Milk Man said, indicating the slave girl.

          "Humph," Dragon Queen grunted contemptuously.  She jerked the leash, and her slave dropped to her knees obediently.  "I guess Azure Angel is sort of pretty, in a slutty super heroine sort of way.  If you like that type."

          "I do," he said.  Reaching down, he cupped her swollen tits.  The skin was extremely taut and her tits seemed overfull and rode high and proud.  He gave both tits firm squeezes, and twin jets of milk shot out.  "I see you have given the new drug to her."

          "She's an Aphrodite girl," Dragon Queen sneered down at the fallen super heroine.  "My guinea pig."  She tugged on the leash.  "Give him the case, Azure Slave."

          "Yes, Mistress," Azure Angel said, and handed the silvery steel briefcase to Milk Man.

          Milk Man had commissioned the evil scientist to find a drug to make JUST women with the Aphrodite gene start to lactate at a furious rate.  The milk of Aphrodite women was special, and that is what he needed.  And he wanted a lot of them to supply him with milk.

          "Ah, yes, the drug of my heart's desire," Milk Man said, eyes twinkling evilly.  He set the case on a table and eagerly opened it.  Inside was a bottle of dark brown glass and an aerosol can.  "Aerosol?"

          "Ah, that is something extra I added," Dragon Queen said, smiling smugly.  "In case a super heroine makes it to you."  She patted Azure Angel's head.  "That's how I gave Azure Twit her first dose.  It worked immediately, and perfectly.  Just look at her."

          "Yes, I love those big fat, milk filled tits," Milk Man said, licking his lips hungrily.  Then back to business.  "One bottle?  How am I to deliver my drug though the city's water supply with just one bottle?  It is that potent?"

          "Almost that potent," Dragon Queen said, smiling.  "But no, one bottle per water tower, per week.  Just to start them off.  Then I have a trailer of the drug in time release solid form, to use at the water purification plant that supplies the whole city.  That will keep the Aphrodite whores oversexed and lactating for as long as you want."

          "Oversexed?" he said.

          "Yes," she said, looking supremely pleased with herself.  "An unfortunate side effect is that the drug makes them extremely horny.  Painfully needy."

          "You mean it turns them into nymphomaniacs?"

          "Worse."

          "Ouch, Ms Americana is going to LOVE that," Milk Man laughed.  "Her strength is dependant of being chaste."

          They shared a heart felt laugh at that thought.

          "The rest of the drug is outside in a semi-tractor/trailer rig," Dragon Queen said, as he lifted both the bottle and aerosol can from the briefcase.  "I just need you to transfer the agreed upon funds to this numbered account."  She handed him a long number on a piece of paper.  Then she dangled a set of keys before him.  "Then I'll give you the keys to that truck."

          Milk Man opened the bottle and took a sniff.

          "The fumes don't affect men at all, right?"

          "No.  Men aren't affected at all, and neither are normal women," she said.  "Though there is no odor, the fumes will affect women with the Aphrodite gene, though not as profoundly as ingesting it.  The aerosol version does have a little something extra in it."

          "Extra?"

          "Yes, it is more concentrated, more powerful.  And I added Bliss, to take them out fast and horny," she said.  "My drug will make their tits start to lactate within a minute after you spray a super heroine."

          "Like this?" Milk Man said, and sprayed Dragon Queen straight in the face.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Dragon Queen cried, dropping to her knees at his feet, a monster climax ripping through her shapely body.

          He sprayed Azure Angel.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Oh yes!" she cried.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!  Oh, do it again, master!"

          Instead, he grinned at Dragon Queen.  The gorgeous Asian scientist was on her knees panting, eyes wide in disbelief.  He sprayed her again.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Aaaaaaiiiiiiieee!" she cried.  "Oh no - Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

          Milk Man noticed her tits were starting to strain at her tight dress.  He reached down and ripped it open, exposing her lacy red bra.  Her sweet tits were already beginning to bulge out of the bra.  He ripped that off her body, watching her milk engorged tits jiggle and jounce.  Then, without thought, Dragon Queen groaned miserably and reached up to grab her tits on both sides.

          "Oh, they hurt so much," she moaned, then squeezed them together.  Hard.  Milk sprayed out.  Milk Man dropped to his knees before her and grabbed her tits.  Squeezing them, he sprayed himself in he face with her hot milk.  Then he sucked in a hypersensitive nipple and began to suckle.  Dragon Queen arched her back, reached down and hiked up her slit skirt, found her clit and began to rub furiously.  "Oh, yes!  Yes! Yes!"

          Milk Man groaned in abject pleasure as he sated his thirst on Dragon Queen's delicious milk.  Then he stood up, unzipped and offered his cock up.  Both Dragon Queen and Azure Angel reached for it.  He watched in pure pleasure as Dragon Queen's shimmering red lips wrapped around the head of his cock, then started to slide down the long shaft.  Meanwhile, Azure Angel's full red lips wrapped around his right ball and began to suck.

          "Yes, this is going to work better than I thought," Milk Man said.  He smiled as he noticed milk dripping from both women's nipples, dribbling down their taut bellies, dripping off her jiggling tits.  A more beautiful sight he couldn't imagine.  "Yes, much better than I ever dared to dream.  Soon, all of Delta City's Aphrodite women will be MINE!"

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          The Queen of Justice grimaced and groaned.  She was in full patriotic costume, expect for her top.  The topless super heroine leaned against the wall, deep inside her secret Americana chamber hidden within Wade Manor.  Her eyes were closed and she panted, as a chugging milking machine relieved the pressure on her mammoth tits.

          "Uuuuuggghhhh," Ms Americana groaned wantonly, red gloved hands rubbing and caressing her beloved tits lovingly.

          "Oh Goddess forgive me!" Lydia cried across the room.  She was seated in a straight back chair, only wearing her boots, mask and gloves and also getting milked.  Unlike her super heroine mentor, Flag Girl was furiously rubbing her aching, needy cunt with blue gloved hands.  "I need a man so bad it hurts."

          Baby blues popping open, Ms Americana spotted her sexy protégé masturbating.  Again.  She cupped her own pubic mound through her thin red, white and blue satin of her bottoms.  The statuesque super heroine SO wanted to masturbate.  So badly NEEDED to masturbate.  But she was better than that.  She was a superior woman.

          "Stop Lydia," Ms Americana said, removing her own hands from her shapely body.  She opened her closed her fists, feeling helpless for a second.  "You have to stop.  We both know that as soon as we 'relieve' ourselves, we'll be lost.  Sex is our Achilles' Heel.  We must not, we CANNOT allow ourselves even a moment of weakness."

          "I can't be chaste anymore," Lydia groaned.  Then with sheer willpower, she pulled her hand away from her slippery pussy.  "Oh Goddess, Brenda, what is wrong with us?  What is happening?"

          If wasn't just the two of them, either.  Speaking with the other super heroines, Ms Americana knew that they were all experiencing the same symptoms.  Of course, Green Spectre, Got Gal, Jungle Babe and the others could sate their animal needs without fear of losing super strength and endurance.  Ms Americana and Flag Girl were unique in that problem.

          Their "problem" was beginning to take its toll after three months of unending torture.  Champion Girl went missing a week back.  Two weeks before that, Spectre Girl's alter ego, Summer Morgan, threw it all away to take a job working in King Pimp's brothel, The Palace.  She swore it was the only way to relieve her burning needs.

          A few days before that, Got Chic was captured and taken away.  She was distracted by an especially attractive robber.  Got Gal swore she "allowed" him to capture her and take her away.  And, more tragic, Lady Midnight vanished six weeks back, after telling Ms Americana she MIGHT have a lead to their problem.  She was never heard from again.  But the very first to vanish was Azure Angel, more than three months back.

          At the moment, Ms Americana envied the other heroines.  Green Spectre and Got Gal could hook up the milking machines, then use a vibrator to relieve their sexual needs at the same time as the milking machine was relieving their swollen tits.  Afterwards, they could go out with relatively clear minds for a few hours.

          On top of all of that, many of the city's most powerful, most successful and influential women were vanishing without a trace.  Ms Americana now understood all of those women had the Aphrodite gene.  So she deduced that someone, somehow, was administering some insidious drug to them all, making them all horny, lactating nymphos.  She didn't know how they were dispersing the drug, but she was intent on finding out.

          "We have to hurry if we are to meet up with Got Gal and Green Spectre on time," Ms Americana said, powering off her milking machine, and then removing the suction cups from her erect, mega-sensitive nipples.  "The sooner we solve this case, the sooner we can get back to normal."

          The Queen of Justice got her 44DDs stuffed into the strapless, US Flag themed bikini top, with shiny gold trim.  She checked herself in the mirror, adjusted her tiara and mask, then caressed the shiny gold power belt resting comfortingly upon her well rounded hips.  With all of her pent up sexual frustrations, she'd never felt more powerful.  The power belt was fueled by her sexual frustrations.

          Once Flag Girl was ready, they took the secret elevator down to the secret garage.  Taking one of many Americana Mobiles, they quickly left for their rendezvous with the other super heroines.

          They met up with the other two super heroines in downtown Delta City, near Wade Towers.  Green Spectre arrived first in her Spectre Mobile.  The gorgeous blonde wore her mask, dark green bustier top, green bottoms, black opera gloves and black boots.  A utility belt encircled her narrow waist, resting upon flaring hips.  While they waited for Got Gal, the super sexy super heroine paced restlessly, clearly upset over her daughter's decision to become a hooker.  It was her hope Summer would come to her senses once they stopped the vile villain doing whatever it was to them.

          "Maybe if you two spoke with Summer she'd leave the Palace and come home," Green Spectre suddenly said, looking hopeful.

          "No," Ms Americana said, shamefaced.  "In our delicate conditions, Summer would more likely lure us into prostitution.  I can barely handle seeing people kissing, much less be around manipulative pimps and all that sex.  Flag Girl and I would both be goners within five minutes."

          "Yes," Flag Girl said.  "I so envy Summer right now.  I wish I had made that decision, and it is so humiliating to know I'm that bad off.  Only Ms Americana's strength and determination have kept me on the straight and narrow so far."

          "And if I didn't have Lydia to keep an eye on, to protect, then I might not have had enough wherewithal to keep myself safe," Ms Americana admitted.  "Going to Summer in a brothel is too dangerous for any of us right now."

          "I know.  I know," Green Spectre cried.  Without thought, she gave her own titanic tits a firm squeeze, then cupped her throbbing cunt as she bit her lower lip and shook her head woefully.  "I ache so badly.  I don't think I can take much more myself."

          "I won't last another week," Tanya O'Donnel said.  Got Gal's sexy alter ego stood before them in a white designer suit, with short skirt and sky high stiletto sandals.  "But I may have a clue.  I have to pursue it as Tanya O'Donnel, ace report, though."

          "You know who is responsible?" Ms Americana said, suddenly interested.

          "Maybe," Tanya said, using one hand to push silky blonde hair back out of her gorgeous face.  "My source said the person that created the drug that is making us lactate and horny all the time, is none other than Dragon Queen."

          "Oh, that bitch!" Green Spectre cried.

          "Its worse," Tanya said, grime-faced.  "She created the drug for Milk Man, who is ultimately the one that is attacking us so insidiously."

          "They found a drug that would only target super heroines?" Flag Girl said, confused.  "How?"

          "Easy," Ms Americana said.  "All super heroines have the Aphrodite gene.  All Dragon Queen had to do was create a designer drug tailored made to attack any woman with that gene.  A lot of non-super heroines would be affected, but I sure she doesn't care."

          "But she WOULD get all of us, and that is all she cared about," Tanya said with disgust.

          "Will you be able to handle yourself around Milk Man?" Green Spectre asked.  "I mean, in your condition."

          "Oh, I'm just trying to track down the source of a new 'super milk,'" Got Gal said.  She didn't mention it, but she suspected that they understood she'd ensure she was thoroughly fucked before leaving to meet them.  Fucked by five very lucky and happy frat boys she had seduced earlier.  "Once I learn that, it'll be Got Gal time, and I'll put an end to his evil ways."

          "Don't go after Milk Man alone," Ms Americana said.  "I'm afraid that is what Lady Midnight tried to do, and she might very well be one of the 'sources' of Milk Man's super milk products."

          "Yes," Flag Girl said.  "That may be what happened to Azure Angel, Champion Girl and some of the other missing women."

          "Yes, you're right.  I'll send out an alert when I learn where Milk Man, or Dragon Queen, is located.  We can all meet here, and then go after them," Tanya said.  "Good enough?"

          The others nodded.  Without further ado, the sexy, statuesque blonde spun on a heel and marched off.  Ms Americana watched her go with growing dread.  If they didn't find Milk Man soon, or find Dragon Queen and force a cure for their condition out of her, then they were all doomed.  Delta City would be denuded of super heroines, and the criminals would run roughshod over the city.

          "Come, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said, heading for her car.  "What are your plans, Green Spectre?"

          'I think I am going to find all of my informants, and try to get something out of them about this," she said.  "Someone has to know something."

          "Good idea," Ms Americana said.  "We'll check our informants, too."  She pointed to her choker, and the gold star on a red disk there.  It was a new thing they all had now -- each heroine with her own emblem represented there -- a secure radio network to contact each other with.  Of course, it only worked when they were wearing their costumes.  "We'll keep each other updated through the super heroine network."

          Green Spectre watched the sexy super duo leave.  Then she headed for Sugar Town, and her best informant.  If anyone knew something, it would be Fast Freddie Franks.  He had a shoe shine stand on Cummins and took care of some of the biggest pimps and pushers on that side of Sugar Town.

          As expected, Fast Freddie was hard at work at his stand.  He had two chairs, and each was occupied for a garishly attired pimp.  She parked her car in a dark alley nearby, then moved up stealthily to watch and wait.  Fast Freddie was a tall, lanky man, with a mop of dirty blonde hair, grey eyes and buck teeth.  He acted as if he was mentally challenged but it was a ruse.  He was very bright.

          After a few minutes of impatient waiting, she began to think about Summer spreading her legs for the fun and profit of a man like the two sleazy pimps Fast Freddie was helping.  The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, until she lost all semblance of rationality.  Fuming, Green Spectre stomped out of the alley to confront the two pimps.

          "I thought I told you two punks to get out of Delta City," Green Spectre growled, hazel eyes ablaze, hands on hips and striking an aggressive super heroine pose.  "Looks like you are begging for a beaten.  And I'm just the woman to give it to you, too."

          "Wow, that's something you don't see too much of lately, Kid," Lord Pleasure said casually.  He was a tall Asian pimp, real name Richard Ho, and one of the top pimps in Sugar Town, too.  He was almost too handsome to be considered to be masculine, but he was known to be a brutal, strict task master to his whores.  "What with all the superior women and super heroines being incapacitated by Dragon Queen and Milk Man and all."

          "I know, my man.  But I could use a super horny super heroine working for me," Kid Rotten said.  He was a tall white man, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, ratty goatee and lanky body.  "She looks almost as aroused as she is angry."

          "A sweet thing, indeed," Lord Pleasure agreed, as they both looked her up and down with growing lust and mercenary glint in their cold eyes.

          Both pimps were similarly attired.  Lord Pleasure was decked out in lavender velvet, with a matching furry, wide-brimmed hat and long feather.  Kid Rotten was dressed in a deep purple silk suit and matching bowler hat.  Both men were dripping it diamond and gold bling-bling.  And both were sipping wine from gaudy, rhinestone encrusted pimp cups.

          Green Spectre grimaced, clenching her jaw tight.  Their unabashed admiration of her body was hitting her below the belt.  Literally.  Her libido was fully aroused, butterflies on steroids exploding deep in her belly.  Her chest and throat tightened, and she realized she was starting to pant in her need to breathe.

          <I should've gotten myself banged good before confronting them,> the sexy green attired super heroine thought.  <I can't hesitate.  If I don't take them out fast, I'm a goner.>

          "I've had enough of your foul stench, boys," Green Spectre said, hazel eyes narrowing dangerously.  "Prepare to get your asses kicked, and kicked good."

          They just smiled and nodded.  That infuriated her even more.  But before she could move on them, two men came up behind the sexy super heroine.  Each grabbed an arm and held on tight.  She struggled, screaming in rage.

          "Let go, you stinking morons," she cried, unable to break free.

          Then two men pressed up against her, front and back.  Kid was pressed up against her from the front, with Lord Pleasure behind her.  Kid cupped her beautiful, masked face in both hands.  Green Spectre froze, wild-eyed.  Her libido reasserted itself then, reminding her of her precarious condition.  A condition the two pimps knew too much about, too.

          "Don't touch me!" Green Spectre cried, feeling Lord Pleasure's firm touch atop her green costume bottoms.  He caressed her super sensitive pussy through the fabric, sucking the breath out of her lungs.  'Oooh, please don't."  She closed her eyes, full lips slightly parted in a breathy sigh and tensed her spectacular body.  "I can't…I….I'm so…vulnerable."

          "I know," Kid said.

          Hazel eyes popped open as she felt him tilt her head.  He tilted her head the other way, and kissed her firmly, passionately.  The sexy super heroine's eyes crossed from the unexpected pleasure, then they rolled up as she started to unconsciously return the kiss.

          "Uuummmmgghhh," Green Spectre groaned wantonly.  She felt Lord Pleasure's fingers slip up under her skimpy bottoms, and begin to caress her sopping wet nether lips.  "Mmmmmm."

          "This bitch is primed for fucking," Lord Pleasure laughed.  He curled a finger between her nether lips, penetrating to the slippery slit beneath.  The beautiful blonde super heroine's back arched and she rose up another inch on her booted tiptoes.  His left hand reached up and around, then yanked Green Spectre's top down.  Her titanic tits popped out, jiggling.  "That's better."

          "Uuummgggh," Green Spectre groaned.

          She understood they were taking her down effortlessly.  She felt her face heat up, afraid she'd go down in history as the easiest super heroine capture ever.  Lord Pleasure started caressing her tits as he found her clit, while Kid's lips sliding all over hers was too sweet, too erotic, and she knew instantly she would not get away.  Within a few minutes, she doubted she would WANT to escape.

          "You belong to us now," Kid said, releasing her lips.  He lifted a tit, and sucked in a super sensitive nipple.

          "Oh! My!  Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Green Spectre cried, head thrown back and body completely consumed in erotic fire at the first of many climaxes consumed her statuesque body.

          Lord Pleasure, laughing, pulled her bottoms down around her booted ankles.  Then the sexy super heroine stepped out of them without prompting, only to have Kid grab her right leg above the knee and lift it high.  That opened up her pussy to him, and before she knew it the hated pimp was pushing his ten inch cock deep inside the sexy super heroine.

          "Uugghhhh!" Green Spectre grunted.  "Oh, too much.  I can't take much more."

          "Then you're going to LOVE this," Lord Pleasure said from behind into her ear.  "Super heroines usually really LOVE anal."

          Green Spectre's hazel eyes went wide as the Asian pimp's cock impaled her sphincter.  Her super sexy, statuesque body was already afire with sexual need and desire, and now she was being fucked front and back.  She felt so weak, so vulnerable, after that last orgasm.  It almost overwhelmed her willpower.  Another climax like that and the vivacious vigilante knew she'd be tamed, and shortly after that become a working prostitute.

          "I must…be strong," she groaned.

          But the two pimps were pounding the hell out of her, front and back.  That liquid fire was all but consuming her from the inside out.  Then Lord Pleasure forced her face around, and he claimed her full, firm lips in a passionate kiss.  It was too much for the hapless heroine.

          "Mmmmmmmm!" she groaned, then the orgasm exploded deep within, and rolled over her like a tidal wave of pleasure.  "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!  Oh Goddess, I am TAMED!  I am TAMED!  I am doomed."

          While Green Spectre was getting every orifice of her gorgeous body reamed out by a pair of oversexed, overexcited pimps, across Delta City in another, smaller red light district Ms Americana and Flag Girl were cruising down the main drag there looking for their favorite informant.  This area was best known for drugs, with a few crack whores working to feed their demons.

          "There she is," Flag Girl said.

          "Ah, finally," Ms Americana said.  Then she spotted something else.  "Great Liberty, a liquor store robbery going down."

          "Oh, yes!  Just what I need to take my mind of my libido," Flag Girl said, grinning fiercely, blue eyes atwinkle.  "It's butt kicking time, Ms A."

          "Yes it is, my pretty protégé," The Queen of Justice said, also happy to have a chance to kick some serious butt.  Her frustrations were not all sexual.  "I think we can take them out easily and quickly, and still talk to the informant."

          "Oh, let me," Flag Girl said.  "Please, let be the lead heroine this time.  Please."

          "This is not the time…."

          "Please!  I can do it.  I NEED to do it, Ms A," Flag Girl begged.  She looked again.  "There's only two of them, after all.  Young street thugs.  Easy pickings."

          Ms Americana knew she was being weak due to her delicate condition.  But a pair of common robbers was well within any heroine's ability.  With her power belt at full strength, Flag Girl was the equal to any five strong men.  Like she said, easy pickings.

          "Okay, Flag Girl, you can have this one," Ms Americana said with a grin.  "I'll back you up in back, to make sure none of them escape."

          "Wahoo!"

          "All right, give me a couple minutes to get into position in back," Ms Americana said, shaking her head with a grin.  This was probably just what Flag Girl needed.  "I'll wait a couple minutes more, then come in from the back."

          "They'll all be wrapped up like Christmas presents by then, Ms A," Flag Girl said, back to her old perky self.

          The Queen of Justice got out of her car and hurried around back.  Flag Girl was too impetuous to wait very long.  It would be too embarrassing if one or more of them escaped out the back before she got into position.  But once back there she spotted two things.  One -- the robbers' get away car was parked outside the back door.  No driver.  And two -- some homeless bums had taken up residence in the alley behind the liquor store, and had started a fire next to a pile of empty cardboard boxes.

          "You fools!" Ms Americana cried, rushing over to start stomping out the fire.  "Do you know how many buildings have been burned down by homeless people in the last two months by just such stupidity?  Seven, that's how many.  Idiot men."

          The homeless men jumped back and gawked at the sexy super heroine.  Open mouthed, they just stared.  No homeless man was afraid of a super heroine.  Those sexy crusaders against crime had no reason to attack them.  They all knew they were safe, too.

          "Such….stupidity….I swear," Ms Americana was saying, stomping around on every little ember.

          Then, after the last ember was out, she gave the hapless bums a withering look.  But before she could scold them properly for their negligence, a vaguely familiar, strangely enticing sound came to her.  Glancing over her shoulder, to behind the dumpster, she spotted a couple…well, coupling.  Both the man and woman looked to be in their forties, bedraggled and unkempt.  You know, homeless looking.

          "What are you doing?" Ms Americana cried, aghast.  The sight of his naked butt rising and falling between her widespread legs was like a punch in the gut.  The air was sucked from her shapely body, and butterflies erupted deep in her belly.  She felt that too familiar of late urge, need, YEARNING come fully alive within her heart and soul.  "It's illegal to fornicate in public.  Stop that!"

          They just grunted.  Did not stop.  Worse, the other homeless men looked at them longingly, then at Ms Americana's luscious body.  She noticed, and that stoked her fiery libido even more.  Her throat tightened and she unconsciously reached up and pushed her 44DDs together.  She felt milk squirt and start to puddle in her breast cups.

          "Ooh, look at that.  Ms Americana is dripping milk," one bum said.

          "Oh my God, Jeremiah is right!" another said.

          <They noticed!  Great Liberty, what is happening to me?> she thought, unable to suppress the wanton groan of pleasure she felt at squeezing her tits together…again.  That sexy flow of milk excited her already hyper-sensitive nipples even further, and that made her heart start to pound.  "I-I can't stay.  I'm too weak, too horny….ugh."

          "Really?" Jeremiah said, and unzipped before her.  He pulled out his cock and gave it a squeeze as he looked her legendary beauty over with the hungriest look she'd ever seen.  "You want some of this?"

          Jeremiah was a tall, skinny black man with a distended belly and thick steel grey hair and beard.  He looked filthy, smelled like a garbage dump and when he smiled she noticed most of his teeth were missing, and the remainder all yellow.  Ms Americana guessed his age around seventy.

          "Yes…NO!" she cried, shaking her head in a vain attempt to clear those terribly wicked thoughts running through her fertile, oversexed mind.  It wasn't working.  "Some evil force has drugged me, drugged all of the super heroines….making us weak, horny….must fight the urges."

          A large, dirty hand began to caress her shapely butt lovingly.  The homeless man moved up to her left.  His other hand started caressing her rock hard abs.  The sexy super heroine gasped, but before she could get her suddenly befuddled mind moving, another bum moved up to her right, and ran his fingers through her long, silky black hair.

          "Mmmmmm," she groaned, eyes closing.  "Must…stop….my reputation…stainless."

          Jeremiah stepped up in front of her, reached up and unfastened her top between her titanic tits.  The hapless and helpless heroine just watched open mouthed as that nasty, dirty bum lowered his unshaven face to her breasts, and sucked in an erect nipple.  She felt milk flow as he sucked on her hard, and began to roughly fondle her tits with both hands.

          "Not right," she groaned weakly.  "Must be strong."

          The hand rubbing her belly dropped lower, slipped beneath her red, white and blue bottoms and found her close-cropped, bikini waxed pussy.  Her back arched and she groaned long and low as his fingers rubbed her super sensitive nether lips, then pushed a finger between them.

          "Uuuuugghh," Ms Americana groaned.  Her traitorous body instantly changed from the butterflies to liquid heat.  At that point the Queen of Justice KNEW her orgasm was coming, and no stopping it.  Dragon Queen's insidious drug owned her at that time, utterly and completely.  Indeed, she didn't want to stop it.  Ms Americana stopped fighting it at that time.  "So good.  Mmmm, yes.  Higher.  Oh, higher.  Right there!  Yes!  Yes!"

          Ms Americana's statuesque body tensed up, back arched dramatically as the three homeless men worked her over good.  But all she could think of was that incredible mouth on her nipple and that wonderful finger rubbing her clit.  That threatening climax built up fast, growing into something wonderful and scary.  Then within a minute she hit that point of no return, and just let it go.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" the sexy super heroine cried as the orgasm consumed her body, mind and soul.  "Great Liberty, I've been tamed."

          "Dammit, I can't wait," Jeremiah said, releasing her nipple.  "Pull off her panties and lay her down."

          Wide-eyed and gasping, Ms Americana didn't resist as they pulled off her bottoms and lowered her to the concrete.  Without prompting, the sexy super heroine spread her mile long, red booted legs wide.  She looked up as Jeremiah stepped between her legs and dropped his pants, exposing his ten inch cock.  Her knees rose up, and spread very wide for him, baby blues locked on that erect cock as her mouth watered and her twat quivered with excitement.  She felt her dripping wet nether lips spread wide, too, exposing her hot, quaking slit.  As he knelt and grabbed his cock to guide it into her, the Queen of Justice lifted her butt off the ground and pressed towards him.

          "Damn, this super bimbo is horny as all Hell," Jeremiah said, and laughed.  He reached down and caressed her eager, bikini waxed cunt.  "And wet."  Then he guided his thick black dick to her pussy, paused just long enough to lock eyes with Ms Americana, then pushed.  "Oh, so tight."

          The vivacious vigilante vixen groaned long and deep throated as his cock pushed deeper and deeper, spreading the sexy super heroine's little used cunt wider and wider.  Her eyes rolled up into her head as her red gloves hands clutched at Jeremiah's waist and her back arched.

          "Oh, yes," Ms Americana gasped.  She ground her pussy into his cock with each deep thrust.  "Yes.  Yes.  Yes."

          The other two homeless men knelt to either side of the statuesque super heroine, and each took a titanic tit in hand and mouth.  They squeezed and caressed and licked her milk-soaked tits while Jeremiah started to bang her pussy hard.  She felt milk squirt out of both tits, making the two men cry out in surprise and pleasure, before they started sucking real hard on her nipples.  The feel of her mother's milk flowing into eager mouths, and a hard cock pounding her pussy with authority, sent the legendary chaste super heroine over the top again.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!  Ugh!  Oh, yes!  Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeee!" she cried.  Then a thick cock was shoved into her mouth.  "Mmmmmmmmmuugghh!"

          The Queen of Justice reached out to seize the cocks of the men suckling her tits, and started giving them hand jobs as she sucked cock, and got fucked stupid.  The thought occurred to her befuddled mind that she had finally found Heaven on Earth.

          Meanwhile out front, Flag Girl figured it had been more than enough time for Ms Americana to setup in back.  So she took a deep breath, grinned wickedly, and marched into the store through the front doors.  The two robbers at the counter just turned and gawked at her.  Dumbfounded.

          "Hiya boys," Flag Girl said all sassy, sexy.  "What's the matter?  Never seen a superior woman before?"

          "You're Flag Girl," one of the young men said.

          Both men looked to be in their early twenties, about six feet tall and leanly muscled.  One had dark brown hair, the other light brown, otherwise they looked like brothers.  They wore faded jeans and dirty t-shirts.

          "Duh," she said.  "Not the brightest candles on the cake, are you?"

          They weren't listening to her.  Both were staring at her tits.  Men!  Even in the middle of a crime, all they thought about was sex.  Then she noticed they both had painful looking hard-ons tenting their jeans.  That sight sucked her breath away.  She felt that too familiar yearning explode deep inside.

          <I'm such a WHORE!> she thought, miserable.  <Ms Americana would be so ashamed of me.  I'm so weak, and she's so strong.>

          "O-Okay b-boys…," she stammered, then had to swallow to loosen up her tight throat.  "Game's over."

          "Oh my God, look at how her nipples suddenly got hard," one of the robbers said, staring in delight at her large tits.  He started to rub his aching cock through his jeans.  Flag Girl gasped and stepped back, both blue gloved hands laid across her cleavage, which was exposed by the large circle cut in her costume top.  "Oh, you like that, slut?"

          "Yeah?  Then she'll LOVE this," the other said, and whipped out his cock.  "You want a piece of me, Flag Cunt?"

          "No…d-don't be ridiculous," she all but whispered hoarsely.  Then arms encircled her luscious body, hands grabbing her aching, swollen tits, from behind.  "What…?!"

          The newcomer squeezed her tits.  She felt milk flow through her nipples.  It felt GREAT.  She couldn't stop the groan of pleasure.  The other two robbers were on her in a flash, their bold hands all over her shapely young body.

          "Mmmmmph!" she groaned as one of them claimed her full red lips in a deep, demanding kiss.  The other young man reached up under her skirt and pulled her thong panties to the side, exposing her aching, throbbing pussy.  Two fingers plunged into her slippery snatch as a tongue pushed into her mouth.  Flag Girl began to suck on that tongue, "Mmmmmph."

          The gorgeous teenage beauty writhed within the grasp of the three robbers.  She didn't care when the man behind her pulled her top up to expose her 36Cs, now swollen up to 38Ds from so much milk.  That liquid heat searing her body and soul changed again, turning into that heady rush to climax.

          "Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, the orgasm consuming her mind and body.

          "Wow, look at this bitch go," one of the robbers said.

          "Yeah, she really loves getting it," another said.

          "Let's do her right," the third robber said.  "All at once."

          "What?" the first robber said.  "How?"

          "Easy," he said.

          The third robber, the one that came up behind Flag Girl, directed the other two and the sexy sidekick.  The first young man was laid out on his back, and the woozy, wobbly sidekick was maneuvered over him, and lowered down to be impaled upon his cock.

          "Uhhgggh," she groaned with hedonistic pleasure.  Then as she began to bounce up and down upon that cock with little prodding, the second robber was brought around behind her.  A second later his cock rammed up her butt.  "Yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeooooooow!"

          The last robber watched his cohorts in crime double fuck the sexy super heroine a long moment.  Long enough for her sweet blue eyes to cross and then she gave out a low, throaty moaning laugh of pleasure.  That was his cue to step up and stick his cock into Flag Girl's face.

          "Oh," Flag Girl said, eyeing the erect cock with interest.  She grabbed it with one hand, and wrapped her full red lips around it.  Seconds later her head was bobbing up and down that thick shaft.  "Mmmmmggguuuhhh."

          <Ms Americana will be so ashamed of me!> Flag Girl thought as three cocks plowed her fields with relish.  Her super shapely body was afire, teetering atop the precipice.  If she fell, it would be into total sexual bliss and pleasure, and that frightened her even in her hyper-horny state.  <I'm so weak.  I am such a raging WHORE, but it feels soo good, so right.>

          The robber below her began to maul her titanic tits with both hands.  Milk squirted out in thick streams with every squeeze.  Her ravishers all laughed and cried out in pleasure.  They redoubled their efforts fucking her, and that combined with the sheer pleasure her tits experienced as milk flowed pushed the hapless heroine over the top.

          "Mmmmmmgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, climaxing.

          "My God, she's starting to suck even harder!"

          "And she's humping both of us back twice as hard now!"

          "What a fucking whore."

          "Mmmmmmmmmmmgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, climaxing again.  Then the man in her butt came, filling her anally with hot cum.  "Uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!"  That orgasm got her cunt to quivering, and that caused the man below her to cream her pussy.  And that made her cum again.  "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggghhhhh!"

          "Yes!" number three cried, his cock spewing hot cum across her tongue.  He pulled out after the second squirt, then whacked off in Flag Girl's beautiful masked face.  Milky cum was soon covering that blue masked face, and dripping down on her fat tits.  "Cum running down her face is a beautiful sight."

          "Let's switch holes and fuck her again like that," the man below her suggested eagerly.

          "Not here," the third robber said.  "But we'll take her with us, and have a big fuck the slut party."

          Flag Girl was pulled to her feet.  She whimpered softly when the cocks were all pulled out of her helpless, hornier-than-Hell body.  Her power belt was pulled off and stuffed into a trash can.  Then they bound her wrists behind her back with her thong panties.

          "What are you going to do to me?" Flag Girl asked weakly.  She had to delay them.  Ms Americana would come charging in any second now.

          "We're going to fuck you too stupid to care, then sell you to a pimp we know for big bucks," the third robber said, giving her cum-splattered tits a squeeze.  "And then we'll be some of your best customers.  Ha-ha!"

          He grabbed her by one blonde pigtail and started leading her away.  Flag Girl whimpered again, feeling so terribly weak and pathetic.  What has happened to the once powerful and proud sidekick?  Like every other super heroine in Delta City, she'd become sex obsessed and weak.

          <I deserve to be a pimped out whore, working the filthy streets,> she thought miserably.  Then they did something unexpected.  Instead of leading her out the front door, and into white slavery, they headed to the back door and Ms Americana!

          Seconds later they all poured out the liquor store's back door.  The escape car was waiting next to the door.  But they were all brought up short by the sight before them.  Ms Americana was stripped down to boots, golden belt, gloves, mask and tiara.  The super sexy super heroine was bent over, knees straight and locked.  Her red gloved hands held an especially long cock while her full red lips slid up and down it.  Meanwhile, another man was behind her reaming out her shapely butt.  They could see cum dribbled across her dangling 44DDs and dripping down her inner thighs.

          Like Flag Girl, the Queen of Justice was thoroughly fucked.  And still getting fucked hard, too.

          "Wow!" the three robbers and Flag Girl all said in unison.

          Suddenly a spotlight lit up the scene.  The red and blue lights of a police car came on at the end of the alley, and the siren did that blip sound to get their attention.  Everyone froze.

          "Halt," came an authoritive voice over a loud speaker.

          The bums scattered instantly.  The young robbers raced to their car, jumped in and roared away.  They were so intent on escape, they forgot their ultimate prize - Flag Girl.  So within seconds Ms Americana and Flag Girl were alone in the alley, dripping in cum.  The cops that rushed down the alley to them actually looked amused, and very aroused.

          "Insult on top of injury," Ms Americana muttered in misery.

          At that time, across town, intrepid investigative report Tanya O'Donnel was meeting with a possible lead in a dark underground garage.  The man was tall and well muscled, but obviously wearing a fake beard and wig.  That wasn’t surprising.  Many of the people that gave her sensitive information about criminal activities feared their identities being revealed.

          "Good evening, Miss O'Donnel," he said from the shadows.

          "That's MS O'Donnel," she said.

          "Of course it is," he said just a bit contemptuously, as his intent eyes raked her statuesque body multiple times.  She noted his growing bulge between his legs with a suddenly tight throat.  "I forget, you are one of this new breed of SUPERIOR women."

          Tanya was sure she could fight the insidious drug that made her so terribly horny all the time, and swelled her enormous tits with milk.  After all, her pussy was still quivering from the gang bang she received twenty minutes earlier.  She didn't spend an hour and a half on her back atop a pool table while frat boys ran a train on her sweet puss for nothing.  Her titanic carnal needs were far from sated, but the edge was knocked off nicely.  It had better be enough, or else…

          "And you sound like one of the old breed of CHAVANISTIC pigs," she countered more hotly than she intended.  It was that damn "curse" on her, on all Aphrodite women at the moment.  How could she be attracted to HIM?  Just more reason to learn his secret, so she could stop the vile villain, Milk Man, doing that to her and the others.  "Can we skip the pleasantries and get straight to business, Mr. ….?"

          "By all means, Ms O'Donnel," he said, eyes glittering in the dim light as his gaze locked on her 44DDs.  Even the shamefully expensive, tailored suit jacket couldn't hide those puppies.  "Let's get down to business."

          "Good," Tanya said, sitting on the hood of a sports car.  It was low enough she could cross her mile long legs and still keep one foot on the ground.  With his pronounced bulge so close and obvious she needed to cross her legs just to help suppress her wanton thoughts and yearnings down there.  "First off, do you know Milk Man's Location?"

          "Yes."

          "Dragon Queen's?"

          "Oh, yes," he said, and laughed.  "She's currently one of Milk Man's milk cows, and his favorite piece of cock candy."

          "Cock Can….Ugh!  Could we please can the obscenities?  Keep it clean as possible," she said.  The frat boys had taken to calling her their "cock candy" of late.  She'd visited a dozen times since her "affliction," whenever she couldn't take it anymore, or needed her mind cleared of sexually obsessive thoughts.  His use of that hated phrase sucked the air from her lungs and made her heart thunder in her chest.  Her pussy began to excrete pussy juices, eager to begin another erotic session.  She paused to take a deep breath, eyes closed, thighs unconsciously rubbing together.  "I….just…just the location of Milk Dragon please."

          "Who?  Milk Dragon?  Is that your new name for Dragon Queen?  I like it!  Ha!" he said.

          Tanya frowned.  How did he get so close to her?  He started out a good ten feet away, now he was within reach of her hand.  Was she that distracted by her raging libido?  Was she losing her edge as a reporter?  <If I don't stop Milk Man fast, I'll end up one of his milk cows, or like Summer.  Ooh, the thought of working in a broth….ugh, can't think like that!>

          That vision of herself in sexy attire, spreading her shapely legs for one man after another in a seedy brothel sent her mind to reeling.  So wicked, so TEMPTING.  She laid her delicate, perfectly manicured hand across her bosom, over her pounding heart and tried desperately to think of something else.  Think of something that angered or disgusted her.

          "Is there a problem, Ms O'Donnel?"

          "N-No…I….I just had a thought…t-that's all," she stammered, feeling flush and tingly.  Crazed butterflies seemed to be raging throughout her shapely body, especially in her lower belly and pussy.  "The drug….it is a drug, right?"

          "Yes.  Dragon Queen created if just for Milk Man," he said.  He was right next to her, his arm around her shoulders.  "It is a powerful aphrodisiac, combined with a drug to make certain women lactate insanely."

          "Designed to attack only women with the Aphrodite gene, correct?" she asked hoarsely.

          "Yes.  Women like you, Miss Tanya O'Donnel," he said, smiling triumphantly.  "Designed to bring superior women to their knees.  Designed to especially bring super heroines to their knees, panting with overwhelming carnal needs, desires and yearnings.  The drug makes fat titted women like you, like Ms Americana and Got Gal and Lady Midnight, easy prey for evil men like Milk Man."

          He reached down and pulled the panting woman's jacket open.  She wore a tight, white silk tank top beneath the jacket.  No bra.  With her tits so sensitive, she avoided wearing anything that held them tightly.  Her aroused, erect nipples pushed out on the thin silk, looking pronounced and delicious.  The informant reached down and squeezed a nipple.

          "Uugghh," Tanya groaned.  Milk soaked her shirt there, dripping down her tit and then down her flat belly.

          Head rolling back, Tanya knew he'd pushed her too far.  She didn't have the emotional or physical wherewithal to stop him now.  The super sexy reporter was putty in his hands.

          "Who are you?" she asked weakly.

          "Me?  I'm Milk Man," he said, and pulled off his fake beard and wig.  "Surprise.  You found me, you incredible investigative reporter you.  But I win and you lose.  I get a new milk cow, and you get a story you'll never deliver."

          His hands started to squeeze her swollen tits, and rub her aching pussy.

          "Great Goddess of Got ……Mmmmmppphhh!" she cried, and was cut off by his passionate kiss. 

          Her world began to spin, and she felt herself starting to grind her cunt into his hand.  <This is so WRONG!> she thought, feeling the last shreds of her self-control slipping away.  <I can't believe I fell so easily.  So weak….feels so good…>

          He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, and Tanya began to suck on it.  After that, she had no more thoughts about her fate or sorry state.  All she wanted was to have fun.  She wanted her climaxes, plural.  Lots and lots of them.  And she would do anything asked of her to get them, too.

          As he ripped off her white thong panties, Tanya pulled her own tank top down to expose her 44DDs.  He released her full lips to suck in a nipple seeping milk.  When the milk began to flow she threw her head back and groaned wantonly, then laughed throatily.

          The vivacious blonde bombshell felt him maneuver her around to a spot he found easier to get to her pussy from.  Her shapely legs spread wide, short skirt riding up to expose her closely cropped triangle of blonde pubic hairs above a bubblegum pink pussy.  She was shiny wet from mid thighs to pussy.

          "Uuuuggghhh," Tanya grunted at Milk Man's huge cock penetrated her voluptuous body.  "Goddess, so….oh….my Goddess….Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

          When the orgasm hit, Tanya's fat tits exploded with twin gushers of milk.

          "Bingo!" Milk Man cried, and laughed.  "One sexy reporter tamed and claimed for the milk machines."

          Milk Man rammed his cock home for several minutes, watching the famous reporter's fierce will power melt as her body was ravaged by one mind-searing orgasm after another, leaving her jostling white tits soaked in hot milk.  Then he spun her around, shoved his rod up her ass and started violating her milky tits from behind as he reamed out her tight ass.

          Tanya panted and grunted, squealed and gasped.  She took every inch of him, and loved every second.  By the time Milk Man finally shot his wad up her butt, the once proud and haughty investigative report and secret super heroine, was a shattered woman and eager to please in every way imaginable.

          "Nighty-night, Tanya O'Donnel," Milk Man laughed as he pressed a chloroform clothe to her beautiful face.  She struggled briefly, then her statuesque body shuddered violently from another climax, and finally she went completely limp in his arms.  "Ah, the sweetest surrender.  Now, to get your big, fat, milk-swollen tits back to the milking barn and a milking machine hooked up."

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          Two weeks later:

          "How horrible!" Brenda Wade cried, throwing the newspaper down.  "They found Axanna Morgan turning tricks in Sugar Town.  Apparently TWO pimps are sharing her, alternating days."

          "Oh my Goddess!" Lydia said.  "And with Tanya missing, and presumably Milk Man's cow now, that leaves us the last two super heroines in Delta City."

          They were at the breakfast table in Wade Manor's kitchen.  Before coming down, both had applied their make up and donned silky robes that were so short their sexy garments failed to hide the fact nether woman was wearing anything underneath.  Both were also wearing matching stiletto heels.  Brenda wore all red, while Lydia wore all hot pink.

          "Do you think we should go rescue her tonight?" Lydia said, big blue eyes lighting up.

          "Are you crazy?" Brenda said.  She paused, had to swallow to loosen her suddenly tight throat.  "Since the liquor store incident, we've gone back out ten times.  And ten times we got our sexy butts nailed to the floor by those nasty miscreants."

          Even though their power belts were powered by pent up sexual frustrations, they could go out as Ms Americana and her sidekick, Flag Girl, just an hour after climaxing.  The drug that was bringing them low, also caused them to practically live in perpetual sexual hunger and need.  So their sexual frustrations built up super fast.  And, it appeared the more they fed their sexual hungers, the stronger and more insatiable those terrible needs and urges became.

          "I know," Lydia said, dreamy eyed and licking her full pink lips.

          "We're lucky to have escaped each time," Brenda said.  She indicated the newspaper.  "Axanna is being pimped out by Kid Rotten and Lord Pleasure.  If we went after her, those two would EASILY take us down, fuck us totally stupid and then put us to work side-by-side with Axanna."

          Lydia trembled violently.  "Yes.  I know."

          "Lydia!  Do you want to end up like Summer?  A whore for life?"

          "It's a thought," Lydia said, feeling her face heat up.  "I need so terribly, all the time.  I'm insatiable."  Without thought, the sexy nineteen year old's hand reached down to firmly stroke her burning, aching crotch, while the other reached up to roll an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger.  "Even with all the sex we're getting from criminals, and from each other at night, I can't keep my panties on."

          "What do you mean?"

          "I fucked the basketball team at the university," Lydia said shamefaced.  "Three times.  Every single one of them, one after another each time"  Her heart hammered at the memories, while she rubbed harder on her clit and her fingers pressed firmer as she continued to roll and pull on her excited nipple.  "The first time they just ran a long, long crazy train on me.  I'd never been fucked so long and hard in my life.  It was glorious.  I can't stop thinking about them.  I want it again, every day, five times a day."  Her body was changing, and that so loved liquid heat started deep in her loins.  "So the next time I invited them to a room I rented at the Royal Arms, and they all sat around and drank Champaign as they passed me around like a cheap whore.  I loved every second of it."

          "Great Liberty!  Yesterday?  Is that why you stayed over at school so long?"

          "Yes, I was getting gang banged yesterday, but that was the football team," Lydia said.  "Three days ago it was the basketball team.  And two days after the liquor store incident, I went to a strip club -- Juggies -- and fucked every man in that dark club that would have me.  I was there seven hours."  She smiled blissfully, so close to climax now.  "Not to mention the two times I gave myself to the boys in frat houses, and random quickies all around the university and town."  Her head rolled back and she bit her lower lip.  "I've turned into the ultimate whore."  Then it exploded deep inside.  "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

          "Not your fault," Brenda said breathlessly as she watched her sexy protégé and ward climaxing, her own libido stoked to almost unbearable heights by that erotic display of feminine self-love.  Then quieter, "Not my fault either."  She took a deep breath, and continued.  "I've been doing something similar.  Unfortunately.  I've fucked every member of the staff here."

          "Me, too," Lydia said.

          "I've also let the board of directors pass me around," Brenda said.  "Twice, and there is another board meeting Friday.  It'll happen again, I'm afraid.  They know I'm weak and cannot say no."  She licked full red lips.  "I've seduced every man that has even looked at me with interest, and most of them were married.  A few times I've thought I should just walk into the Palace and beg King Pimp to put me to work whoring."

          "Why haven't you?"

          "I know we are the victims of an insidious plot.  Somehow Milk Man has found a way to deliver a powerful aphrodisiac to super heroines.  Once we discover where he is and how he delivered the drug, then we can right this terrible wrong," Brenda said.  She stood up and stretched sensuously, enjoying the way lust filled her ward's beautiful face.  She thought the best thing to come out of the whole debacle was the creation of their intense sexual relationship.  That at least would survive after they took Milk Man down for the count.  "But first, I want you to eat me out like you did all night.  Let's go back to bed."

          "My pleasure," Lydia said, smiling wantonly.

          Brenda took Lydia by hand back up to her huge bed.  She lay back on that silk-sheeted bed, spread her mile long legs wide as her sexy protégé knelt between them and buried her face in perfumed crotch.  And then a very special cell phone started to ring.

          "Great Liberty, not now," Brenda cried, but reached for the phone.  Only the Police Commissioner and other super heroines had that number.  She answered with her deeper, more commanding Americana voice.  "Ms Americana here, how may I help you?"

          "Hello, Americana, Milk Man here," the deep male voice said.

          "Milk Man!  You fiend," she cried.  "I demand you turn yourself into authorities this instant."

          Surprise, surprise, he didn't mock and ridicule her.

          "Well, I was beginning to consider it," he said.

          "Huh?  What do you mean?  You are going to turn yourself in?"

          "I guess," he said sheepishly.  "I thought I'd turn myself over to you, since you are the last of this city's super heroines.  You and Flag Girl.  I thought it only proper since I took down all the rest with my drug, and have most of them here with me now."

          "To what do we owe this dramatic and unexpected change of heart?" she asked suspiciously.

          She reached down and cupped her extremely taut skinned, titanic tits.  They were so full of milk because of him that they ached.  She needed a milking BAD.  Lydia noticed, smiled, and sucked a nipple into her sweet mouth and started sucking hard and squeezing that tit harder.  Milk flowed in torrents into the beautiful nineteen year old babe's mouth.  Both women moaned.

          "I have to say, it was Green Spectre, or Axanna Morgan if you prefer, being reunited with her daughter this last evening," he said.

          "You have them both now?"

          "Yes, I bought them from their respective pimps," he said.  "Very expensive, but I thought worth it.  But their touching, tender reunion did something to me unexpected.  I…I suddenly regretted how I was destroying people's lives.  For what?  MILK?  I mean, what is my sick, perverted obsession with milk all about?  I need help, badly."

          "Yes you do," Ms Americana said, heart hammering due to a combination of Lydia's erotic activities and Milk Man's pending surrender.  They could go back to being normal again.  If there was an antidote, that is.  "Is there an antidote?"

          "Of course!" he said.  "I've already given it to the women I have here that I've been milking so insensitively."

          Brenda's mind flashed through all of the humiliations she'd endured since Milk Man drugged the Aphrodite women of Delta City.  She recalled every cock shoved into her pussy or butt, every dick that pumped her mouth.  The tastes of all of the men -- pimps, pushers, cops, board members, homeless men, pure strangers -- that she had fucked and/or sucked in the past weeks, months.  With the antidote, she and Lydia could reclaim their lives as superior women, totally in control of their lives, emotions and bodies.

          "I accept your surrender, Milk Man," Brenda said, unconsciously slipping back to her Brenda voice.  "Where can we find you and the captured women?"

          "I'm at the new Superior Milk Shop on Main Street," he said.

          Brenda just sat there frozen a long moment.  She'd seen that shop a dozen times.  In fact, she even knew it was new and everyone raved about their dairy products there.  But she never put two and two together.  Was her mind that addled by Milk Man's insidious lactating aphrodisiac drug?  Had it really turned her into the brainless bimbo people had accused her of being for years?  It was humiliating.

          "We'll be there in less than an hour, Milk Man," Brenda said, back in her Americana voice and angry.  "Don't go anywhere."

          "Mmmm, wazzup, babe," Lydia whispered, savoring the taste of Brenda's hot milk.

          "Snap out of it, Lydia," Brenda said, pushing her away.  "Milk Man wants to surrender to us.  He has the antidote to the drug destroying us so insidiously, turning us into brainless bimbo sluts with one-track minds."

          "I kind of like it," Lydia said.

          "Because you are crazed with a terrible drug," Brenda said, slipping out of bed.  "Get a grip on reality, girl.  It is time we reclaim our lives and rightful place in society."

          Lydia hesitated, glanced at the closet and then down at the bed.  "Afterwards, will we…?"

          "Still be lovers?"

          "Yes."

          "Of course!  Our new relationship is too great to surrender," Brenda said.  "But we'll have to be more careful with the orgasms."

          "Oh.  Shame," Lydia said, and grinned.  "We'll figure something out."

          "Yes we will, Sweetpuss," Brenda said, and kissed Lydia passionately.  Releasing her, she stepped back and hefted her swollen, aching tits.  "First thing, though, we have to get some milk relief.  To the milking machines!"

          Thirty minutes later, Ms Americana stood topless, but with the rest of her legendary sexy costume on, being milked by a chugging machine.  Flag Girl stood next to her, in costume but with the top pulled up over her 36Cs and also being milked.

          "That's enough milking to get them back to normal," Ms Americana said, turning off her machine.  Flag Girl turned hers off too, but with more regret.  They both rather liked the feel of being milked.  Ms Americana's red, white and blue bikini costume bottoms were soaked from her arousal, and she suspected her sexy sidekick's panties were just as wet.  "Now time to put Milk Man in jail and rescue our comrades in costumed crime fighting!"

          The vivacious vigilante duo were only ten minutes late.  The Superior Milk Shop was still locked up, with a CLOSED sign in the front window.  It was just ten thirty in the morning, with bustling streets and sidewalks.  A small crowd stood outside the front doors, peering through the windows trying to spot someone.  Everyone wanted their breakfast and glass of superior milk.  Ms Americana scowled at them.

          She couldn't say anything.  That would just humiliate her fellow super heroines.  Of course, the truth would come out in the trial.  As it should, and that information will help to save the reputations of the city's super heroines and other superior women caught in the throes of drug-induced sexual need and debauchery.  But for now, discretion was needed.

          Ms Americana and Flag Girl parked in the alley behind the shop.  The back door was left ajar.  An invitation to enter, naturally.  They headed straight for that door, and just before reaching it Milk Man stepped out.

          "I was afraid you weren't coming," he said, head bowed in shame.  "Come in, and I'll show you to the women I have in the basement."

          "Good," Ms Americana said.  "But first, where is the antidote?"

          "Oh, that is downstairs too," Milk Man said.

          The villain led the statuesque super heroines into the shop, and down a narrow stairs to the basement.  Ms Americana and Flag Girl froze at the bottom of the steps, shocked by the site before them.  Women, both naked and partially stripped, lined the walls atop special made chairs.  All of the captured and sexily bound women were tall, fat-titted and gorgeous, which were all signs of having the Aphrodite gene.  Some were obviously super heroines -- Lady Midnight, Champion Girl, Power Babe, Green Spectre were still wearing boots and gloves and accessories.  Tanya O'Donnel was next to an unmasked Green Spectre.  Summer was next to her mother, wearing the remnants of a black latex dominatrix outfit.  A few other faces surprised her -- Ashley Vanderholm, Barbara Cummins (a.k.a. Esha) and Dragon Queen, to name but a few.

          All of the women were writhing pathetically in their little chairs, as the chugging sound of countless milking machines filled the air.  They were moaning and groaning, too.

          Ms Americana walked up to the first woman.  Dana McQueen, or Jungle Babe, who wore only a pair of red stiletto pumps and nothing else, indicating she wasn't captured as her super heroine persona.  Her tits were huge with milk, with a black elastic band around their girth.  The milking machine attached to her swollen, enlarged nipples suddenly began to pump, and the clear tubes coming from those suction cups filled with milk.

          "The straps are sensors," Milk Man said casually.  "When her tits are full, the sensor turns on the milking machine."

          "Holy Dairy Farm!" Flag Girl cried.

          "Why are they still bound and being milked?" Ms Americana demanded.  She looked down between Dana's legs, and noticed two shiny rubber shafts pistoning out and out of the vanquished vixen.  The gorgeous blonde's belly was quivering, the sight of which sucked the Queen of Justice's breath away and ignited those tingly butterflies deep in her own belly.  "A-Are those...f-fucking machines t-too?"

          "I-I wanted you to see the true horror of what I put these poor women through," Milk Man said sheepishly.  "This way you can testify against me in my trial, to ensure I get the maximum sentence allowable.  I assure you, I love doing this too much to ever be allowed back in polite society."

          The sight of all of those beautiful women being soundly fucked and milked set her heart to racing.  Part of her wanted to join them.  The super sexy super heroine knew it was a living nightmare, but that insidious drug warped her mind.  She valiantly fought those dark needs and desires.  Just a little bit longer, and everything would return to normal.

          "You spoke of an antidote," Ms Americana said, turning back to Milk Man.  "Flag Girl and I will take it now."

          "Of course," he said.  Milk Man clapped his hand twice, "Heidi!  Petra!"

          "Who?" Flag Girl said, looking around suspiciously.

          "Heidi and Petra are my milk maids.  Beautiful girls, but not three brain cells between the two of them.  But beautiful bimbos make the best assistants."

          A pair of drop-dead gorgeous blondes wearing sexed up milk maid outfits strutted in from a door off to the right.  It took a second to realize they were twins.  They smiled brightly at Milk Man, and seemed to be ignoring the two super heroines.  Each clutched a small black canister in her right hand.

          "Heidi, please give Ms Americana the antidote," Milk Man said.  "And Petra, administer the antidote to Flag Girl.  Thank you, girls."

          "As you vish, Milk Man," they said in unison, in a thick German accent.

          "What is this?" Ms Americana said.

          "Oh, the antidote act much faster if delivered as an aerosol, inhaled," Milk Man said.  "I suspected you wanted immediate relief.  Was I wrong?  There is a liquid and pill form."

          "No, aerosol is perfect," Ms Americana said, then sighed with relieve.  FINALLY!  She would have absolute relief from her raging libido.  From that oh so DEMANDING libido.  "Give me the cure."

          The beautiful twins stepped up to the super heroine duo.  Ms Americana and Flag Girl both unconsciously struck classic super heroine poses -- heads high, chests thrust out, gloved hands on well rounded hips.  Then as one, the twin babes sprayed the waiting super heroines in their faces.  The reaction was instantaneous.

          "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried, dropping to her knees as a monster climax ripped though her shapely body without warning.

          "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Flag Girl cried, also with an orgasm searing her mind and will power.

          "Idiots," Milk Man laughed.  "How stupid are you to think I would capture every other heroine in the city, and then GIVE YOU THE ANTIDOTE?  There is no antidote, Ameri-bimbo.  It only takes one dose, and you are a hyper-nympho for life."

          "Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh," Ms Americana cried out again, claimed by another climax.  Her tits had visibly swollen up, and her top was saturated with milk.  The sexy super heroine was unconsciously stroking her aching tits, trying in vain for some bit of relief.  "What….uuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh….what have you…done?"

          "Oh that?  The aerosol was another of Dragon Queen's concoctions," Milk Man said, lifting the gorgeous Queen of Justice's chin so he could look into her disbelieving baby blues.  "It was a very concentrated form of the lactating drug, mixed with Bliss."

          Milk Man reached down and unfastened the Queen of Justice's top, and pulled it off.  Tossing it aside, he paused to admire her perfect set.  Then he took the canister from Heidi, and sprayed it in Ms Americana's face again.

          "Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, milk fountained from her engorged tits.  Milk Man laughed as he was showered with thick streams of hot milk.  Heidi then pulled the sexy super heroine's arms back and snapped her wrists into handcuffs, before reaching down with scissors and snipping off her costume bottoms.  "You monster!  You won't get away with this!"  Milk Man laughed at her, and pulled out his large cock.  The sight of that dick pushed the sexy super heroine over the top.  Combined with the drugs, she felt her libido and lusts and needs claim her, mouth watering, as another climax ripped through her statuesque body.  "Oh, Great Liberty!  Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiigggghhhhhhhh!"

          Meanwhile, Petra had knelt behind Flag Girl after removing the sexy sidekick's top and bottoms, and handcuffing her.  She reached around Flag Girl, and buried her talented finger deep in the hapless heroine's snatch.

          "Uuuggghhhhnnnnnn," Flag Girl groaned, her head rolling back on Petra's shoulder and lolling around as her tormenter's fingers found her clit and sent her into instantly sexual bliss, as milk sprayed from her naked, swollen tits.  As Petra masturbated her quickly to another climax, the sexy milk maid claimed her full red lips in a passionate lipstick kiss.  "Mmmmmmm-Uuuuuuuggghhhh-mmmmmmm."

          Heidi knelt behind Ms Americana and reached around to her bikini waxed pussy, and quickly pushed her fingers between her slippery wet nether lips.  Without thought, the super horny heroine ground her pussy into that wonderfully invading hand, groaning and moaning wantonly.  She felt her tits squirting milk, over and over, and if felt GOOD.  She looked to her right, and saw Petra claiming Flag Girl's lips and body so sexily.  Suddenly, she wanted to be kissed like that, claimed body and soul like that.

          "Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, the climax just enough to make her want another, and another, and another, bigger and bigger each time.

          Turning back to Heidi, Ms Americana was surprised by Milk Man's cock in her face.  It was so close her eyes crossed looking at it.  Her tits squirted extra hard, mouth watered and her heart rate doubled.  Ms Americana opened wide, her wet pink tongue slipping out to cradle the head of the vile villain's dick, before full red lips encircled it and started a slow, sensuous slide down his shaft.

          "Mmmmmmm," Ms Americana moaned.

          Both of his hands sank into her thick, silky soft black hair, and took a firm grip.  Then he took control and forced her to bob up and down his shaft at his rhythm, his rate of speed.  It occurred to her then that he had tamed her, now OWNED her.  And the sexy super heroine liked it.  And a monster climax claimed her with that realization.

          "Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhmmmmmmmuuuuummmmmmmmm!"

          "Another sexy super heroine tamed und claimed, mein boss," Heidi said to Milk Man.

          "Make dat two," Petra said to Ms Americana's right.

          "Ummmm," Ms Americana groaned, feeling Milk Man's raging excitement about to explode in her mouth.  After so long under the influence of the drug, and countless blow jobs, she knew when a man was about to cum.  She intensified her sucking, eager to claim his seed.  And seconds later, he came hard inside her mouth.  "Mmmmmmm."

          Ms Americana eagerly sucked the once hated villain dry, swallowing every drop hungrily.  Then she licked his cock and balls perfectly clean, while Heidi took her from one orgasm to another the whole time.

          Petra pulled Flag Girl to her back, then Ms Americana watched as Milk Man knelt between the sexy sidekick's wide spread legs, guided his hard cock into her pussy, and began to fuck her furiously.  Flag Girl's reaction was instant and wild, she screamed and humped him back with wild abandon.

          "Yes!  Fuck me!  Oh yes, fuck me!" Flag Girl screamed, rocking her head back and forth.  "Holy Whores!  I LOVE it!  Love it!  Love it!  Love it!"

          As Flag Girl was suddenly claimed by machine gun climaxes, Heidi pulled Ms Americana to her wobbly feet.  Then Petra walked up with a tall glass in hand.

          "Oooooo, yes," Ms Americana said as Petra expertly MILKED her, filling the glass in short order.

          After Petra drank half, she gave the glass to Heidi who eagerly drained it.  Then Petra milked Ms Americana's other tit.  That glass was given to Milk Man, who drained it with gusto without missing a beat fucking Flag Girl.

          "Man, I think her milk is the tastiest of all," Milk Man said, smacking his lips.

          "Ya, Ms Amerikana's teat milch ist da best," Heidi said.

          "Ya," Petra said, nodding.  "Da best."

          "Ooooh, so wrong," Ms Americana whispered.  She looked at Green Spectre and Tanya.  Those two were moaning and groaning twice as loud now, while watching her and Flag Girl's ultimate defeated and taming, which seemed to have overloaded their libidos and sending them in orgasmic frenzies.  Then she noticed the pussy juices dripping down both super heroines' inner thighs.  Since no one was restraining her, the horny heroine crawled over and began eagerly licking up the dipping juices off Tanya's legs.  "Mmmmm."

          "Ms Amerikana is insatiable now," Heidi laughed.

          "Ya, but Tanya ist not complaining," Petra said, giggling.

          The German twins laughed as they pulled the whimpering super heroine off her former comrade in costumed crime fighting.  They took her to the next "chair" over.  Ms Americana looked down upon it with a mixture of excitement and dread.  The two thick, red dildos with all those sexy looking nobs excited her lusts and base needs, while she was filled with dread knowing that once she was impaled on them -- pussy and poop chute -- it would all be over for her.  She could become just another of Milk Man's super heroine milk cows.

          "You lied to us," Ms Americana said hoarsely.  "You promised us the cure."

          "Technically, a sound fucking and milking is the only cure," Milk Man said.  "Unfortunately, once the drug is administered to one of you fat-titted sluts, there is no complete cure to return you back to before.  The affects of the drug is quite permanent."  Then he grunted, and filled Flag Girl's cunt with cum.  "Ah, there you go, Flag Whore."

          "Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!" Flag Girl screamed, jets of milk shooting up with each contraction of her climax.

          Ms Americana watched wide-eyed as her sexy sidekick reacted so profoundly.  A big part of her, ok most of her, wanted to be where Flag Girl was right then, soundly fucked and climaxing insanely.  A small part wanted to run, run, run.  She knew she wasn't going anywhere.

          "Come now, Amerikana, be a good fraulein and ve vill treat you goot," Heidi said, giggling.

          The kinky twins maneuvered the sexy super heroine over to the bondage chair, and then forced her to slowly sit while Heidi guided one dildo up her cunt while Petra guided the other up her butt.  Within seconds the Great and Mighty, the LEGENDARY, Queen of Justice, Ms Americana was double impaled at her "Milking station."  A thick black leather collar was buckled around her long, slender neck, fastening her to the wall behind and severely limiting her ability to move.  Then each twin tightly tied her legs to the legs of the chair, at ankles and just below the knees, keeping them spread almost painfully wide.

          "Now dis ist the fun part, Amerikana," Petra said, rolling a milking machine up close and parking it between the vanquished vigilante vixen's legs.

          Petra and Heidi each took a long clear tube with a suction cup on the end, and pressed the suction cups to Ms Americana's engorged, throbbing, milk-dribbling nipples.  Then Heidi wrapped the elastic sensor straps around the sexy super heroine's super swollen tits.  And finally, Petra flipped a switch.

          Chug…chug…chug-chug-chug-chug.

          "Yeeeooowww….Ooooooooooo," Ms Americana groaned, back arching as the suction cups clamped onto her sensitive nipples and started to suck with painful intensity, which quickly turned into intense pleasure as the milk began to flow.  "Oooooggghhhhh."

          "Ya, I knew she would like dat," Heidi said, giggling.  "All of de zuper heroine sluts like to be milked."

          With that, Heidi flipped a switch on the back of the chair.  Both dildos came to life, starting to slide in and out of the sexy super heroine's pussy and butt.  Ms Americana's back arched even more as she groaned wantonly, eyes wide in shock.  Then Heidi flipped the last switch, and both dildos began to twist and VIBRATE!

          "Great Lib--AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

          The milk really began to flow then.  Each climax increased the milk flow, while Milk Man, the Milk Maid twins and Flag Girl all stared in awe as the Queen of Justice's legendary 44DDs slowly deflated.

          "Great Liberty, my beautiful breasts are RUINED!" Ms Americana cried, and was ravaged by a monster climax.  "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhh!  I am TAAAMMEED!"

          Milk Man reached over, and pulled off her mask.  Dropping it casually at her feet, he stepped back to regard his newest prize.

          "Brenda Wade?  Oh, yes, this is TOO GOOD to be true!" he crowed, and then laughed.  Pulling off Flag Girl's mask, he laughed again.  Sometimes, everything just came together perfectly.

          Within moments Flag Girl was hooked up next to her mentor, and they ceased to be sexy super heroines.  Now they were just Aphrodite Milk Cows.

 

THE END