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MS AMERICANA: MAGIC WAND

By Thom Gall

Ms Americana frowned at the slightly build man in the filthy clothes. He was short and skinny, hence the street name: Wee Willy Wank.

Wee Willy might be small and weak, but he was one surly bastard. Sharp tongued too. It frequently got him into trouble. Ms Americana and the other Delta City heroines only put up with it because he had the best, most reliable information.

Wearing her legendary red, white and blue, star-spangled and striped bikini costume, red calf boots, red gloves and blue star-spangled mask, the Queen of Justice watched the informant from a dark alley for a good hour. Waiting for him to leave the 'safety' of the lighted street. She couldn't approach him in full view of others. He was a known informant, so wouldn't live more than a few hours if they knew he was supplying super heroines with information.

She had to protect her sources, no matter how disgusting and depraved they were.

Just after nine at night, Wee Willy started moving down the street. He spoke with most of the street people. Exchanging pleasantries, gossip and information. Street people saw everything, and he was better than anyone at mining that information and selling it to anyone with the price.

After she determined his route, Ms Americana vanished into the darkness. She hurried to get in front of him, and intercept him at one of many designated meeting places. There were procedures to follow so he was not jeopardized.

"Wee Willy, in here!" she whispered loudly from deep in the alley's night shadows.

"Who's there?" he said, easing in cautiously.

"Who else?" Ms Americana said.

She turned on a heel and marched deep into the alley, then stopped beneath a dim light over a door. It was the site of one of her most humiliating defeats. Kid Rotten fucked her into servitude at that spot once. It took years to get mostly out from beneath his thumb. As it was, she was still paying blackmail so she didn't have to peddle her sweet round butt on the streets for him any more. For some strange reason Wee Willy liked to meet there. She sometimes wondered just what he knew about that.

"What's up, Sweet Tits?" Wee Willy asked, smirking at her.

"One of these days I'm going to slap that smirk off your face and teach you respect for your betters," Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing. He shrugged and continued to ogle her 44DDs and smirk. She sighed, not knowing why she threatened him. He knew he was safe. "I need info. Good hard facts."

"All I deal in, Sweetheart," he said, pulling himself up to his full five foot five. "What you need to know?"

"Where can I find Wicked Wanda?"

"The witch?"

"There's another?"

"Oy, that is a nasty one, Ms Americana," he said, suddenly nervous. "She really has magic power. Strong powers, too. Very dangerous to mess with. Forget about her. Let me sell you some info about some frat boys starting to deal heroin on campus."

Ms Americana paused. First, he'd never reacted like that to a request for info. And she really did want info on the drug dealing frat boys. But, she was not going to let him deflect her off her self-appointed mission to rid Delta City of that wicked and lascivious witch, who seemed to be making a living by robbing and raping the rich and famous in Delta City.

"Forget the frat boys for now," Ms Americana said. Her baby blues narrowed and she moved to stand more menacingly over the smaller man. "Tell me where I can find Wicked Wanda. Where is her hideout?"

"Are you crazy? You aren't any match for that witch," he said, aghast. Ms Americana's eyes widened, then narrowed. She was MORE than a match for ANY criminal. "She'll catch you for sure, and make you tell her how you found her. Then I'll be toast. No thank you."

Ms Americana simmered. Rage and righteous fury threatened to burst out. Poor Lydia was back at Wade Manor, recovering from being robbed by Wicked Wanda and her henchmen. It wasn't enough for them to take Lydia's jewelry and designer clothes, but they spend a good two hours passing the vivacious nineteen year old around between them. And Wicked Wanda had done the most humiliating, most sexually depraved things of them all to her sweet protégé.

Ms Americana wanted revenge.

Of course, Flag Girl wanted to be there, to get her pound of flesh. But as Lydia, she was sexually sated ten times over by those wicked men and women. Her power belt wouldn't work for days. So Flag Girl was grounded.

"It's personal, Wee Willy," Ms Americana growled. Her red gloved hands balled into tight fists as her curvaceous body trembled with suppressed rage. "Wicked Wanda has sexually abused a number of my good friends. Like Angela Grear, Dana McQueen and Lydia Wills, to name just the women she robbed and RAPED just this week."

"Ha. Yeah," Wee Willy said, getting a faraway look of lust. "That Assistant D.A., Grear, deserved it. What a prick. I don't know McQueen and Wills personally, but I don't cry over deflowered rich bitches too much, Americana. Tell them to buck up and get on with their perfect little lives."

She wanted to rip his face off right then and there. How DARE him!

"Just tell me where she is, Wee Willy."

He apparently didn't realize how angry she was, or hear how dangerous she was becoming toward him. He kept on babbling about frat boys and giving her a discount this time. So she grabbed him by the collar and lifted him high.

Pressing him against the wall, she said, "Just tell me where to find the witch. I know you know. I know you too well, Wee Willy, and you should know me well enough to know I will not accept anything but complete cooperation on this."

"No. She's kill me."

"I'll do worse."

"I don't think so," he said, wild-eyed. "She's a witch."

"And I am a super heroine, the most celebrated one in the world today," she said. "And my wrath is just as terrible as my fight for justice."

He still refused to tell her. All he did after that was struggle and try to escape. He became frantic very quickly, so she had to regain control. So she grabbed his stones.

"Oh," he said, suddenly very still. "Can't we discuss this like civilized people?"

"I'm all out of civilization, Wee Willy," Ms Americana said, and squeezed hard. Very hard. And twisted.

"Yeeeeeeeeoooooooooww!"

"Tell me."

Sweat was rolling off poor Wee Willy's face. She suspected he'd never known such pain. He was just an informant, safely tucked away on the sideline of this deadly game of Cops and Robbers. He sold information to both sides. As far as she could tell, he didn't play favorites.

"Mercy!" Wee Willy cried. "I don't want to die. God, Americana, show some compassion for once. I've done so much for you. Don't you care?"

"Oh, you've help me," Ms Americana said. She knew he might not ever sell her information again after this, but she had to chance it. The sexy super heroine wouldn't blame him after tonight, but she was desperate. She would do anything to avenge Lydia and stop Wicked Wanda. "But for a price. Not out of any civic duty or moral obligation. And I've paid you very well. Time for you to make a contribution for the public good. Tell me where to find Wicked Wanda, or I will rip off your balls."

"I'll file charges!"

"No one will believe you. My reputation is spotless."

He shuddered violently, looking very sick. Ms Americana grimaced, hating what she was doing. But she HAD to stop Wicked Wanda that night. She couldn't stomach the thought of that merciless witch being free to debase, debauch and demoralized pretty young women at will.

"Please, let go, I'll tell you," he gasped. Ms Americana smiled triumphantly as she released her grip on his balls. Wee Willy relaxed and sighed. "Wicked Wanda….she's has three different hideouts. The main one is at Ledbetter and Josie, above the head shop. Next is at 14^th street and Main, in the penthouse inside Sapphire Hightowers." He shuddered and licked dry lips. "Third, and rarely used, it is more a bolt hole. It's in Sugar Town, above the Sugar Time strip club. I suspect the witch to be above the head shop tonight. I heard she was operating up there."

"Now, that wasn't so hard, now was it, Wee Willy?" she said, smiling warmly as she lowered him to his wobbly feet. "Don't you feel better having helped?"

"No," he said. Then he glanced up at her hesitantly, nervously licking his lips. "Five hundred."

"Pardon?"

"Five hundred. You know, for the info?"

Ms Americana raised her eyebrows haughtily and regarded him coolly.

"We'll see," she said at length.

"What does that mean? I'm risking my life here, Americana. You owe me big time. Big bucks," he demanded, eyes flashing. "Pay up, or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else…..uh….or else you'll be sorry," he said, faltering under her hot gaze.

"Ooo, you got me shaking in my sexy red boots, info boy," she said, smirking in that aggravating, superior way she had. But she was feeling good now, knowing this was Wicked Wanda's last night of freedom. "You work on your threats, and I'll get back with you about the money I may or may not give you. I have more important things on my plate than sating your shameless greed."

Turning on a red stiletto heel in a flash, the Queen of Justice strode off into the darkness. She heard Wee Willy cursing furiously under his breath, but she didn't have to worry about anyone that was too meek to curse her to her face. Ms Americana now believed the informant would be surly and uncooperative for a while, but would be easily lured back into their camp with cold, hard cash. Money meant more to him than anything.

"Hmmm, Ledbetter and Josie is way across town," she said as she approached her patriotically themed sports car, that matched her costume. "I know the head shop she is above. I'm glad it is tied to her, because I'd LOVE to shut them down, too."

# # #

Wee Willy Wank trembled as he moved through the semi-darkness of Sugar Time strip club. He couldn't believe what he was doing. But Ms Americana was out of control. She was crazy, and was going to get herself killed. And drag him down as well.

Two large, violent looking men guarded the closed door. They wore black suits, white shirts and sunglasses that hid their eyes. And they had ear pieces like secret service agents. They were glaring at Wee Willy, making him really need to piss from the stress of it all.

"I need to see Wick….er….Ms Wanda," Wee Willy said, suddenly realizing he had only the witch's "street name" to go by. She might not like being called Wicked Wanda. He might be turned into a toad, or something even more vile. "It's very important."

"Make an appointment," the big bruiser said.

"I can't. There isn't time," he said pleadingly. Thankfully, Ms Americana had believed him and was probably smashing into the apartment above the head shop at that very moment. Most likely, she'd go to the next place on the list after finding no one there. Then come here last. That sexy super heroine was fast, so it wouldn't be too long before she arrived here. "It involves super heroines looking for her. I assure you, she will want to hear what I have to tell her."

One of the thugs spoke into his lapel in hushed tones. Wee Willy waited anxiously. If Wicked Wanda refused to speak to him, then he'd have to get out of town fast. He needed to be far away from Delta City before Ms Americana came charging in. And IF Ms Americana prevailed, he could come back. Otherwise, he had to go into hiding for the rest of his life.

<Don't get involved with witches,> he thought dismally. He had no choice now. Ms Americana -- Damn her! -- had forced his hand, and dragged him kicking and screaming into this sordid affair. He had to extract himself if at all possible. <If I survive this, and Ms Americana does too, then I will get her for this. She will pay dearly.>

"Wicked Wanda will see you," the thug said.

"D-do I call her Wicked Wanda? Or something else?"

He chuckled darkly. "Call her 'Mistress.' She likes that."

The two thugs grinned evilly, then ignored him. They began eyeing the patrons and dancers as if they were all assassins. Security people were not trusting people.

Wee Willy went through the door. He found an ornate, if rather garish, room on the other side. It reminded him of a brothel's parlor. There were two dozen scantily clad women laughing and giggling with half as many hard, dangerous looking men. The few women to look his way gave him speculative looks, like a hooker sizing him up. The men turned hard, narrow-eyed gazes on him.

The informant hurried through to the wide, ornate stairs in back. He quickly ascended to the second floor. That proved to be an even larger, more ornately decorated room. At the far end the wicked witch sat in royal splendor, sitting upon an alabaster throne with white silk cushions. Six gorgeous young women, three blondes and three redheads, attended her, wearing nothing but white thongs and jewelry. Their shapely bodies shimmered with oils.

Behind the ruling witch stood a dozen muscle bound guards. The guards all wore white on white suits. The walls were all white, and all the decorations were either in silver or gold. It was a bright room, and made the black latex wearing, raven-haired witch stand out sharply in contrast.

Wicked Wanda locked eyes with Wee Willy. He felt like the deer mesmerized by the bright headlights. Frozen in place, he couldn't move until her full red lips curled up into a cruel smile, emerald green eyes bright in their wicked glee, and she curled a perfectly manicured finger at him, bidding him come to her.

The air seemed to crack with electricity as he walked toward the waiting witch. Lining the way to her were countless white leather couches, each with a couple or more upon it engaged in wicked sex acts. On most of them lounged a man, with one, two or three beautiful women attending his every sexual desire. A few had women being attended by young men, but also mostly being serviced by beautiful women.

On one couch was the head of the city's vice squad, with the mayor's twenty-two year old daughter sucking his cock and the mayor's nineteen year old daughter holding her naked tits up for him to suck and lick.

<Holy shit, Hope and Faith Borden! They belong to Wicked Wanda now,> he thought. He hadn't known that, and that surprised him. He knew she had the vice squad in her pocket. Hell, all the major players in the sex industry had the vice squad on the payroll. Then he forgot them, for he spotted three of the local professional football team's cheerleaders, half out of uniform, doing wicked things to a star basketball player. He spotted a couple city council members and another chief in the police department there. All were having wicked sex with gorgeous young women, only too eager to please without hesitation or inhibitions. <How do I get on her team?>

"You have something important to tell me, little man?" Wicked Wanda said, smiling knowingly at him as he gawked at his surroundings. "Something involving super heroines?"

Now just ten feet away from Wicked Wanda, sitting upon the raised días, her stiletto booted feet about shoulder high to him, Wee Willy looked up and gawked a long moment. He heard she was beautiful, but not how stunning her beauty was. She was super model beautiful, super HEROINE beautiful. And she had the body of a super heroine, tightly bound in a shiny black latex dominatrix outfit, with red piping, some red straps and silver buckles. Only her head and hands were not covered with latex.

"Ms Americana is looking for you," he blurted out.

One perfect black brow arched haughtily.

"That's it?" she said, suddenly annoyed. She swept waist length black hair out of her face and frowned at him. He could see anger starting to bubble up. "You bothered me for that trivia?"

"NO!" he cried, fearing being turned into a toad. "There's more. She knows about all three of your usual hideouts, including this one."

"Really?"

"Yes, but you have time," he said, nodding enthusiastically. "I sent her to the one over the head shop, then she will go to Sapphire Hightowers next. She'll be here before too long, though. I wanted to warn you."

"Why?"

"I don't understand," he said. "Ms Americana has been after you a while, but she seemed especially angry tonight because you attacked some of her close friends this week."

"That's not what I'm asking, little man," Wicked Wanda said, sensuously rising up before him. Her heels clicked on the white marble as she moved to the edge of the topmost level and looked down at him. The witch towered over him, forcing him to crane his neck back to look her in the face. "Why is she coming HERE? Who told her where my hideouts are located?" Emerald green eyes flashed Hell fire and she cast a hostile gaze upon Wee Willy. "You?"

Wee Willy pissed himself before her. Laughter from the couches filled the room.

Wicked Wanda took a single step toward him, down one step, lifting her right hand. That hand began to glow an evil looking red.

"No! Not like that," he said, heart hammering. "Ms Americana attacked me, DEMANDING information on your whereabouts. She was ripping off my balls, for Christ's sake."

"So you told my mortal enemy where to find me."

"Yes -- NO! I mean, kinda," he said. Then he took a deep steadying breath, and continued. "I was in too much pain, and terrified, so told her what I knew. Yes, that is true. BUT I directed her away from you, at first, so you have time to -- ," he paused, seeing anger growing in the witch with what she thought he was going to say. He did a quick assessment of Wicked Wanda, seeing she would never run, try to escape or cower from her enemies, and continued, " -- to set up a trap!"

"A trap?" Wicked Wanda said, suddenly turning introspective. After a few seconds, another cruel smile spread across that gorgeous face. "I like it. What fun we'll have tonight, my evil minions!"

She half turned and softly spoke a series of orders. Half of her white suited bodyguards hurried away to do her bidding.

"We will be ready for Ms Americana," Wicked Wanda said. "More than ready."

"Great!" he said, nodding and wringing his hands. "We're good then? No hard feelings?"

"Oh, we're good, my friend," she purred. "You're an informant? Wee Willy Wanks, correct?"

"Ah, yes."

Wicked Wanda motioned to a blonde girl attending her. Wee Willy was startled to realize she was super star pop tartlet Christina Alcala. She was all platinum blonde hair, big blue eyes and crimson lips, with a killer body in nothing but white thong and stilettos, and jewelry. The pop princess eagerly fetched a white box and brought it to her evil mistress. Christina opened the box and Wicked Wanda extracted a twelve inch white dildo.

Christina put the box aside and Wicked Wanda pressed the dildo to her white thong.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"This is a magical dildo, Wee Willy," Wicked Wanda said, smiling smugly. "As you can see, Sweet Christina had an instant climax when I touched it to her pussy. Also, if I touch any woman with it, she instantly becomes my devoted slave as long as the dildo is touching her. Call it a kinda sexual Magic Wand." She smiled and tossed it to Wee Willy. "A token of my appreciation."

Willy looked at the dildo in wonder. With that dildo, he could have any whore on the street. For free. Hell, he could have any beautiful woman he wanted. Even stuck up society girls.

"If you use it to tame a woman, she will remain devoted to you even when the dildo is not touching her -- an absolute love slave," Wicked Wanda said. "Enjoy."

"Thanks!" he cried, and turned to leave.

"Not so fast."

<I'm dead,> he thought.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"First," she said, and snapped her fingers. All the couches on the right side of the room scooted down a bit, and another couch appeared out of thin air. "You will stay until after Ms Americana is taken care of tonight. Just a precaution." Then she slanted a sly look at Christina, who immediately dropped to her knees and dropped her eyes submissively. "Sweetheart, see to it Wee Willy has the best sex of his life and his every yearning and desire is sated ten times over."

"Yes, Mistress Wanda," Christina purred, giving Wee Willy the most sexually charged, sexually hungry look he'd ever seen. "My pleasure."

Christina stood up and started walking toward the stunned informant. He was immediately mesmerized by her bouncing tits as she descended the dais' steps. To his shock and delight, Christina took him by the hand and led him straight to the white leather couch. Then she quickly, but sensuously, stripped him.

"Oooooooooh," Wee Willy groaned, sprawled out on the couch as pop princess Christina slowly took his erect dick deep into her eager mouth.

# # #

Ms Americana frowned as she studied the flat roof. Directly below her was Wicked Wanda's inner sanctum. After two wild goose chases, the sexy super heroine double and triple checked to ensure the wicked witch was home. She was inside, holding court over her criminal empire as Ms Americana stood above her on the roof.

"Time for the Conquering Heroine to arrive and save the day," Ms Americana said, grinning down at the scene below her through the sky light. "Won't they be surprised to see me."

Ms Americana kicked the sky light, shattering the glass. She gave it a second to clear away, then jumped through feet first. The super sexy super heroine hit the marble floor with a loud report from her stiletto heels, 44DDs bouncing hard and almost popping out. But she was immediately up in a super heroine pose, giving Wicked Wanda a smug smile of triumph.

"Surprise, Wicked Wanda! Truth and Justice have arrived," Ms Americana proclaimed as pretty young things fell off men and couches, as the evil men upon them leapt to their feet. Only the witch seemed undisturbed by her untimely arrival. "I suggest you make it easier on yourself and surrender."

"Surrender?" Wicked Wanda said, matching Ms Americana's smug smile as her emerald eyes locked onto the super heroine's baby blues. "I don't think so. I'm a natural born dominatrix, while I can see you are a submissive in denial. I think you should follow your heart and kneel before me, and BEG me to accept you as my sex toy slave."

"Perv," Ms Americana said.

Ms Americana had to break eyes contact, and hating to do so, to slant looks left and right. Naked men were moving towards her gingerly, since they were all barefooted and glass shards were liberally scattered all over the floor. Then her eyes went wide as she realized who some of those men were.

"Councilman Bettencourt? Councilman Jackson?" she said, shocked. Then she crinkled her nose at them, eyes flashing. "This explains a lot! Like why you fight so hard against all the initiatives to clean up Sugar Town and other red light districts." She gave them a look of utter scorn and contempt. "Your less that illustrious careers are over."

"Maybe, IF you were allowed to tell anyone," Councilman Bettencourt said. He was an elderly, rail thin bald man. He had the most pathetic excuse for a comb over the statuesque super heroine had ever seen, and watery blue eyes. "I think my career in 'Public Service' will outlive yours, Ms Americana."

"Yours ends today, you stuck up bitch," Councilman Jackson said, dark eyes narrowed as he moved towards her. The middle-aged African-American didn't look to be in any better shape than his fellow degenerate councilman, with a big belly and thin arms and legs. He at least had a full head of salt and pepper hair, He was also a bit taller than the super heroine. "You made a terrible mistake coming here, woman. You are going down. Now."

"Really?" she said, squaring her shoulders and giving the two elected officials contemptuous looks. "So YOU are going to take ME down? You and what army?"

"This one," a familiar voice said from behind her. Two feet, from two men, kicked her in the kidneys.

"Aaaghh," she cried, staggering forward a step. Both councilman punched her then, one in the face and the other in the belly. "Uuggghh."

Ms Americana spun away from the men attacking her, to gain a few seconds respite so she could heal and regain her senses. The golden power belt encircling her tiny waist was providing her body hyper healing abilities already. Sensing more than seeing enemies closing in on her, Ms Americana lashed out with fist and foot, enjoying the grunts of pain and surprise as miscreants fell back from her instinctive onslaught.

"I cannot be taken down so easily, fools," she said, resuming her super heroine pose a moment later, blue eyes dancing with self-satisfied pleasure. Then she noticed the two men that attacked her from behind. Chief Wessel and Chief Gonzalez. "You! I suspected you, Chief Wessel, but not you too, Chief Gonzalez."

Police Chief Alberto Gonzalez was a cop Ms Americana respected deeply. He rose fast on the force, becoming head of Internal Affairs at thirty-two. The youngest chief in Delta City Police history. The tall, dark Hispanic family man was not someone she would ever have suspected of being in any criminal's pocket, much less working for Wicked Wanda.

Chief Andrew Wessel was another story. She'd caught the dirty cop red-handed twelve years back, stealing drugs from the evidence room and selling them. She was shocked when he didn't lose his job and get prosecuted, and horrified when he was instead moved to Vice. Vice, where the police unloaded all their piss poor and disgraced officers. Within two years, Wessel the Weasel (as the city's super heroines all called him) was promoted to Chief of the Vice Department. That was the day Delta City began to lose the war on prostitution and drugs, and now she understood why.

"Chief Gonzalez belongs to me now, Ms Americana," Wicked Wanda said, capturing everyone's undivided attention. "Just as you soon will belong to me."

"I don't think so, miscreant," she said.

"My friends, I implore you, go back to your couches and enjoy the show," Wicked Wanda said, starting to descend her días.

Ms Americana noticed the six white clad body guards behind the shapely witch moved forward with her, then passed her until they stood halfway between the two raven-maned women. The thugs were all between six four and six eight, heavily muscled and brutal looking. They waited for the naked "guests" to return to their debauchery on the white leather couches. Ms Americana frowned when she noticed two of Commissioner Borden's beautiful daughters were sharing a couch with Wessel the Weasel, who winked at her with a smug, self-satisfied look. One immediately began sucking on the bad cop's cock, while the other started on his sweaty balls.

"Ok, boys, show Ms Americana just how pleased we are to finally meet her," Wicked Wanda purred.

As one, the burly thugs charged the Queen of Justice. She feigned left, then cut right. The thugs were all fooled, allowing her to snatch up the man to her far right. He tried to backhand the vivacious vigilante as she grabbed his lapel. But she was too fast, and tossed him across the room to crash into the wall. He collapsed in a heap and didn't move.

But the Queen of Justice wasn't paying him any heed. She was confident he was out of the picture, so turned to the next two goons charging her. Timing it perfectly, she leapt up high and kicked out in two directions, performing a perfect split in midair, head high, and kicking two big thugs unconscious. But number four arrived just as her stiletto heeled feet touched the floor, and slammed a big fist into her unprotected belly.

"Oofff!" she grunted, staggering back two steps. "Chauvinist pig! How dare you lay hands on ME!"

A quick, powerful roundhouse took him down before he realized she wasn't collapsing. She smiled down at him smugly, shaking her head woefully at the audacity and ego of men. Like a single blow from ANY man could take her down.

"Four down, two to go," Ms Americana said, slanting a triumphant look at the black clad witch. "Then I take you into custody."

"Oh, count again, Ms Ameri-clueless," Wicked Wanda said even more smugly. "It is now EIGHT to one, not counting ME."

Six more white clad goons charged up the stairs. Ms Americana frowned at them. She didn't like surprises. Not at all. But, she was only slightly winded from the fight so far. And she was more than a match for any ten men, and their eight and a woman still left her with the advantage.

The men circled her, giving her evil looks. She glared haughtily at them, pleased to see they had too much fear and respect for her strength and battle prowess to just charge in hurly-burly. It was much easier to take them down one, two and three at a time. The fewer the better.

"Oh yes, and remember, Ms Bimbo-cana, I'm a powerful witch," Wicked Wanda said.

Wicked Wanda lifted both hands high, and began to chant. Immediately, a wind started to blow. That wind quickly intensified, until it was a whirlwind whose roar filled the garish chamber. That whirlwind was centered on the sexy Queen of Justice, buffeting her, making her hair whip around. Then, suddenly, the glass all leapt up and began to swirl in the maelstrom.

"Yikes!" she cried, dropping to a crouch. A dozen thin, bleeding cuts crisscrossed her luscious body. They were little more than scratches, but all stung. She noticed a strange reddish mist began to ooze up out of the floor at that time. Scowling, she noticed the glass remained inside the circle of thugs, so she scampered out between two of them. "Foul fiend, you'll have to do better than that!"

"Okay," Wicked Wanda said, and pointed a finger at Ms Americana. "I think you'll find this next little trick most shocking."

With that, a bolt of lightning shot out of her finger. The bolt struck the super stacked super heroine in the chest, right in her deep, deep cleavage.

"Yyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!"

Ms Americana felt herself lifted off the floor. Mind numbing pain ravaged her beautiful body, a pain she never believed possible until that instant. Her back arched and she flung out her arms and legs. Everyone watching in rapt awe as the legendary Queen of Justice was engulfed inside a ball of lightning.

Then in an instant, the lightning was gone.

"Uunngghh!" Ms Americana grunted as her limp body hit the cold, hard marble floor. She was conscious, brutally conscious, but completely unable to control her spasming body. Convulsions racked her curvaceous body, making her writhe jerkily upon the floor and she groaned miserably. "Uuummmmmnnnnn."

"Okay, boys, tie her up prettily for me," Wicked Wanda said.

One of the burly thugs grabbed Ms Americana by the hair and dragged her over to the center of the room, ten feet in front of Wicked Wanda's días. A black leather couch appeared out of thin air, and she was tossed atop it. Her arms were pulled back and down, and bound tightly to the couch's legs. Then each ankle was tied up against her shapely thighs, and her knees spread wide.

"You never looked lovelier, my perfumed pet," Wicked Wanda purred, tracing the skimpy bikini bottoms that barely covered Ms Americana's twat. Then her wicked finger moved to the middle of that patriotically themed costume bottom, and ran back up the middle, caressing her super sensitive snatch through the soft satin. Then, Wicked Wanda ripped off that last defense against sexual perversions and debauchery.

"You…want….uh…want get…get away with this," Ms Americana stammered, still woozy from the lightning attack. "Vengeance will be mine."

"No, your ASS is mine," Wicked Wanda said, grinning evilly. "I own your body as of now, and I think it is time to take possession of your heart and soul."

The sexily curvaceous witch spoke another spell, and a huge strap-on dildo materialized upon her, the silver studded straps hugging her sweet round hips and rump enticingly. The dildo matched her black latex dominatrix suit perfectly, being long, shiny black with a red head.

Ms Americana's baby blues went wide as she gazed upon it, just inches from her strangely tingling snatch.

"What are you going to do w-with…THAT?"

"Guess."

Wicked Wanda's perfectly manicured hand dropped to Ms Americana's bikini waxed twat. She traced the moist folds of super sensitive flesh a long moment, before kneeling and pulling open the folds with both thumbs. Then the lusty, wicked wench ran her hot, wet tongue up the bound super heroines exposed slit.

"Great Liberty! I'm being lesbian molested!"

It was more than being molested. Ms Americana felt her treacherous body changing, accepting Wicked Wanda's vile touch with enthusiasm. The tingling quickly turned to an erotic, mind scrambling heat that took her breath away. Heart pounding, breathing coming in gasps, the Queen of Justice closed her beautiful eyes and groaned wantonly, and felt her face burning in shame.

Wicked Wanda's wicked tongue was more than the long time celibate super heroine could handle. She ground her teeth, and willed her body to remain unaffected, but all for naught. Soon she felt the orgasm building and building. The witch would've ripped a climax out of a lesser woman in just a minute or two, but Ms Americana was a superior woman. A stronger woman.

So it took three minutes.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, she's trying to tame me!" she cried. "Ooooh, I feel so weak now. I'm been de-powered."

Once she forced a climax out of the vanquished vigilante, Wicked Wanda thrust a very naughty and talented finger up the Queen of Justice's vagina and began to kiss and nibble her way up the super heroine's incredible body.

When Wicked Wanda unsnapped Ms Americana's top, releasing her titanic 44DDs from captivity, the assembled men and women "oohed" and "awed."

"Wow, what a spectacular set of tits," Wicked Wanda cried joyfully. "And they are real, too."

"Of course my breasts are real, you diseased degenerate," Ms Americana groaned pathetically. "Oh, Great Liberty, I can't last much longer."

The super sexy, raven-haired witch took her time enjoying Ms Americana's titanic tits. She squeezed and caressed them, she nibbled and sucked on those delicious, erect nipples, then she cast another spell that made Ms Americana's tits begin to ache and burn in a strange manner.

"Are you ready to be formally introduced to my friend?" Wicked Wanda purred prettily. She gave Ms Americana a wickedly sultry look. "Hmmm, are you?"

"Your friend?" Ms Americana breathed out in a tiny voice. It was all she could muster at the moment, her body was so aroused and ready to explode again. It took all of her will power to hold the sexual tide back, because Ms Americana now realized she could very easily lose herself in this frightening debauchery. "I would like that, yes, please introduce us."

Anything to stop Wicked Wanda's sexual exploitation of her helpless body. Though, she suspected she wouldn't like meeting any friend of Wicked Wanda, especially not one the witch was willing to stop raping her for a time to introduce her to.

"Okay, then," Wicked Wanda said. Her emerald eyes glittered with wicked delight as she reached down and took hold of that twelve inch black and red strap-on dildo. She guided it to Ms Americana quivering pussy and pushed it in through her super slippery pussy folds, and pressed it up against her aching vagina. "Meet my good friend, Bitch Tamer."

With that, Wicked Wanda slammed the strap-on home.

"Eeeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!"

Ms Americana's back arched and she threw her head back, eyes rolling up into her head. It was the first time she'd been penetrated in two years, since her escape from Kid Rotten. And she'd never been FILLED up like that.

"I knew you'd like that, whore," Wicked Wanda said. The witch reached down and squeezed Ms Americana's huge tits, making two thick streams of milk shoot out. Her 'friends' cheered to see that. "And I'm going to prove to you that you love it, too."

"Never!"

So Wicked Wanda started ramming it home, over and over, faster and faster. Within seconds the super sexy super heroine was panting, gasping, groaning wantonly. Her already hyper aroused, hyper sensitive body quickly responded to Wicked Wanda's erotic efforts. Her will to WANT to fight Wicked Wanda's sex-ploitation of her and her incredible body began to fade, and fade fast. She recalled her two years as Kid Rotten's sex slave and streetwalker. Remembered how great all that sex was, how it thrilled and defined her as a woman at the time. Remembered how eager she'd been to spread her legs for Kid or a john. After a moment or two, Ms Americana was so confused by erotic memories and arousal she didn't remember why she was suppressing the climax.

And thus, stopped trying.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, consumed with the climax that erupted. Her bodacious body began to buck as she made tiny animal noises. Then, she screamed in wanton joy, as both tits sprayed milk, "Yes! Yes! I am TAMED! TAMED! Oh, Great Liberty, I love it. I love it so much."

Wicked Wanda fucked Ms Americana a whole hour, then let her twelve body guards run a chain on her eager pussy. That took another two hours. When they finished the Queen of Justice lay sprawled on the black leather couch unbound and dripping cum down her long legs, tits and belly soaked in milk. So she sent her six pets, blondes and redheads, down to lick Ms Americana clean. That brought the vanquished vigilante to three more climaxes.

"Who wants to be next?" Wicked Wanda said.

"Me!" the men all cried in unison.

"Chief Wessel, our friend in Vice, seems especially eager to degrade and debase the once powerful and feared super heroine," Wicked Wanda said. "Please, indulge yourself at her expense."

Ms Americana woke to find herself spent, totally exhausted. All she wore were her boots, gloves, mask, tiara and choker. Her beloved Ms Americana bikini was gone. Even her power belt was gone, rolled up next to Wicked Wanda's throne. And to her horror, she saw that Wessel the Weasel stood at the base of the couch leering down at her.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes," Wessel said, crawling up onto the couch with her. He proved stronger than she ever suspected, and easily flipped her over to all fours. Then he moved up close behind her and shoved a bold finger up her poop chute. "That other hole is all stretched out and worn out. I bet this is virgin territory."

"Great Liberty! I'll do anything, but not there," she cried. She tried to crawl away, but Wessel easily held her in place. Then with a wicked grin, he guided his cock up to her contracting sphincter and pressed hard. "Uuuuuuugggghhhhhhh!"

"Oh, yeah, it feels sooo good to ram it up her holier-than-thou ass," Wessel groaned in abject pleasure. "Oh, so tight."

Ms Americana clawed at the black leather of the couch, her full attention on that big cock up her ass. The pain was incredible, but so was the pleasure. Pleasure and pain the likes she never knew. But soon the pain bled away, replaced by even more intense pleasure.

"Oh, Great Liberty, I've been tamed for sure," she groaned, feeling her body starting to buck and let out tiny animal noises, and she had no desire at all to suppress any of it. Indeed, she LOVED it. The shame of discovering she really was, as her detractors had claimed from the very beginning, in truth a wanton slut in denial was humiliating. And her humiliation just stoked the flames of her passion and desire, pushing her over the top again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

Wessel forced her to climax ten times in the twenty minutes he lasted. He was replaced by Chief Gonzalez, most enthusiastically. The other bad cop banged her pussy for a few minutes, until he tore out two climaxes, then fucked her ass for two more climaxes. Finally, he pulled her off the couch, to her knees.

"Suck me, bitch," he growled.

"Yes, master," she mumbled.

Ms Americana's full red lips parted and pressed against his erect cock's head. After kissing the cock head, she licked it and then ran her tongue down the length of it, up and down, several times. Then she wrapped her ruby reds around the shaft and sucked him in, deeply.

"Mmmmm," she groaned.

It all came back to her in a rush. Everything her former pimp had "taught" her. Kid loved his BJs, and he especially loved to get them from Ms Americana. She quickly gained the reputation of giving the best head on the mean streets of Sugar Town. And worse, or best yet, she rediscovered how much she loved the taste of cock. How much she loved the feel of a man in her mouth.

"Uuuummmmggghhh," she groaned, climaxing.

Ms Americana sucked Chief Gonzalez with enthusiasm for forty-five minutes, getting him to cum twice inside her mouth. She gobbled up his cum like it was the sweetest elixir known. Then Chief Wessel led the twelve bodyguards back over for "clean-up" blow jobs, in which they all filled her eager mouth with hot seed at least once.

"Now, I have to reward one other man with Americana nookie before I unmasked the Queen of Justice, and end her career for once and all," Wicked Wanda said, smirking. "Wee Willy, your turn."

"What?" Ms Americana said, sitting up on the couch. "Wee Willy is here? Why?"
Wee Willy stood up and grinned at Ms Americana. All she could do was gawk at him open-mouthed. In that instant, she knew she had misjudged him terribly. She was sitting in a pool of cum because he betrayed her to Wicked Wanda. She was double-crossed and defeated.

Anger began to rise up deep inside the vanquished and thoroughly debauched super heroine. Will Willy walked over to her, his less that wee cock fully erect and looking as hard as a rock. He was clearly aroused and eager to finally get some of the super heroine he'd served for so long.

"Why? Why did you betray me, Willy?"

"Why not?" Her baby blues flashed. He grinned lecherously. "It was your own damn fault, Ms Americana. You FORCED me to tell you what I knew. I didn't like that. And then you wouldn't pay me my due." He looked her lush body over hungrily. "I'll take my payment in sex. Right now."

"You tell her, Wee Willy," Wicked Wanda said, laughing. "Fuck her long and hard, and in every orifice of her busty body."

"I will, Mistress!" he cried with enthusiasm, seizing Ms Americana's tits in both hands. Willy squeezed her right tit, while sucking milk from her nipple. He sucked it a few minutes, then sucked on the other tit, drinking deeply of her mother's milk. He then pushed her to her back, and pushed his cock into her sloppy wet pussy. They both groaned long and low as he thrust deep inside her. "God Almighty, this is going to be so fucking great."

"Wanna bet," Ms Americana growled. She quickly pulled her legs up and placed her high heeled feet on Wee Willy's belly. She locked eyes with him, as his eyes went wide. Then she thrust with all of her strength, "Party's over! Ms Americana is BACK!"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooow!" Wee Willy cried as he flew straight back.

"What the…!" Wicked Wanda cried, too late to stop Wee Willy from crashing into her. "Uughh."

The throne was toppled, and crashed five feet below and behind the días. Wicked Wanda lay stunned, with Wee Willy sprawled atop her. Ms Americana raced up the steps, and jumped down beside the incoherent witch. She picked Wee Willy up and threw him into the first two bodyguards to arrive. Then she pulled Wicked Wanda up by the hair and forced her to her knees.

"One more step and I will snap her neck," Ms Americana threatened. The bodyguards all stopped, glaring murderously at her. "Good boys. Now, everyone out! Get out or Wicked Wanda is a goner."

Reluctantly, hesitantly, they all backed out of the room, down the wide stairs.

Ms Americana quickly ball-gagged the beautiful witch, then bound her wrists to her elbows behind her back. Whenever Wanda threatened to regain full consciousness, the legendary Queen of Justice slammed her head into the floor until she was out again.

"Sometimes justice just feels right," Ms Americana said, holding a barely conscious Wicked Wanda up on her knees by her thick, silky black hair. "Hope you enjoyed molesting me, miscreant, for that will be the last pleasure you will know for a long time."

Ms Americana started patting the witch down, suppressing the pleasure she secretly felt running her hands over the witch's incredible body. But she found talismans and charms and wards, tossing them all in a pile. Then she heard a scuffling noise behind her.

Whirling around, Ms Americana discovered Wee Willy trying to sneak out.

"What do we have here?" Ms Americana said, sensuously rising to her feet. Wee Willy spun around to face her, and froze. Pure terror consumed his face. She smiled smugly and sauntered over, to stand over the much smaller man. "I do believe it is our little TRAITOR."

"Wait…ah….it's not what you think, Ms Americana," Wee Willy said. "I…I…I was CAPTURED by Wicked Wanda and forced to tell all I know by terrible magicks. Thank God you arrived in time to save me."

"Stuff it, Willy," she snarled, baby blues flashing. "You are going down with Wicked Wanda."

"No!" he cried, and spun around to run away.

Ms Americana seized him by the shoulders and hurled him back towards the bound and gagged witch. Wee Willy tripped over the witch and lay sprawled next to her, groaning miserably.

"As I recall, you were eager to stick your little dick into me," she said, pulling him to his feet. She frowned as she groaned with the effort. It reminded her she was de-powered, and that she needed to fetch her power belt. It wouldn't do her any good for days, but she couldn't allow it to fall into the wrong hands. So, unable to lift him up and throw him across the room, she again slung him with considerable force, sending him crashing into the white leather couch he had shared with Christina. "I'm going to teach you a valuable lesson in respect for superior women, before I call the police."

Wee Willy hit the couch and all but cartwheeled over it, to come crashing down on the other side. His whole body ached and he saw no salvation from his predicament. He heard the clicking of Ms Americana's heels on the marble floor, growing closer and closer. The street snitch realized she would follow through on her threat to "teach him a lesson." The only exit was the great stairs, and there was no way he could outrun a super heroine.

"Ah, there's my little punching bag," Ms Americana said, looking over the couch at him with that grating smug smile. She was so damn superior and self-absorbed. "Come on up and fight like a man, Willy."

Wee Willy panicked as she half crawled atop the couch and reached down one red gloved hand to grab him. He flung himself flat on his back, arms spread wide. His right hand touched something hard. It was a foot long, white and a gift from Wicked Wanda.

<The magic wand!> he thought, and snatched it up.

Wee Willy didn't know if the magic would work on a super heroine, or if Wicked Wanda's defeat left it powerless, but he had no choice. He thrust it at Ms Americana's hand.

"Freeze!"

"Stop being a coward and….ugh!" Ms Americana started to say, then froze.

Neither one moved for two full minutes. Wee Willy was too afraid to move, until he heard Wicked Wanda grunting in effort, trying to wiggle free of her bonds. Both women frightened him, so he had no choice but get up. But at no time did he allow the magic dildo to stop touching Ms Americana's hand. Then once to his feet, he slid the dildo up her arm, to rest on her shoulder.

"Nod if you can hear and understand me."

Ms Americana nodded.

"Will you obey my every command?"

"Yes."

Wee Willy smiled wickedly. "Kiss me."

Ms Americana didn't hesitate. She crawled the rest of the way onto the couch and knelt before him. Then smiling, she rose up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had a beatific look on her beautiful masked face as she leaned into the kiss, head tilted and eyes slowly closing.

"Mmmmm," they both moaned as her full red lips melted into his in a long, deep and sensuous kiss.

His lips slid all over her's, then their tongues began teasing and playing together deep in their mouths. With one hand holding the magic wand to Ms Americana's back and the other fondling a heavy tit, Wee Willy enjoyed the best make-out session of his life, for twenty minutes.

"Time to tame you for once and all time, and make you my eternal devoted sex slave," Wee Willy said. "Lay down on your back and spread your legs wide."

The Queen of Justice complied without hesitation or protest. She even GIGGLED. Wee Willy slid the magic dildo around her tits, then down her belly and finally plunged it six inches into Ms Americana's snatch.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Ah, the mating call of the North American Super Heroine," Wee Willy said, gloating as Ms Americana writhed below him. He pumped the foot long magic dildo in and out of the legendary vigilante vixen, spellbound watching her luscious body shaking and shimmying, jiggling and bouncing. Ms Americana's back arched as one climax after another claimed her body, and while she played with her own tits, squeezing and pulling the nipples, shooting out milk. "What a glorious sight and sound."

After about five minutes, where she had about twenty orgasms, Wee Willy wanted in on the fun. He wasn't sure how long it would take to make her his love slave, even without the dildo, so he kept fucking her pussy with the dildo while he guided his cock into her eager mouth.

"Ooooh, yeeesss," he groaned as she started sucking with a passion.

He was so excited Wee Willy shot his wad just a few minutes after she gobbled him down. Ms Americana, of course, sucked and licked him clean, then smacked her lips appreciatively afterwards.

"Mmmm, good stuff, master," she said wantonly. "Can I do it again now?"
Wee Willy smiled darkly. If was official, Ms Americana was his life time fuck toy from that moment on. He reached down and removed her mask.

"Brenda Wade," she said, even before her identity registered in his mind.

"Fucking A," Wee Willy cried. "I'm rich now!" He pulled out the dildo and she just rolled to her knees and stared up at him hungrily. Waiting for more sex. He laughed. "I could tame and CLAIM every rich woman in Delta City, and all the super heroines," he said. "Hell, I can fuck the rich bitches and make the super heroines my sexy bodyguards. And fuck them, too."

"Yes you can, master," Ms Americana said, watching him worshipfully. "And I can help you catch and tame them."

"Hey, do you know who all the other super heroines secret identities are?"

"No," she said. "Just Flag Girl's. She's my ward, Lydia Wills."

"Oh, yes," he thought. He knew who Lydia Wills was. Cooed cock tease extraordinaire. Soon, she would be his fuck toy too. "We'll go make her mine later tonight."

"Great," Ms Americana said, then glanced at Wicked Wanda when the witch screamed around the gag in frustration.

"Oh shit, we have to get out of here before she gets loose," he said. He started gathering up his clothes. "Go get your power belt and costume. Be quick."

"Why don't you just fuck her into submission?" Ms Americana said. "She might be a witch, but she is also a beautiful woman. All that rage is probably masking a sexually frustrated whore." Ms Americana's baby blues sparkled with wicked delight. "Release her inner whore like you released mine, master."

Wee Willy panicked. The idea of approaching Wicked Wanda to do evil, sexual things to her terrified him. She would kill him, or turn him into a toad. And he said so, but Ms Americana insisted she would be tamed by the magic dildo, and become his devoted sex slave just as she did. Unfortunately, Wicked Wanda heard them and redoubled her efforts to break free.

"She's gagged, and I removed all her magic talismans, so she is helpless right now," Ms Americana said, walking over to the struggling witch. The sexy super heroine fearlessly released a few buckles, unlaced a lacing, and released Wicked Wanda's spectacular tits. "Ooo, those are pretty."

They were more than pretty. Wicked Wanda's tits were spectacular. Second only to Ms Americana's gorgeous rack. The frantic witch's struggles made her tits bounce and jiggle. Wee Willy felt his cock start to harden again as he watched her.

"I don't think the magic wand would work on her," he said.

"Bull," Ms Americana said. Her red gloved hands cupped, then squeezed Wicked Wanda's left tit. Then the Queen of Justice bent over and licked, then sucked on a naked nipple. "Mmmm, good. She wouldn't be so afraid, so desperate to escape, if it wasn't a threat to her freedom. With just a little effort, you can own Wicked Wanda as a devoted sex slave, just like me."

Wee Willy walked over and stood over Wicked Wanda, ready to run away at the first sign of disaster. Wicked Wanda's emerald eyes locked on the magic dildo a long moment, filled with fear. He felt encouraged, and dropped to one knee beside her.

"Climax," Wee Willy said, pressing the dildo to Ms Americana's arm.

"Ooooooooogggggggggggggguuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!"

Willy grinned. The "magic wand" dildo was more powerful than he at first thought. Then he locked eyes with Wicked Wanda, who swallowed hard as she stared up into his eyes.

"Climax," Wee Willy commanded, pressing the magic dildo between Wicked Wanda's firm, white tits.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

"Climax."

"Uuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

"Climax."

"Eeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooggggggggggghhhhhh!"

"Pull her pants down, Ms A," Wee Willy said. The unmasked, conquered super heroine eagerly jumped to do his bidding. In no time Wicked Wanda's shiny black latex was stripped off the witch's sweet, round white rump, bundled around the top of her thigh boots. He ordered the witch to all fours, and shoved the white magic dildo all the way up her soaking wet pussy. "Take that, bitch."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhh!"

Wee Willy quickly moved up behind the constantly climaxing witch and pressed his cock against her sphincter. It clamped down immediately, denying him entry.

"Relax your butt hole completely and let me in," he commanded.

"Uummmmmm," she groaned, and relaxed.

"Yes," Wee Willy said, pushing deep into the witch's ass. "Stop fighting the magic, Wicked Wanda. I command you to submit to me, body and soul. I command you to surrender completely to me, and WANT to be my obedient and loving sex slave."

Wicked Wanda felt the magic wash through her super sexy body, an intense heat that burned away all resistance and independence. A violent, intense tremor consumed her body for a long moment. Wicked Wanda, the most feared criminal in Delta City, surrendered without struggle, unable to fight her own evil magic creation.

"Take off her gag," Wee Willy said, feeling Wicked Wanda's body change, and start to hump him back.

Ms Americana unbuckled the ball-gag. Wicked Wanda gasped and worked her sore jaw a moment, then groaned wantonly.

"Ooooooh, master," she breathed. "Soooo good. Fuck me, master. Fuck me forever."

"You've tamed her, master," Ms Americana said, looking quite pleased.

"Yes I did," he said, quite pleased with himself. "I conquered a legendary super heroine and a powerful witch, all in one night. I'm set for life. With the Wade fortune and Wicked Wanda's magic, I can live in luxury and safety for the rest of my life."

Schemes were already running through his mind. Schemes to capture and subjugate other rich, power beauties. Schemes to captured and tame other super heroines. With the richest, most beautiful women in the world to tend to his every whim, and tamed super heroines to protect him, he would live a charmed life from that moment on.

The excitement was too much. Wee Willy creamed Wicked Wanda's poop chute, making her have another mind-numbing orgasm. Then he got both women dressed in their respective costumes. Ms Americana's torn costume had to be repaired by Wicked Wanda's magic. Then Wicked Wanda collared Ms Americana, and put her on a leash, and followed Wee Willy out to the street.

The crowd was pleased to see Ms Americana tamed and collared, being walked like a dog. They had feared she was triumphant again. Wicked Wanda ordered her limo brought around, with the pop tartlet Christina in a sexed up chauffeur's uniform and hat driving it. They collected Wicked Wanda's other five sluts-in-waiting and left.

Heading for Wade Manor.

"Life is good," Wee Willy said, hefting the white dildo. "All thanks to my magic wand."

THE END