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

Ms Americana/Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills/Flag Girl are the creations of Mr. X. All other characters are my creations. 

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Brenda Wade: Happy New Year

by Pegasus

Brenda Wade's New Years party was a smashing success.

For one night, the richest, most powerful people in Delta City had gathered at Wade Mansion for an evening of drinking, socializing, and all-around goodwill. 

A veritable who's who of attendees included the mayor, Lou Segusi, a rotund and cruel man who disagreed with Ms. Wade on virtually every social matter the town was facing; the state's crooked governor; the chief of Delta's floundering police force, a man she neither liked nor respected; and hundreds of businessmen and politicians from across the country. 

City councilmen filled the hallways. Prominent investors in Wade Enterprises lounged by the buffet table and chatted. Dozens of senators and Fortune 500 CEOs had flocked to the mansion for what promised to be the best holiday bash the city had seen in years. There was no lack of history among the guests, but at the start of a new year, old enmities were forgotten and friendships were being forged, with the help of the largest stock of alcoholic beverages in one place the city had seen since its bootlegging days. It had been planned as such by Ms. Wade, who realized a house full of happy drunk people was better than a town full of sober angry people any day.

Brenda had apparently taken this idea to heart, as evidenced by her present state. Two bottles of champagne and countless Jell-O shots were inside her already, with midnight and the true beginning of the celebration still half-an-hour away. She wore a bright red cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that barely contained her ample bosom and a hem that perhaps came a bit too high up her thighs, showing off her spectacular stockinged legs in all their glory, right down to a pair of sequined red stiletto heels which almost glowed in the light. Her perfectly styled hair, jet black and wavy, cut across her face, hiding one eye, and descended to her shoulders and midway down her back. Her neck, ears, and wrists were alight with diamonds, her lips painted a deep ruby. 

She was the most beautiful woman in the city and the most desired piece of ass in the house, despite the plentitude of arm candy already present at the party. 

She also happened to be the drunkest woman in the county.

With a bottle of tequila in one bejeweled hand, she stumbled from room to room, tripping over her own feet, greeting her elite guests with a cheery giggle, a hiccup, and a glimpse of her deep cleavage. 

"I never drink!" she shouted amusedly over and over again to her astounded visitors, who had never seen her relinquish self-control like this. "I should do this more often!"

"Brendaaa," whined Wade's young ward Lydia Willis, "I think you've had too much to driiink."  

Willis had to take a break from flirting with the captain of her high school's football team when Brenda cut in to dance with the two of them to the music which filled Wade Manor's halls. Rick Segusi, the mayor's son, was one of many young second-generation socialites included on the guest list. Though he, like his father, despised the philanthropic Wade and everything she represented, he could not ignore the sight of her beautifully proportioned body gyrating rhythmically to the thumping bass, bumping her shapely hips into his as she lost herself in the music.

Eighteen-year-old Lydia had to drag Brenda away from Rick, hissing complaints in her ear that Brenda was enjoying herself a little too much.

"Nonsense, m'young ward," Brenda slurred, hiccupping, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Rick Segusi watched, wide-eyed, from over Lydia's shoulder. "I'm havin'a good time. You should too."

With that, she forced the bottle to Lydia's lips, pouring tequila generously into her mouth. Lydia swallowed most of it in her surprise, but some spilled out onto her chin, dripping down onto her own chest. Lydia had opted for more conservative attire - a sleeveless black turtleneck and jean skirt with gold flats. Her shimmering blonde hair was pulled up, and her lips glimmered with pink gloss. 

"Brendaaaa, you know I can't drink," she gasped, backing away from her mentor and brushing droplets of the bitter alcohol off her chest. "I'm barely eighteeeen!"

"So?" Brenda asked, eyes half-closed, swaying back and forth on her feet. "Doesn't mean y'shouldn't have a good time. Here. Take it." She shoved the bottle into Lydia's hands and turned to Rick. "Make sure she enjoys herself, 'kay hon'?" 

Rick nodded vigorously. Brenda hiccupped and giggled again. 

"You two be safe now," she slurred, and began to turn away. "I'm'a go get some more from the--"

With a loud crash, Brenda half-bumped, half-fell into one of the waiters carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres and champagne around the room. His tray flipped from his hand and hit Brenda in the chest as she fell, arms outstretched, smearing caviar on her exposed flesh.

Lydia turned away from Brenda in embarrassment, taking a strong pull of the tequila. Rick watched out of the corner of his eye as Brenda tried to right herself. With every attempt she slipped on the marble floor, and with every attempt her dress hiked a little further up her legs. Finally the dazed waiter helped his boss to stand, but by that time the fabric had lifted well above her waist, exposing her lacy black panties and garter belt to everyone who cared to look, which was everyone save for a distressed Lydia Willis, who pinched her nose and downed another gulp of tequila. 

"Here, Madame Wade," the waiter said sympathetically, pulling the hem of the cocktail dress back to its proper place as Brenda simply stood, eyes heavy-lidded, with a goofy grin plastered on her face. 

"Perhaps you should head upstairs to a washroom and clean up a bit," suggested the waiter gently. Brenda didn't react for a second, then her eyes focused on him and she nodded, tracing her index finger along the curvature of her left breast, collecting caviar which she then put in her mouth. 

"I'm'a go bathroom," she murmured. "Gotta go pee."

With a jolt, she began walking unsteadily for the door out to the staircase landing. Slowly conversations began again in the hushed room as she moved through the crowd, muttering "S'cuse me, s'cuse me," still with a toothy grin on her face. She made her way out to the landing of the grand oak staircase which led to the second floor of her enormous home. Gripping the bannister tightly and throwing out her other arm for balance, she ascended with care, stopping every few steps to hiccup and subsequently giggle at her own drunken state. She swayed her hips sexily to the music, still blaring downstairs, and when she reached the top step, she took a moment to steady herself before shouting, "Gawd, I'm so druuunk! Whoooo!!!"

A man passed on his way down the stairs and chuckled, "Yeah, we can see that, Ms. Wade," before patting her on the ass and descending out of sight. Something in her head told the inebriated Brenda that she should be mad at such treatment from a man, but before she could say anything she was distracted by a bout of hiccups. She started down the hallway towards one of the guest bedrooms, which was connected to the nearest bathroom. When she reached it, she found a group of six older men in ill-fitting tuxedos sitting around in the comfortable chairs which adorned the room. Each of them held a long cigar, and Brenda's alcohol-blurred daze was worsened by the heavy, noxious smoke which filled the room. Looking around, she squinted her blue eyes and recognized Mayor Segusi, the governor, the police chief, the state's two Senators, and Wade Enterprise's Board Chairman .

"Mayor S'gusi," Brenda began, leaning against the doorway and trying to act serious as she smoothed her dress over her flat stomach, "Gennulmen. I'd 'preciate it if you'd take your tobacco outside. This's a non-smoking resi-residuh-residence."

Segusi and his cronies were as taken aback by Brenda's nearly incoherent state as anyone else at the party had been. As she staggered dutifully across the room, the men hushed their conversation and admired her perfect body. Even deprived of her perfect grace by intoxication, the sight of Ms. Wade in such attire was enough to cause stiffening in their trousers. 

"Of course, Brenda," Segusi said with a half-smirk, but she failed to acknowledge his response. In her stupor, she simply brushed past them through the smoke and pushed the bathroom door wide, then slamming it behind her. 

With a heaving sigh of relief, Brenda Wade collapsed to a sitting position on the floor of the bathroom, throwing her hands out behind her to keep herself from falling backwards. She sat, chin on her chest, for a few moments, mumbling beneath her breath about Segusi and his pals. She could barely think straight; she kept having to remind herself where she was, and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. Slowly she regained some of her senses, enough to take in the room around her. 

The guest bathroom was awash in a soft orange glow from a number of lamp sconces on the walls. It was a relatively large bathroom, thin but long, with a large hot tub at one end, a shower at the other, and a toilet and sink in the middle, with benches on either side. Brenda had to blink several times before she realized there was someone else already in the bathroom with her.

Her head lolled to one side as she attempted to focus her eyes on what she perceived to be a man, crouching by the sink and the bench beside it. 

"Whuh... who?" she said in a low voice, her head feeling three sizes to large. The smoke outside had only made her dizzier.

"Oh, excuse me, Ms. Wade," said the man. Finally she recognized his face; he was one of the young VPs from an advertising agency who had been invited to the party, which felt miles away now. "I'll get out of your way."

"Nuh... no, wait, what're you doing?" she asked, focusing further on the young man, who held in his hand a small baggy filled with what looked like pills. 

"Oh, I was just..." He paused, nervous. Her eyes finally saw what he had been trying to conceal on the bench behind him: a small mirror, no bigger than his hand, with three thin lines of white powder on it.

"Are... are you doing.. drugs in here? Izzat cocaine?" she asked, more incredulous than angry. Her lips split into a smile again at the look on the face of the young man, who had broken out in a sweat. 

"Are you alright, Ms. Wade?" the young man asked, desperately trying to change the topic of conversation, inching in front of the mirror to conceal it from view. "You seem a little out of it."

Brenda chuckled and hiccupped, then reached up with one hand to wipe some caviar off her upper chest. The sudden movement caused her to lose balance, though, and she fell backwards into a prostrate position on the floor. She let out a guffaw and rolled onto her side, crushing her breasts between her arms and giving the young man a nice view of her rack. Suddenly a thought popped into his head.

"Yeah, I'm good," she giggled. "I'm just tryin'a have some fun out there, y'know! It's'a New Year!"

"Oh, yeah, that's all I'm doing too," he gulped.

"Whuh? Oh, yeah, right, the co-cocaine," she sighed, eyes closed, one hand absent-mindedly stroking her breast. 

"Say, do you want some, Ms. Wade?" the young VP ventured.

"No, I don't do drugs," she murmured. "Gotta set an example."

"Oh, okay. I was just asking if you wanted... if maybe you wanted to have a good time. Coke's a really good time. I mean, it's an All-American drug."

Brenda's eyes opened slightly. 

"I like having a good time," she said quietly, drooling a little from the corner of her mouth. She tried to sit up again, and he reached over to hold her, pulling her towards the bench. 

"I dunno, it's kind of a young person's drug," he said.

She hiccupped, waking up a little more, enough almost to be angry.

"Heyyy," she said groggilly. "I'm not old. I like having a good time."

"Why don't you try some then," he said, placing a rolled-up hundred dollar bill in her hand and guiding her face to the mirror, holding her hair away from her beautiful face. 

Brenda's mind was reeling. She had built her life around being a role model, a straight arrow. But she had had so much to drink tonight, and it was sure nice. Now this nice boy was telling her how nice cocaine was, and it was right in front of her...

She closed her eyes, put the bill in her nose, and inhaled deeply.

The result was instantaneous. 

A stinging sensation filled Brenda Wade's nasal passage and spread to the back of her throat. She whipped her head back as the feeling left her face - she felt a growing numbness on her cheeks and nose, and then warmth in her limbs. The young man leaned backwards as Brenda let out a wheezing breath. She craned her long neck back and closed her eyes.

"Guh-huh-haaaaahhhh!" 

As the stinging dissipated, she sucked in a long, ragged breath through her nose, eyes screwed shut. Her hand came up and impotently patted at her nose before she lost her balance and fell onto her back once more. The numbness was spreading through her like a tingling wave; down her throat, across her shoulders and back, down the center of her abdomen...

Inside her body, the cocaine was mixing with the large amounts of alcohol she had taken, and in the back of her head she could feel something more; by putting such a drug into her body unnaturally, she had been temporarily robbed of the powers that let her become the crime-fighting vigilante heroine Ms. Americana. 

The implications of these facts didn't stay long in her mind, however, as a feeling of euphoria washed over her quivering body. The man could only watch as she shook, nearly convulsing as warmth and pure relaxation filled her. Her movements, while frantic, could not help but arouse him. His eyes stuck to the jiggling of her creamy breasts, which with every movement threatened to burst from their constraints.

"Uggghhhh gaawwddd," she breathed as her hands balled into fists and beat the floor. Behind the numbness and warmth came an itching feeling, rising from deep within her to take hold below her waist. Suddenly she could feel with startling intensity an itch deep in her womb. It spread up her belly and into her breasts, and before she knew it she was having to gasp for air. This was pure arousal, plain and simple. 

"Are you - are you okay?" the man asked.

Brenda let out a strained but maniacal laugh as she writhed on the floor before him. She licked her crimson lips and her mouth tried to form words as she frantically rubbed her legs together. She was desperate to quell the burning, the need deep within her, but it was only growing with every second. Part of her already knew how this was going to end.

"Muh... muh... more," she finally growled, eyes opening a sliver to let tears escape from the corners. 

The man swiftly grabbed the mirror from the bench and handed it to a frantic Brenda, who tilted it and poured the remaining cocaine into her mouth and licked it clean. As her body began to convulse anew, one of her hands hiked up her dress and dove into her lace panties, beginning a furious rubbing that left the man in the bathroom with her speechless. It was like a dream come true, he thought as he prepared to lower his pants.

But then the dream ended. With a bang, the door to the bathroom swung wide, revealing Mayor Segusi, who along with his cohorts and a heavy cloud of smoke entered the bathroom without warning.

"Just what the hell is going on in - oh, God," Segusi gasped at the sight before him. 

The man who had supplied Brenda Wade with cocaine looked up in slack-jawed horror.

"What have you done, boy?" inquired Segusi. 

He couldn't answer.

"What's wrong with her?" Segusi gestured to Wade, who was trying to hug herself across the chest with one hand while the other continued its invasion of her pussy. Her long legs were lifted into the air, kicking lamely, and her dress was hiked up to her navel. Deep guttural sounds emanated from her throat. Her face was a mix of ecstasy and worried frustration.

"I - I - I-I-I gave her some... cocaine."

"What? Jesus H. Christ," Segusi said as Brenda continued to thrust her pelvis into the air, making love to an invisible partner. "How much? She'd been drinking already!"

The man stammered but could not answer. He merely held up the mirror. 

"Get the fuck out of here," Segusi said forcefully, and the man before him felt his lust for the helpless Ms. Wade give out to his fear of Segusi's wrath. He scampered out of the bathroom and into the hall.

When he was gone, one of the men behind Segusi asked, "What are we going to do?"

For a moment they were all silent, and the only sound in the room was that of their hostess feverishly fingering herself on the floor, rolling back and forth and letting out tiny squeaks as her self-control died.

"What do you think?" Segusi finally said."We're gonna see just how fucked up Brenda Wade is."

With that he tossed his cigar into the sink and removed his tuxedo jacket, approaching the lovely Ms. Wade. 

"Brenda," he said calmly, standing above her. There was no response; she seemed a world away. "Brenda," he repeated, louder, and this time there was an extra twitch of her body as her name was called. Her head turned in the direction of the sound, and her fingers slowed their rubbing. "Brenda, look at me," Segusi said soothingly. Finally she looked up at him through glossy eyes. The inside of her head was a cacophony - she was looking out from inside the tumult, seeing a man she barely recognized through a haze of unbridled lust. Her fingers began moving faster again, but her body stopped its trembling.

"Are you alright, Brenda," Segusi enquired, kneeling beside her stricken form. 

"So... so hot," she rasped, trying to articulate with words the profound emotion of desire inside her body. "So hot."

"You've had quite a bit to drink," Segusi said with a faux-sympathetic tone. "And I've been told you've ingested some drugs as well."

"Please, I need," Brenda moaned, unable to form whole sentences. "Want so bad."

"You need to fuck?" Segusi said tersely. It seemed to shock Brenda out of some level of her stupor. She smiled as if hearing the word was like seeing an old friend. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

"You want us to fuck you?" he asked, and she flinched at the question's crudeness.

"Whaa... no... No, Mayor Segusi. I... I don't... I hate you..." 

Whatever thought she meant to express after that was swept aside as more shockwaves of pleasure shot from her head to her toes and her hand dove whole-heartedly into her vagina.

"I hate you too, Brenda," Segusi smiled, rising to his feet and unbuttoning his pants. The men behind him gasped at this development, unable to take their eyes off of Brenda's squirming hot body.

Segusi let his pants drop and stepped out of them. The grotesquely fat man stood with shirt hanging down over his boxers, his stumpy legs leading down into dark socks. With one hand he lifted the shirt and opened his boxers, pulling from underneath the rolls of fat his already-erect penis. 

"Now hold on," said one of the men behind Segusi. Stepping forward, he was revealed to be the chief of police, Hubert Wake. "I don't like Brenda Wade any more than you do, Lou, but you're talking about taking advantage of a helpless woman. And a rich and powerful one at that."

"Bert," Segusi intoned while distractingly massaging his slug-like dick, "Don't tell me what I'm doing is any worse than what your men do to drunk girls outside the bars on Friday nights. I keep that under wraps, so I expect this not to leave the room as well. That goes for all of you."

In the silent seconds that followed, the only noise in the bathroom was the continued self-torture of Brenda Wade, who finally kicked off her heels, her shapely legs sticking straight up into the air. The men in the room looked past the mayor to Wade and all felt similar stiffening in their pants.

"Now close the damn door," Segusi said.

One of the state senators complied, carefully closing and locking the bathroom door, then along with the other men throwing his cigar into the sink. Of all the men, however, it seemed only Segusi was prepared to move forward with the unspoken act about to take place.

The mayor began by kneeling his hulking form beside that of Brenda Wade, who seemed completely ignorant of the men in the room or their sinister intentions as she wiggled her generous hips, desperate for satiation. The brief horror which had passed over her only a moment before had apparently passed - she was once again within herself.

Then, with no warning, Segusi reached out with his short, meaty fingers, grasped the front of Brenda's dress and pulled, unceremoniously creating a tear from her cleavage down to her navel, bearing her brassiere-encased breasts and her supermodel figure to their gazes. Their was a simultaneous loss of breath among the room as they took in the sight.

The best word to describe Brenda Wade's lingerie-clad breasts was "beautiful." Pushed high up on her chest and into each other, the two magnificent globes fought against the lacy black bra which held them. Flesh swelled over the edges of the bra, at all times threatening to escape. The straps strained, taut, practically digging into her shoulders to support the weight of her bosom. Tanned, creamy and smooth, the moody light of the bathroom played across them wonderfully, casting shadows in her deep cleavage. 

Brenda let out a shout as her dress was destroyed by the mayor's hands. Her shock was overrun by a tingling which started in her arms and shot to her jaw - it was the feeling of Segusi's skin on hers, all sensation amplified hundreds of times by the drug coursing through her veins.

She looked up with glazed eyes at the man who had caused such feelings within her, dimly aware of who he was and what he was planning, and what it meant for her. They locked gazes, Segusi's grotesque visage spreading into a wide smile even as Brenda's full lips quivered in apprehension. 

"Nuh," she whimpered, removing her had from her panties and lamely trying to pull her dress back over her crotch to preserve her crumbling modesty. But it was only another moment before Segusi ripped the red cocktail dress down to the hem and tore it once and for all from her body, bearing her whole lace-and-jewelry-adorned body to all the men in the room. Abruptly, several more pairs of pants dropped. Brenda Wade looked around wildly, feeling at the core of her soul an instinct to resist what would undoubtedly be forced upon her in the coming minutes. Her arms flailed wildly and Segusi had to clutch her wrists in his hands before lifting one of his flabby legs in order to straddle Brenda's stomach. The hulk of a man loomed over her, forcing her arms down to the floor beside Brenda's head. 

The hapless heroine, now entering the true high of the cocaine she had just ingested, did not even register the tragedy of her evaporated power, which would have allowed her to easily subdue the troll Segusi - instead she felt heat rush through her body at the moments of human contact, increasing with every passing second the arousal flooding her. And with every second, she lost the will to resist her rape.

"Nuh-oooo," she moaned, more out of an inherent compulsion to resist than out of any logical response. "Mmmmmmnnnoooo."

"Hush now, Brenda dear," Segusi intoned, leaning forward and unabashedly placing his lips on hers. Her horror at the feeling of his slimy penis on her upper abdomen was replaced by an explosion of heat and power as she unwittingly kissed him back full force. It was as if she had placed her tongue in an electric socket, when in fact she was driving it into Mayor Segusi's mouth and exploring his teeth and gums. When their tongues met, she moaned in satisfaction, her body rising to meet his without any hesitation.

When he pulled away, strings of saliva still connecting their mouths, he looked down on a changed woman. Her eyelids were heavy with lust, her cheeks flushed, her jaw shaking so violently she could barely get out the words between gasps:

"Get in me."

Segusi grinned as the last of the trousers in the bathroom hit the floor. Eyes locked with Brenda Wade's lusty stare, he moved his corpulent bulk down over her slim body, the head of his penis trailing a line down from the underside of her cleavage, through her navel, ending between her legs. Releasing his victim's wrists, Segusi wasted no time ripping her garter belt asunder and placing his thumbs under the straps of her delicate panties, grazing her hips and eliciting a gasp from Brenda.

"TEN..."

From elsewhere in the mansion, Segusi could hear people chanting. At first it was not clear what they were all saying, but soon he figured it out - they were counting down to midnight. The New Year was about to begin. 

"NINE..."

Segusi looked up as he tightened his grip. Brenda had her hands placed flatly on the floor, steadying herself. The beautiful socialite, a notorious ice queen, who had shut down some of Delta City's most eligible bachelors, had her teeth bared and breathed heavily through them, nostrils flared and eyes alive with fire, though they were still glazed over, as if she was in a trance. There was no doubt about it: she wanted to be fucked. By him, of all people.

"SEVEN..."

He smiled and turned to the other men standing by the door. They all shared the same vacuous expression as they watched, most of them clutching their dicks.

"SIX..."

He pulled his hands to the sides, thrilling at the sound of the fibers of her panties coming apart. 

"FIVE..."

With a curt tearing sound, the lace came apart and the panties were shredded, revealing the well-trimmed pussy of Brenda Wade, which wept with lust.

"FOUR..."

"She's ready for me, boys," he gloated, earning a collective grunt from the small crowd of onlookers. Some began masturbating in earnest.

"THREE..."

Segusi threw the panties to one side in triumph, then slipped his pudgy hands underneath his prize, squeezing the perfection of her ass deeply, lifting her hips to him.

"TWO..."

Brenda quavered beneath Segusi, both of them filled to the brim with tangible lust.

"ONE..."

He nudged her slit with the head of his penis, eliciting a low, desperate groan from the coked-up and painfully horny woman.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Mayor Segusi plunged his cock into Brenda Wade's vagina and thrust against her with all his might.

"Huuuooohhh!!!" Brenda cried as Segusi's penis surged into her up to the hilt, his tangle of brown pubic hair grinding into her neat black strip. The fire that had burned inside her pussy exploded and spread as he pulled back and thrust again. 

"Hrrraahhhhh!!!" she screamed as outside, in the house she owned, people celebrated the beginning of a new year. The back of her brain raged at what was happening, even as her body responded with gusto. This was wrong, this was rape... Such disgusting men did not deserve this from a woman, the superior sex... These thoughts were being eaten away, however, as Brenda's pleasure centers erupted like fireworks in her head, in her loins, and throughout her body.

"FFFFFUCK!" she shouted as Segusi worked her pussy. He placed his hands on her shoulders to keep his thrusts from moving her across the floor and enjoyed the feeling of her vaginal muscles clamping down on him for dear life. Her wet warmth enveloped his shaft completely as he slammed into her. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooohhh!!!"

Her eyes shut with ecstasy, she moaned louder and louder with each thrust, fingernails scraping the floor with excess delight. Her muscular legs, still stockinged, folded around his wide waist to allow him to penetrate even deeper into her. 

"Oh, Goddd," she groaned through her teeth, bucking in time to his thrusts. As if through magic she felt her breasts swell as her arousal went through the roof. Now more than ever they were at risk of simply bursting free. They bounced up and down as she and the mayor moved together, sometimes coming close to slapping her in the chin. Giving all control of their movements to Segusi, she brought one hand to her right breast to squeeze it to the lacy material of her bra, while the other hand moved down to strum her clit madly. Fire exploded within her anew. She felt her mouth go dry and pressure behind her eyes as she masturbated while Segusi continued to fuck her senseless. With one thrust he backed her up to the wall so she adapted to the new position, sitting with her back against the wall as each impact shook her whole being. She continued to reach new levels of pleasure she would ever have thought imaginable, and it seemed there were more still to come.

The mutation that gifted Brenda Wade with powers far beyond those of mortal women came at a price. Women like her, who had been born with what many dubbed the "Aphrodite Gene," gave them peak physical abilities, but at the same time made them vulnerable to seduction like no other women who ever walked the earth. Their shapely figures and attractive features made them ideal mates on an instinctual level, and they were many times more susceptible to male pheromones than regular females - in other words, it was easy to get them into the sack. Aphrodite women were also born with a gene found in dogs and horses which made them very easy to tame, for lack of a better word, through sexual intercourse. There were many mystic, magical, and supernatural explanations for what happened to Aphrodite women, but in truth it was really only biological; when a sufficient pleasure level was reached within the female, they bonded to whoever had gifted them with that pleasure as a pet does to its owner. 

Brenda had been taught these rules long ago and told to keep it in mind during her career of crime-fighting, and now the words were running through her head at light speed, over and over again as sanity slipped away from her under Mayor Lou Segusi's cock. Words like "seduction," "mates," "pleasure," "sex," "tamed," and "owner." Her hand left her breast and reached up to caress his wincing, sweaty face as he fucked her furiously. This man was her world right now. Would he be her master? Would he tame her?

Whatever speculation her drug-addled mind could conjure was derailed when something slimy and hot pushed against her cheek. As if waking from a long slumber, she pulled her attention away from the sound fucking she was receiving and looked up to see one of the other men from the room standing beside the fucking couple, stroking his erect penis in her face. She could smell it from this close. Before her eyes, a droplet of pre-cum emerged from his piss slit and dropped to the floor.

"Muh?" she grunted.

"I - I want you to suck it," the man above her, who she now recognized as Chief of Police Hubert Wake, said. Segusi continued to pound away in her pussy, and she had trouble not screaming aloud in bliss, much less paying attention to Wake, a man who through the mist of fucklust she remembered having even less respect for than the mayor. Her eyes closed and she turned away from Wake's cock, beginning to forget almost immediately that he existed as the feelings Segusi's cock gave her washed over her again.

Then suddenly, there was an explosion of light in her eyes, and it took a moment for the pain to register in her cheek before she realized Wake had slapped her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him again, shock registering on her face as one of her cheeks grew even redder.

"I said suck it, Wade," the police chief said, raising his hand and bringing it down again to land on her other cheek. Now he had her attention. The only question was whether or not she would do it. The penis was still there, hovering in front of her, seemingly the only thing in focus in the room. The angry red head stared at her and she found herself wondering why not. Maybe this cock would provide as much pleasure as the one in her pussy, which was driving her out of her mind.

The hand massaging her breast left and came up to encircle the penis from below and guide it to her mouth. She licked the head hesitantly, eyes on its owner so she wouldn't be caught by surprise if he hit her again. The taste was not unpleasant, but she was so numbed by the coke that she couldn't say rightly what she felt. Already Segusi's ministrations inside her were taking their toll again, leading her ever close to orgasm, so she decided to get straight to it and inhaled the police chief's cock.

At first it seemed alien, but soon she began to enjoy the feeling of it in her mouth. Searching over it with her tongue, she gained enjoyment from its musky flavor, the variation between hard and soft parts, the pulsating veins, its sheer warmth.

She swiped it back and forth with her tongue, let it push against the inside of her cheek, the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat. She nibbled at the soft skin and kissed the underside of the glans, tickling it all the while with the tip of her tongue. She bathed it in saliva, gargling it. Any pleasure she gained from it melded with that radiating from below her waist and she got into the rhythm, becoming nothing more than a blur of fucking motion. One of her hands found its place on Segusi's shoulder, the other wrapped around one of Wake's fat legs. Segusi had her backed against the wall, slamming her tirelessly, each thrust allowing her a greater high, causing her to gasp and moan uncontrollably around the penis in her mouth. Bubbles formed at the corners of her beautiful lips as they slid up and down the shaft, the blowjob becoming noisier with the passing seconds. She and Segusi grunted in unison as Wake stood above them, head lolling around on his shoulders from pleasure.

Segusi's breathing became ragged and wheezy, louder all the time. Brenda increased the force of her thrusts back in anticipation - her mind had never been so devoted to one task as it was at this moment. The entirety of her soul was telling her to do one thing - fuck. He felt heat building behind his genitals as he began the final, irreversible ascent towards orgasm.

But it seemed the chief of police, with Brenda's assistance, had gotten there first.

"Huurrhhh," Wake groaned breathily, reaching out to clutch Brenda's hair and pulling his cock from her mouth. Her eyes opened to the sight of arcs of semen flying towards her. It seemed Wake had been waiting all his life for the moment, such were the stores he unleashed upon the debauched socialite. The first rope painted a diagonal line from below one eye to above the other. A second hit her dead on the nose and another directly under it, dribbling onto her upper lip. The two final spurts hit her on the cheek. The cum-painted Brenda Wade looked up with a grin at Hubert Wake, stroking his testicles compulsively and licking the last drops of semen from his shaft.

This picture of pure sexuality was enough to put Mayor Segusi over the edge, finally, as he felt pleasure welling up from behind his cock. He began thrusting more rapidly, madly even, drawing Brenda's attention away once again from Police Chief Wake, who backed away and sat on one of the room's benches to recover.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" grunted Brenda, over and over again as Segusi pounded away. Her voice got louder and higher as she began to lose control, liquid heat boiling up within her. Segusi reached forward to fervently claw at her bra straps until he had pulled them down her arms, then slipped his fingers under the cups and exerted all his strength in tearing them away from her, releasing at last her mammoth tits to the view of her adoring audience. Segusi's hands grabbed as much of the titflesh as he could and his head dipped to latch on to one rock-hard nipple. Brenda screamed as loud as she had since the proceedings began, and Segusi gave one final thrust as he shot his wad deep into her. They held their positions for a moment, frozen in glorious rapture. Segusi gave several final mini-thrusts before he relented and backed away, pulling out of her sopping wet pussy as her legs released him and fell limply to the floor.

Segusi sat back on the floor as his erection faded, wheezing loudly but unable to remove the smirk from his face. Brenda, meanwhile, simply slouched to the side and slid down the wall. Her tongue ventured out meekly to sample the cum running down her face, which was stuck in a beatific grin. Part of her brain acknowledged that she had not, in fact, climaxed, and therefore still held claim to her body; she had not been tamed. Another, larger part was repeating her that it wanted an orgasm more than anything on Earth, and prayed for the completion of her debasement. As this turmoil slowly churned within her, Brenda closed her eyes and rode the seemingly never-ending high she was on. She felt like she was floating, like her head wasn't attached to her shoulders anymore. What should she care what became of her body?

After the mayor had recovered his breath, he looked up at the awe-struck men around them. 

"Who's next?" he asked.

There was a pause. There were four men in the bathroom who had yet to even touch Brenda Wade, and their dicks stood rigid, pointing straight at her slack form. The first among them to speak was the state's supposedly straight-laced governor, Bud Uronner.

"Well, if we're going to do this," Uronner said, stepping forward, "I'm sure as hell not about to do it on a bathroom floor. There's a perfectly god bed right outside here."

After a moment there was a grunt of concurrence from the group, which included (besides Uronner, Segusi, and Wake) Senators Reed Emannuel and Kent Hoyt and Wade Enterprises Chairman Ira Caull. Hoyt, a skinny, nervous man, reached over and opened the door, while Emmanuel reached down and grasped one of Brenda's thin wrists.

"Get her out here," Uronner said coolly as he walked out into the bedroom, removing his jacket, loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt. 

The group followed, with Segusi and Wake at the rear. Emmanual dragged Brenda's limp body by her wrist, eliciting a faint but painful moan from the sky-high woman. Her legs kicked feebly as she was hauled across the carpet to the large, four-poster bed which jutted into the center of the room.

"Hummmm?" she groaned questioningly, looking up with a string of sperm over one eye at the circle of men who were eyeballing her greedily, cocks still out and ready. 

"Up on the bed," Uronner ordered, and the two senators grabbed her under the arms and lifted her, then tossed her unceremoniously onto her stomach on the edge of the bed, her bare ass raised to them. He waved at the tatters of the black brassiere, which still clung to her body. "And get that off her for good."

Emmanuel rolled her over onto her back and started sliding the straps down her arms, all of them enjoying the jiggling of the fleshy mounds which sat on her chest, retaining their perfect spherical shape.

"Brenda," the governor said firmly, and she raised her head, smiling faintly in acknowledgment. "What do you want?"

She was silent.

"We're going to fuck you," he said matter-of-factly. "All of us. Maybe at once. Sound alright to you?" 

In truth, it didn't matter how she responded, but Uronner's pulse upped its tempo as Brenda's face split into a stupid smile.

"Fucking's good," she said merrily. She shut her eyes and hugging herself, rolling from side to side on her back and rubbing her legs together once more to stoke the fires down below. Savoring every syllable on her lips, tongue, and teeth, she excited them all by breathing, "I like to fuck."

"I thought so," he smiled, and then approached the bed calmly. Each of his hands took one of her ankles and he pulled her legs apart, bring her already well-used vagina to the room. The governor slid his hands down from the ankles of her raised, stockinged legs, over her calves, kneecaps and finally those luscious thick thighs, finally resting his palms on the sides of her hips. Brenda, her face still lined with cum, just watched as she was pulled to meet him. When she was close enough to his standing form, she reached down to take hold of his penis. Despite his calm composure, Uronner's heart was racing at the contact. Lovingly, Brenda guided him into her. She was already slick with sex fluids, but she was so naturally tight Uronner that it made little difference. He pushed and he was in, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. Hefting her legs onto his shoulders, he began.

Bud Uronner had wanted to fuck Brenda Wade since he met her. She was 17, accompanying her wealthy industrialist father on a gubernatorial campaign stop when he ran against Uronner's predecessor. Even then, her figure had been unnaturally voluptuous, impossible to ignore. She had inherited her father's liberal tendencies, and even though Mr. Wade had lost his election bid, his place at the top of Wade Enterprises had put him in a place to block significant conservative legislation in the state. Legislation Uronner had pushed for. Now, Uronner was ready to take out some of the frustration, both sexual and governmental, that she had caused him in the course of the decade he had known her.

Once inside her, he pulled back almost all the way out and paused. Looking down, he saw a concerned look on Brenda's face. She wanted somebody inside her bad. He complied. 

Uronner was a bigger man than Segusi, and in better shape. His thrusts shook Brenda to the core. They were so powerful, so brutal, so irregularly paced that she had trouble adapting to a rhythm; she could only lie on her back like a pice of meat and be fucked. But that was alright with her. With every determined flick of his hips, Uronner snarled and grunted. The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded in the room, backed by the heavy breathing of the two as he made awkward, angry love to her. Brenda lay back, neck craned and eyes screwed shut.

The three men standing around with their dicks out (Segusi and Wake had covered up) could take it no more. 

Ira Caull was the first to approach, from the side of the bed, fisting his long, thin erection. Years of working under CEO Brenda Wade had put his frustration almost as high as Uronner's. He sank his hand into her black mane of hair and started pulling her across the bed. She whimpered but had to move with him, until she was situated diagonally on the mattress and her head fell backwards over the edge. Uronner continued hammering away, turning slightly to accommodate her new position. Brenda looked up at Caull in something like fear, losing her cool as sensation flooded her body once again as a result of the governor's thrusting.

Caull looked down at her with a half-smile on his face. Her mouth was wide open already and through the near-fright in her eyes he could see apprehension. She not only expected what was coming; she wanted it. He lifted his penis and slid it in, sighing at the sudden warmth and wetness. She closed her lips around his length and sucked hard, calming considerably as she was able to focus on the task at hand. Her eyes closed in pleasure, not that Caull could see it; his testicles rested on her nose, hiding much of her semen-splattered face from view. Her hands came up to fondle those testicles and his shaft as he eased it deeper into her mouth. He saw her neck bulge as he sank his dick in her throat; the feeling was wondrous. Pulling back, he held her head in his hands carefully and delighted to the sound of his boss slurping the excess saliva off his penis and moaning at the taste.

His gaze was drawn to her exposed breasts, which bounced back and forth wildly with every one of Uronner's violent thrusts. For years he had looked longingly at these breasts, always so visible yet so unattainable, so near and yet so far. Filling out suit jackets or other business attire, they were distractingly on display at countless board meetings and around the office. To Caull, the slightest hint of her cleavage had been enough to provide material for a year's worth of fantasies. Now here they were, exposed to him; two perfect, creamy breasts of staggering size, topped with swollen, puffy nipples. His hand shot out to grip one of them, marveling at their amazing firmness as he kneaded the titflesh. He could hear Brenda giggling around his cock, and he released an explosive, anxious guffaw himself; he had been waiting for a moment like this for years.

As Brenda blew Caull enthusiastically and Uronner's brutish ministrations heated her from the inside like a furnace, the two senators finally lost their last reservations. After watching her athletic, well-toned body bucking beneath the governor, Emmanuel climbed onto the bed and laid his hands on her. Spreading his palms over her flat, muscular stomach, down to her wide hips, up to the base of her breasts... his erection was threatening to burst already, and Brenda responded to his every touch; he was playing her like an instrument.

Meanwhile Sen. Hoyt stepped up alongside Caull, eyes crazy as he looked down at the socialite-turned-slut eagerly fellating his associate. After wiping his own penis on her cheeks and chin, he leaned down to kiss and nip at her neck, behind her ears, down to her chest. One of his hands strayed down to palm her breasts roughly as he nibbled harder and harder on her shoulder. Soon he was full-on biting her supple flesh, groping wildly, scratching deeply with his fingernails. His fervor was shared by his fellow rapists; soon Emmanuel was practically mauling her tits and belly and Caull's nervous pokes became confident thrusts that gagged an increasingly excited Brenda, who in her mentally-impaired state felt only men worshipping her with their bodies. Their bodies and their luscious cocks. The only thing in the world she enjoyed more than tasting a sweaty cock in her mouth, she realized dimly, was a powerful thrusting rod in her pussy.

The feverish handling she was receiving was taking its toll, however: bite marks, scratches and welts began to pop up on her upper torso; the array of diamonds and jewels decorating her graceful neck was stripped from her and fell to the floor in pieces; her nipples turned a raw red color from over-use. Her tits swelled to even greater size from sustained arousal and attention. They throbbed with lust, hotter than any other part of her body, save her pussy, which Uronner was stepping up his assault on. Her stockings began to split at the seams a the governor clawed at her thighs and the silky material lining them. He was fucking her so hard it began to hurt her hips, which had given up long ago trying to coordinate with him. Uronner grumbled under his breath, cursing and swearing at the helpless woman he was violating.

At long last, he pulled out, wiping his forehead and letting Brenda's legs fall to the bed uselessly. 

"Enough," Uronner panted. "This isn't doing it for me." 

Caull, Emmanuel, and Hoyt paused and looked up expectantly.

"Turn this cunt over," Uronner said. "I'm gonna fuck her other hole." 

With a disappointed gasp, Brenda let Caull take his cock out of her mouth. Then the chairman, with the help of the two senators, rolled her onto her stomach and the governor took hold of her firm, raised ass. Gripping a cheek in both hands, Uronner dug his fingers in then pulled back and spanked one, sending a flat smacking sound around the room and eliciting a slight whimper from the helpless woman.

"Yeah," he hissed. "You like that shit, don't you Wade? Like getting your ass smacked, you little whore. C'mere, whore."

Brenda mumbled incoherently through a mouth full of saliva, drooling heavily as Uronner grabbed her hips and jerked her up onto all fours, pulling her to him once again. He pulled her cheeks apart, placing his cockhead at the entry to her anus and wiping his already-slick shaft over it. Then he placed two fingers into her and spread the tiny orifice before beginning to force his penis in. 

Brenda moaned long and low at the intrusion. It didn't feel like he could get any deeper; it felt cold and unnatural. But true to form, the cocaine was already numbing the potential pain, turning it into unholy pleasure. Even the pain from the abuse to her shoulders and chest was glowing with happy heat. She squeezed her swollen tits between her arms as she knelt on the bed, biting her lower lip as she waited for more cock to enter her. She considered herself both lucky and unlucky that Uronner had a small peter.

"Wanna get fucked, honey?" the governor grunted. "Wanna get fucked up your ass? Here it comes baby. Here it comes, little bitch."

The only word Brenda could manage to get out, albeit repeatedly, through her clenched teeth, was "Yeah." To the best of her ability, she relaxed the muscles in her lower body, preparing.

"Here it comes!" Uronner shouted, then shoved the last inches of his member into her without much resistance. 

"Gggg-uuuhhhh!!" Brenda groaned, trembling as Uronner reared back for his second thrust before beginning his humping in earnest.

"You're gonna get fucked good tonight, Wade," he said joyfully. "You like that? You like it, ya drunk cunt?"

Brenda couldn't answer him, though; already Caull had climbed onto the bed in front of her and returned his cock to her mouth. He put one hand behind her head, holding her hair back, and put the other below her jaw in order to accommodate a proper face-fucking. The only sounds coming from her were ragged gagging noises as his cock hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Thick saliva spilled copiously from her mouth down her chin and onto the bed or her swinging tits as she found herself caught in a spit-roasting. Uronner was apparently ready for a less fervent fucking once he got into her ass, and all three of them adapted to a rhythm.

It didn't last long, however.

Apparently tired of being a bystander, Emmanuel leaned forward and put a hand on the governor's shoulder. 

"Hold on," he said. "I want a piece before this goes any further."

"Yeah, me too," said Hoyt, masturbating from the side as he watched Brenda continue to eagerly slurp on Caull's cock, even though he had stopped thrusting into her.

Uronner sighed.

"...Okay," he said. "Get on the bed. Here's what we're gonna do."

A minute later, Uronner was lying on his back and helping a delirious Brenda Wade re-mount his iron-hard erection. Her considerably loosened asshole fit snugly around him as she sat slowly, cooing in pleasure as she gyrated her hips. Uronner looked up at her from behind; her already scratched and clawed-at back, and the wavy mane of black hair descending down it, was his only view of the raving whore Brenda wade had become. Once she got situated with his cock firmly embedded in her, Brenda reclined and spread her legs to allow Kent Hoyt to fit in-between them. Hoyt removed her stockings once and for all in a few swift yanks, then parted her labia and forced himself into her.

"Ooooohhhh," he moaned to the ceiling. "Ooooooohhh, this is good."

Brenda grinned at the compliment, the greatest she could receive at the moment. Looking up past her mountainous tits, she considered this heaven.

"It feels so good with two inside me," she breathed.

The next player to join the fray was Emmanuel, who straddled both the prostrate Wade and Uronner, sitting on her stomach and taking her breasts in his hands before sliding his cock into the cleavage between them. With all his might he crushed the two titties around his cock, hissing in pleasure. Brenda turned her toothy grin to him, placing her hands on his and helping him squeeze her sizable breasts.

"Ooooooo," she said, pursing her lips and enjoying the unique feeling of cock-on-tits. "Hello."

The final addition to the group was Caull, who retook his place at her head. Brenda opened wide happily and took him in.

With his hands on Brenda's ass, Uronner lifted her lower body and began pumping. Brenda hummed her appreciation. Hoyt started up next, matching the governor's timing and tempo, fucking the most wonderful pussy he'd ever encountered. Brenda's humming raised an octave between slurps on Caull's shaft. At last, Emmanuel began thrusting into her cleavage, sliding his dick forward and back. Soon he had lubricated her mounds with pre-cum, supplemented by some of his spit. Brenda's hands urged him to squeeze her mammaries even harder, and in a surprising move she detached from Caull's dick to egg Emmanuel on.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Do it! Fuck my titties! Fuck! Fuck! Pinch my nipples! YES!!!"

Then Caull grabbed her head and manipulated his cock back into her. He was nearing orgasm after so much exposure to her natural oral talents. 

The five of them were a beautiful fucking machine, working in perfect harmony to take advantage of Miss Wade, who was more than happy to glean her pleasure off penetration and the feeling of dick on her skin. Their grunts and moans were a symphony filling the room. Segusi and Wake, who watched from the chairs around the room, had trouble containing themselves at the sight. The burning within her was rising again, and her entire beautiful body was breaking out in beads of sweat from the exertion. All rational thought left her mind, all reservations, as the image of a cock appeared in her head and refused to leave. She loved it. She loved cock, she loved men giving her cock. She loved these men, loved them like gods, and the idea that that thought might seem odd in the head of an independent, powerful woman missed her completely. Her willpower was breaking with every thrust of any cock around her, be it in her ass, in her cunt, in her mouth, or in her tits. She was blind and mute to the world, nothing more than holes and flesh to be used. This idea seemed more and more appealing as she neared a climax which she was now sure would rob her of her sanity and self-sovereignty. 

She felt a hand grip her own and pull it away from her left tit, leaving Emmanuel to work on them himself. The hand holding hers guided it to a penis. She wasn't surprised, and she didn't have to wonder who it was. She recognized the feel of Segusi's genitals. She whole-heartedly began jacking him to the best of her ability, and heard him moan his appreciation. A moment later another paw took her right hand and brought it to another penis, Wake's. With gusto, she begin jerking him as well. 

Brenda Wade felt as if she could live like this forever, every inch of her devoted to a man's penis. But what she didn't expect was a little devotion from the men beyond that of john to his whore. So she was pleasantly surprised when she felt a hand, probably Segusi's, stray down to her nether region and begin a steady rubbing of her clit, despite its proximity to another cock. From the moment his fingers reached her clit, she knew she was doomed for sure. She upped the tempo of her fucking of the men on and in her, who were only too happy to follow suit.

It was another 30 seconds before she felt the final foundations of her orgasm being laid. Electric heat shot through her arms, legs and tits and she shivered as her body moved in synchrony with four men, her two hands upping their pace on Segusi and Wake.

As her pleasure centers lit up, Emmanuel pinched her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, pressing down with all his might as his hips shot back and forth crazily. She heard him moaning non-stop, laughing, then felt a tell-tale throbbing in the stiff veins running down his length. He buried his pole in her thick cleavage, pinching even harder and making Brenda squeal around Caulle. Then she felt the first pulse of hot cum blasting out of him and onto her flesh, not escaping her cleavage. Another pulse, and she dislodged from Caulle, rubbing her teeth heavily over his glans on the way out. After up wordlessly at Emmanuel, he got the message and hurriedly pulled his cock from her cleavage, putting the head between her lips to shoot his last few wads into her eager mouth. Her tongue flicked the head to draw the last few drops before a hand grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. Caulle was there, presenting his cock to her once again. She opened her mouth hungrily and the first spurt hit her front teeth, the next few directly onto her tongue. Caulle laughed insanely as he came in his boss' mouth, then wiped his spent dick on her face and pulled away.

Emmanuel, too, had dismounted her chest, allowing Brenda to pull Segusi and Wake closer to her, even as Hoyt crossed the line as well. He shot in her womb silently, then gave a good rub to her clit and pulled out.

Wake and Segusi were next; both reached a magic point nearly simultaneously. Though they had already practically drained themselves in and onto Brenda less than half an hour before, they still spurted like fountains, decorating the tops of Brenda's heavy tits with their white cum before directing a final few ropes into her mouth. To the amazement of the adoring crowd, Brenda opened her jaw wide, displaying a mouth full of pearly cum. She gargled, wagging her jism-coated tongue back and forth to the men as Governor Uronner continued fucking her in the ass.

"You slut," breathed Segusi. 

Then Brenda closed her lips and gulped loudly, smiling proudly before opening again to show off her empty mouth and clean teeth. Then she was overcome by the feeling of the cock in her rectum and lost focus again, screwing her eyes shut and steadying herself in order to take the fucking easier. It amazed her on some level that a butt-fucking could make her feel this way. She never could have dreamed...

The orgasm was coming, like a freight train through her body. Uronner didn't show any signs of letting up; he fucked her faster and harder, shaking her semen-filled body, rocking her back and forth. 

"Yyyyyeeess!!" she yelled, every breath a moan. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!"

In one amazing feat of strength, Uronner sat up, lifting both his own weight and Brenda's, climbing off the bed with his dick still lodged in her hole. Then he turned her around and bent her over the bed, to the applause of the spent men around him.

"This is what Brenda Wade had coming, gentlemen," Uronner sneered. "A good ass-fucking. She had it coming - urgh - for a long fucking time. Didn't you, whore?"

"I had it coming I had it coming oh God please don't stop!" was her shrill reply.

"Yeah - unh - a slut like you deserves this, doesn't she?"

"Oh I'm a slut," she slurred, head spinning. "Oh I'm a slut."

"Who's your daddy now, Wade?" Uronner shouted angrily.

"You are! You are! You are!" she screeched. "Oh God, please, just fuck me Daddy!!!!"

"Yeah," Uronner said simply.

Brenda's hand was on her clit, strumming with fiery intensity. She was crying from joy, mascara streaming down her face, tears mixing with cum. Uronner kept barraging her with words like "slut," "whore," and "cunt," all the while fucking her with the ferocity (and in the manner) of a wild animal.

And then all of a sudden, she felt it.

It was a new level of warmth, and immediately she knew what it was. Her head thumped and her loins exploded with pleasure; solid, perfect pleasure. And with that, her mind broke.

Her arms quivered and folded, allowing her upper body to flop to the bed uselessly. The entirety of her consciousness focused on the orgasm rushing through her body, and as Uronner continued to pump into her, she felt a scream rising from her lungs. 

"Aahhh... Aaahhhh...  Aaaaaaahhhhh..." she began, legs trembling like jelly. Uronner recognized this by gripping her thighs and lifting her lower body as he continued driving his cock into her ass. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Brenda screamed as her climax crashed down on her like the pounding surf. Her back curved and her body raised itself off the bed of its own volition, guttural screams erupting from her throat as self-control left her.

Inside Brenda's brain, a subtler but more meaningful transition was taking place. Names and words were being forgotten, erased from the blackboard of her mind, concepts like feminism and equal rights disappearing behind a tidal wave of pleasure. Brenda's confidence and self-esteem plummeted as she quaked beneath Uronner's cock, the part of her brain that allowed her any type of independence fizzling and shutting down in light of the orgasm she had been given. The immense sadness and depression this loss engendered in her could only be cured as Brenda grasped for something to hold on to. What she found was the cock inside her at the moment, the man it was connected to, and any more like it. They were the only things that mattered as her willpower and intelligence crumbled. It felt good, admittedly; a new type of warmth spreading between her ears, a weight taken off her shoulders as she lost a defining aspect of her humanity, humanity she didn't deserve. Her life as it had been was over, ended. Everything that had happened in her life had been pointless, merely prologue for this moment. She was her true self now. Slave. The word passed through her mind, "Master" right on its heels.

"Mass... turrr," she groaned, face down on the sheet covers.

Uronner paused and looked to the men around them.

"The fuck you say?" he asked, amazed.

"Master," she said, clearer this time. 

"Master?" he repeated in wonderment.

Brenda shook, loving the sound of the word from his lips. An aftershock sprinted up her legs and into her cunt, and she squealed in joy. 

Uronner pulled out, startled at this new development. He knew women like Brenda always secretly had love for cock, but this was the first time he had heard one of them use words like "Master." 

Without him to support her, Brenda slid to the floor, then turned to look up at him, brushing the sweat-soaked ebony hair from her eyes. She sat, gazing expectantly at the man who owned her, body and soul.

"What do you mean, 'Master?'" Uronner asked, eyes wide as Brenda diligently cleaned the excess cum from her face and chest. They were both still breathing heavily, and it took her a moment to respond, after she had sucked one of her fingers clean of semen.

"You... you tamed me, Master," she explained slowly. 

"Tamed? How? How is that possible?" 

Brenda took a breath and licked another finger.

"I'm... I have the Aphrodite Gene," she said simply. "You can... you can tame us. We can be tamed. Enslaved."

"Jesus, I'd thought that was only a rumor. But... If you're an Aphrodite girl, that means you have powers," Uronner said suspiciously. Brenda nodded with a finger between her glossy red lips. 

"Holy shit," he said, raising his fingers and putting them over her face like a mask. "You're Ms. Americana, aren't you?"

Brenda nodded again, without hesitation. Uronner was speechless, mouth frozen in a questioning smirk. His eyes darted over to Segusi and the crowd, who were just as amazed. They had tamed Brenda Wade, their longtime nemesis, and at the same time managed to defeat Ms. Americana, the city's greatest vigilante (and therefore greatest pain in the ass). For a long moment, he was quiet.

Then he asked, "How long do you stay like this? Tamed?"

Brenda simply shrugged nonchalantly. Her world was a very small place, and it centered around eating the flavorful cum stuck to her body. Uronner shook his head in amazement, then smiled.

"Then we better not waste any time," he chuckled, and grabbed the back of the kneeling woman's head, pulling it to his throbbing cock. There was a momentary conflict in Brenda's mind as she considered the penis, which had only a moment ago been in her ass. It smelled...

Her tongue darted out to test it before she knew what she was doing, and then she engulfed it hungrily, letting it slide over her tongue into the back of her throat, where she let her gag reflex take over. Uronner fucked her face as hard as he had fucked her ass, yanking her head up and down his cock until she was just a blur. Her hair flew back and forth wildly, her mouth eliciting painful gagging sounds as well as content moans. She had absolutely no control over her body as she was used like a fuck toy, and she loved every second of it. The taste of his meat, once repugnant to her, was her life now. He forced his shaft in to her as far as it would go, burying her nose in his pubic hair, and let her frantic throat muscles massage him. Then she felt a familiar throbbing in his cock and she prepared to have a jet of cum sent straight down her throat.

Instead, Uronner pulled back into her mouth as he reached his limit, then roared and emptied his balls into her. Working hard for her master, she swallowed every drop then looked up at him with the cutest smile she could muster.

"Thank you, Master," she said.

"Unbelievable," was the thing Uronner could say between breaths. When he had regained his composure, he studied the kneeling form of Brenda Wade, who looked into his eyes with the blind allegiance of a puppy. She'd been broken, that much was clear.

"Well, gentlemen," Uronner said to the small group of men in the room with him, tucking his flaccid dick back into his underwear. "I think we can be proud of what we did tonight. And you know what? I'm so proud I think we should head outside to show off our new prize." 

The men agreed after a bit, and Brenda prepared to stand and walk out of the room with them, completely naked save for her diamond earrings.

"Ah-ah," said the governor, placing a firm hand on the defeated heroine's shoulder. "You don't walk with us, slave." He felt a little awkward addressing her in this way, but it seemed right. It seemed good. "You crawl."

Brenda looked up through questioning eyes for a moment, then returned to her hands and knees, head bowed submissively.

The scene in the hall when they exited the guest bedroom, Brenda in tow, was exactly what Uronner had expected. Men lined the hall, eyes bulging out of their heads at the sight of the curvaceous woman-turned-fuckslut following her masters. Drawn there by the sounds of ecstasy emanating from the guest bedroom, there was a resounding gasp as they saw the battered and well-fucked body of the socialite. The house had quieted considerably; most of the guests had left, and with them all of the female dates to the New Years party. Only men remained, and every one of them wanted a piece of Brenda Wade in some way.

Slowly they paraded her down the hall in silence. The only noise was a distant sound of something that sounded like hands clapping. They reached the grand staircase and surveyed the first floor below. The sight made Brenda gasp and the men smile.

Downstairs on the ornately decorated landing, a crowd of men surrounded, in a radial pattern, the naked form of a young woman. Brenda peered through the raven hair that fell before her eyes, and it took a moment before she realized who the it was. The girl's shimmering blonde hair gave her away. It was Lydia. 

Brenda's young ward was completely nude, situated on all fours on the tile floor of the staircase landing. She was surrounded by maybe twenty men, one of whom had his cock embedded in her from behind and was fucking the barely-legal bitch with long, confident strokes. Lydia, meanwhile, was eagerly blowing another man, who Brenda recognized as Rick Segusi, the mayor's son who she had told to take care of Lydia. An empty bottle of tequila was on the floor beside Lydia - the bottle Brenda had given her, the contents of which had undoubtedly inebriated Lydia to the point that she was willing to be used in such a manner. Countless hands reached out to paw at her nubile flesh. Brenda could hear her young ward moaning in pure ecstasy as she was spit-roasted. There was more to come, she was sure.

"Willis is like you, isn't she?" Uronner asked. "She can be tamed."

"Yes, Master," Brenda nodded

"And probably will be," Uronner grinned.

"That's my boy," Mayor Segusi whispered.

"Alright," said Uronner after a few minutes of watching the beautiful sight of young Lydia Willis being fucked on her way to submission. "Who else here wants a piece of Brenda Wade?"

A huge cheer went up from the men lining the hallway. The first to come forward was the waiter who Brenda had tripped into at the beginning of the night, triggering the events that had led her here. He unbuckled his long, straight black pants and pulled out his cock with a smile. Brenda returned the smile and moved to take his penis in her hand without question. Behind the waiter, a line formed as Brenda began to jack him enthusiastically. It was going to be a long night. 

"Happy New Year, everyone!" shouted Governor Uronner.

The End