Ms. Americana and the European Invasion

A 4th of July Story

- By Violator

Author’s Note: taking a break from the Impostor story line for a little seasonal fun. Don't worry, regular readers – the adventures of Danger Geek will return soon.

A few important items. First, the following story features a lot of brazen rub-your-nose-in-it sort of nationalism directed both by and towards some non-American characters. For any offended by such things, I don't mean anything by it, it's all in furtherance of the pornographic scenario. If it really bothers you, then you can rest assured I will probably end up writing a story where the humiliating and humiliated parties are exactly swapped, sooner rather than later.

Second, all non-English dialogue was done with Google Translate and I cannot vouch for its quality or accuracy. Nor do I pretend to understand the internal politics of the EU, US, or any other nation for that matter – roles were assigned by smut suitability far more than because of any real-world political reasoning.

Third, as always, the following is a dark sexual fantasy. Anyone wishing to recreate the events within, in whole or in part, without extensive discussion of consent and safe words first, should seek professional psychological help immediately.

Finally – holy current events, Batman! This story was largely written some months ago and the result of the Brexit referendum took me, like the markets, by surprise. If the UK really goes through with it then I might have to submit a revision that replaces the British heroine with, like, an Irish one or something. Or not. Depends on how lazy I am. (My current polling data leans towards lazy.)

Hit END for a short summary. Send any feedback or comments to violatoremail@gmx.com

Walking slowly along the teeming boardwalk, Ms. Americana sighed heavily.

"By all that is just the Fourth of July should be my favorite holiday..." she said to herself, as her buxom bikini-clad haunches sauntered slowly between teeming crowds "Too bad I never get a chance to enjoy it," she signed, forlornly. "Everyone else is too busy doing it first!"

"Woooo!" one drunken frat-boy squealed from the edge of the boardwalk, before folding over and decorating his shoes with vomit.

"Show us your tits!" his pot-bellied fellow said, hanging on to his shuddering comrade and, distracted by Americana's huge hooters, apparently oblivious to his distress. But at the slightest glare from the towering passing heroine he yelped and ducked back behind the safety of his lunch-unloading chum.

But the frat-boy need not have worried. Though under normal circumstances such public drunkenness and lewdness would have earned them a swift trip to the drunk tank courtesy of her mighty and curvaceous muscles. But today there were far too many such offenders for her to deal with such minor insurrections personally. Instead, she had no choice but to saunter onwards, hope the DCPD could get the most unruly off the streets, and continue to use her imposing image to maintain order.

As the sun slowly started to set upon the shoreline of Delta City, all up and down it, all around the patrolling heroine, a massive sea of drunken merry-makers whooped and jostled. They fought one another for the best spots to park their coolers, lawn chairs, and keisters, in preparation for the coming fireworks. On the streets along the harbor the traffic was a perpetual snarl, full of honking horns and screamed insults. Occasional thunders of miss-prepped illegal fireworks caused screams of pleasure, and terror.

The Delta City police were overloaded, meaning the city’s heroines had to pull in the slack. Americana herself had already had to break up four fights between drunken low-lifes, stop one attempt by a gang of neer-do-wells to roll up on an innocent family’s picnic, and confiscate a gigantic sky-rocket from some seriously impaired revelers that, if lit, would have shot straight into a packed group of eighth-graders. Her nerves were frazzled and she was in no mood to brook anyone’s bullshit.

Naturally, that was exactly when bullshit came looking. Her first clue was a sudden stir of commotion behind her sauntering ass. Existing in a universe made entirely of commotion, she thought little of it. Then, suddenly, the air behind her grew calm. That was unusual.

“Hey, Americana!” a brash, fetchingly-accented female voice suddenly called out from behind her. “How you say... long time, no see!”

Americana's eyes widened. She recognized that voice, if only dimly.

"No..." she said. "It can't be..." She turned. It was.

Before her, stretching across the boardwalk about a dozen yards away, stood five gorgeous heroines each in a different national flag bikini. Ms. Americana’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped in recognition. “Princess Peace!” she gasped. “What are you doing here?!”

The towering blonde in the center smirked, her gorgeous face twisting smugly behind a Swedish Flag mask. The tallest of the five, her eyes were an inch higher than even Americana's. Behind her and stretched out to either side were the muscular, voluptuous, and defiantly well-presented bodies of the Pax Vexillatis, or Pax Vex for short. A Latin phrase that roughly translated as 'Battalion of Peace,' or so she hazily remembered.

“We heard you Americans had quite a crime wave going today, so we decided to fly over and lend a hand,” Princess Peace said, her luscious lips smiling smugly. Below, her spectacular curves strained proudly against her skimpy bikini, both her thong panties and each of her huge straining cups emblazoned with a golden Swedish cross upon a scanty field of blue. Above her face, like all four of her fellows, she wore a glittering and diamond-studded tiara upon her regal brow.

"Perhaps we can show you a better way of doing things," Princess Unity cooed. Standing to Princess Peace's right, the Teutonic heroine's sleek and slender body nevertheless equally strained against the confines of its equally skimpy German Flag bikini. Running a hand through her honey-blonde hair, Princess Unity put both hands upon her rounded hips and smirked. "Less barbaric and violent perhaps, no?" she cooed.

"We could hardly make things worse," Princess Defiant purred. Standing at the extreme right end of the Pax Vexs' line, she smirked beneath the spill of her flaming red hair, her own voluptuous curves straining against the confines of a Union Jack bikini. Lifting a gloved hand from her own fertile curvy hip, she drew a single finger in a circle to take in the drunken, braying... yet fearfully distant crowds. "Your culture seems to have completely gone to shit since you kicked us out. Maybe you should beg for us back," she cooed teasingly, her smirk broadening.

"Oui!" Princess Glory purred, from just behind and just to the left of Princess Peace's sculpted shoulder. Her own gorgeous face smirked, from beneath a spill of chocolate-brown hair. Breaking the mold, her tight, athletic, yet curvy body was clad, not in a red-white-and-blue Tricolour, but in a pattern of golden fleur-de-lis on a field of royal blue. It was rumored that all of the Pax Vex had been genetically engineered from royal bloodlines, the better to enhance the mystic artifacts that gave them their powers, but supposedly Princess Glory took particular pride in her guillotined heritage. Casting her eyes about, the Princess's smirk broadened behind her matching mask. "This place looks less like a super-power, and more like, how you say, a third-world shit-hole!" she taunted the American heroine, her smirk broadening.

Meanwhile, at the very far end of the line, beyond Princess Glory, the shortest, bustiest, and most buxom of the Pax Vex said nothing. Princess Honor, her staggering endowments straining gloriously against the vast yet inadequate cups of her red, white and green bra, and her bikini panties. To reflect her own proud heritage, she had added a golden eagle atop the basic tricolour, tipping both of her enormous jiggling jugs as well as front and center upon her matching skimpy thong. Rather than make any witty comments, she merely turned to look at the array of drunken Americans panting and staring at her shapely scantily-clad ass, sniffed disdainfully and, hands upon her fertile and extremely round hips, turned her raven-haired head back around to glare at the American heroine disdainfully.

All five of the mighty Pax Vexes wore gleaming crowns upon their gorgeous brows, all but confirming the rumors of their engineered royal lineage, and boots and gloves to match their skimpy nationalist bikinis. Each, upon a gloved finger perched archly upon her glowing hip, also bore a signet ring - the crest of which seemed to glimmer, slightly, with eldritch energy.

Ms. Americana regarded the five of them in shock. Then, slowly, turning fully to face them, she placed her hands upon her own American-Flag-pantied hips, and let a matching smirk slowly spread across her full red lips.

‘What the hell?’ she thought, to herself. 'I could use some amusement.'

“Sure,” the Queen of Justice cooed to the five Princesses, keeping her outward expression as controlled but haughty as theirs. Lifting a red-gloved hand, she pointed up over her shoulder, and pointed. "As a matter of fact, I have just the place," she said.

Behind the mighty, American-Flag-clad heroine towered the looming edifice of Forest Heights Park. A rocky bluff protruding into Delta City bay like... well, like something long and rock-hard, its craggy edifice was covered in trees and brush cut by only a few shadowy winding trails. On a normal day the park and nature preserve was quiet and populated mostly by yuppie joggers and families with strollers. But on the Fourth its prime position for viewing the harbor fireworks and its concealing shrubbery made it a notorious nest for druggies, gang-bangers, and other assorted undesirables – to the point that even super-heroines marched their bikini-clad asses in at their own peril.

“Why don’t you ladies take the bluffs up there?” she cooed. “I haven’t had a heroine to spare on that sector for quite some time, so there are certain to be some neer-do-well skulls that need cracking by this point.”

Princess Peace looked up at the verdant and tranquil-looking park, and smirked. “It would be our pleasure,” the golden-haired Swedish heroine purred.

“We will show you primitive American heroines how this is done,” Princess Glory said, in a cooing French accent, hands upon her hips to either side of her straining French-cut fleur-de-lis bikini panty.

“Maybe you can use how we clean up your park as a model for how to clean up the rest of your filthy, decaying country,” Princess Unity said, in lilting German accent. Turning her gorgeous Teutonic head, she sniffed disdainfully at the hordes of unkempt revelers surging around her, and the gross displays of whooping flag-waving patriotism on display.

Princess Defiant and Princess Honor didn’t say a word. Both simply lifted their regal chins, and smirked.

Ms. Americana smiled a broad smile - so broad, it appeared worthy of Mount Rushmore itself. Stepping to one side amidst the crowds of patriotic American revelers, she gestured invitingly up towards the bluffs. “Be my guest,” she purred, her other hand upon the hip of her swooping red-white-and-blue decorated panty. “We are ready to learn anything you have to teach us!”

“That is good!” Princess Honor said. The rest of the Pax Vex laughed along with her joke. Then, breaking from a row into a line, they sauntered up past Americana and towards the waiting bluffs.

As she passed the American heroine, Princess Peace, at the head of their busty bikini-clad column, paused a moment and, turning, smirked into her face. The two mutually defiant heroines stood so close, their flaring fertile hips nearly brushed.

"Prepare yourself, Americana," she purred. "Once your people see how much better we maintain order on your nation's birthday than you do, you may never be able to wear that brave little bikini in public ever again."

Finger twitching upon the hips of her star-spangled panties, Ms. Americana smirked right back. 'I bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you, you rug-munching Euro slut?' she thought, behind the impeccably calm surface of her masked face. Though moments later, she could not keep her own eyes from darting down, to get a brief taste of the Princess's enormous, jiggling, Swedish-Flag-cup-squeezed cleavage. She gasped slightly, and very briefly licked her lips. Then her eyes darted back up, and returned to the smirking blonde's face.

"Be careful, Princess," the Queen of Justice cooed, politely. Reaching out an extended red finger, under the cover of correcting her she tapped it, briefly, to the very tip of the blonde heroine's gargantuan left boob. "You may find Delta City criminals..." She licked her lips, considering her phrasing. a little better armed than the sort you're used to dealing with. Her fertile hips squirmed back and forth, and she felt a sudden rush of moisture between her thighs, as she briefly imagined the sort of impressive weaponry she had in mind.

Princess Peace didn't get it, nor did any of the other Pax Vexes.

"Yes, we've heard about that," Princess Unity cooed, from her place just behind Princess Peace.

"It's not anything we can't handle," Princess Glory purred, from behind her.

Americana smiled, and shrugged. "Very well," she said, and lifted her arm invitingly towards the bluffs.

Chins lifted high, and feet marching higher, the boot-and-bikini clad heroines marched on past her, and to the winding stone staircase that had been carved in the side of the bluffs. Ascending it, they rapidly elevated themselves above the whooping crowds down by the shore, and left Ms. Americana's star-spangled form far below their haughtily-swaying and flag-pantied behinds. At last, reaching the top, they found themselves with their backs to the forested park, and the decayed waterfront and beer-can-strewn beaches of Delta City stretched out before them.

Princess Honor wrinkled her nose, and frowned as, alongside her sisters, she surveyed the view. "What a disgusting pit," she declared.

"Agreed," Princess Peace said. She whirled about. "Come girls," she said. She continued to speak English, despite being away from Americana, as did the others, as it was their only mutual language.

Turning as one, forming a long and jiggling and smugly smirking wedge, the Pax Vexes strutted on into the leafy park, down a wide, twisting, and shade-dappled path. As they strutted, a lone butterfly flitted out of the verdant foliage, and fluttered past their bouncing and enormous cleavage, to vanish back into the forest. Princess Peace watched it fly, and rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know what that American heroine was thinking, assigning us a quiet sector like this,” she said. “But we’ll show her anyways. When our superior tactics and more modern methods make this a model zone amongst the bedlam, the world will see how outdated her barbaric law enforcement strategies really are.”

As the gorgeous Euro-heroines strutted forward, bodies moving like they were on the catwalk, from the bushes to either side of the trail an awed junkie’s face or three occasionally peeked out, gulped, and vanished once more. The marching Princesses paid them no mind. Rounding a bend in the trail, the five European heroines suddenly found themselves face to face with a pair of trashy lip-ring-decorated American sluts and a pair of greasy-looking neer-do-wells. It looked like a deal was being made. What for what it was impossible to say, but one of the greasy thugs was in the process of pulling open his jacket and reaching inside, while one of the sluts had her hand on the zipper of her jeans and was halfway through pulling it down. All four turned and gaped in shock at the jiggling wall of European-flag-decorated flesh that had suddenly appeared before them.

Putting her hands upon her hips, Princess Peace smirked. “Do go on,” she purred. “We weren’t interrupting anything… illegal, were we?”

The four startled Americans gulped in shock. Then, as if on cue, both pairs turned and fled in opposite directions into the brush. The five European heroines did not stir a single sculpted panty-clad muscle to chase them, but simply watched them go. Then, smirking haughtily, they continued marching onwards.

“Hmmph,” Princess Defiant said, smugly. “See? At the mere sight of us the yank degenerates flee. For all their reputation for violence and unruliness, I dare say American crims may yet prove the easiest we have ever had to face!”

The five flag-panty-clad lasses laughed, and then continued marching onwards through the dappled brush. In the distance, the whooping of a city’s worth of revelers echoed, accompanied by the occasional echoing bang of an early and illegal firework. Rounding another bend in the trail, the royal heroines once more came to face with a group of huddled Americans. Two groups, actually – a band of white thugs in leather jackets and covered in Aryan Nation tattoos, and a band of scuzzy-looking boys in frat-rat shirts. This time the deal was obvious – the thugs’ leader had out a large bag of white powder, while the frat boys’ spokesman was in the midst of counting out a large wad of bills.

“Shouldn’t you boys be playing with sparklers instead?” Princess Peace purred, as both groups whirled to gape at her and her voluptuous scantily-clad comrades in shock.

Princess Unity took one look of the bikers and, folding her arms beneath her large Teutonic tits, shook her head and sighed like a disappointed mother. “Is this really how you filthy yanks choose to celebrate your nation’s day?” she said.

Gulping in shock, the frat boys promptly whirled and fled. But this time the thugs stood their ground. Some of the rank and file did grow skittish and shrank back at the sight of the unfamiliar wall of heroines. But their leader, his face twisting in fury to be left holding the bag and with the money having fled, barked out something furious yet unintelligible and they swiftly regrew their cojones and formed up into a macho-postured line to either side of him.

“I don’t know what you stupid sluts are thinking,” the leader of the gang said, snarling. “But here in America our religion is capitalism. And no Euro cunt is gonna interrupt a deal like that without paying the price!” He smirked. “And the price is pussy!”

“Oh?” Princess Peace purred, smirking smugly. Beside her, her buxom comrades formed up into a defiant wall of jiggling powerful flesh, hands going to their buxom flag-pantied hips. “And what are you degenerate cretins going to do about it?”

“I’m gonna get my satisfaction out of your cunts, sluts,” the gang leader snarled. He put his hand down, and hovered it near the crotch of his jeans. Princess Peace's eyes followed it... and she briefly drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening slightly. Then, his hand suddenly darted sharply upwards, into his gang-patch-emblazoned jacket... and pulled back out, holding a chromed Colt .45. He leveled the lethal automatic straight into Princess Peace’s face.

Beside him, grinning, his biker brothers did the same. In seconds a small arsenal of illegal firearms was out, and pointing into the Euro-heroines' faces. The huge barrels wavering up and down between their lips, tits, and bellies, ranged from a fully automatic shotgun to an AR-15.

“Strip and surrender like the sluts you are, bitches” the leader said, sneering. “After we're done with you,” he cooed, letting his eyes drop down to ogle them, “those hot-ass bodies will go a long way to recouping the money you just cost us!”

But at the sight of the wall of cold steel pointing down at her, Princess Peace’s smile merely broadened. “I think my ass will take its chance with your little 'weapon',” she purred, reaching back and giving her own well-rounded yet taut, flag-panty-straining derriere a taunting little swat. "Go ahead and, how you say... release your load," she said, her sultry blue-eyed face staring straight into the barrel of his gun.

Despite his bravado, the gang leader gulped. He and his redneck crew had rode in from out of town to make a mint on Delta City’s cash-laden crowds. On the ride in they had regarded the prospect of encountering some of the city's famed heroines with relish, whooping about how well they would ride them in turn. But now that he had a lovely face framed in his sights yet saw smirking back, showing no fear, he found the experience deeply unnerving. He swallowed heavily, his aim wavering back and forth a bit across her gorgeous Swedish-Flag-decorated countenance. “I… I mean it, sluts,” he said. His eyes dipped briefly down to stare at Princess Peace’s gloriously curved Swedish-Flag-decorated panties in awe. “S-strip off those bikinis or we’ll shoot!”

“Then shoot,” Princess Defiant purred smugly, in her aristocratic English accent.

“What is the matter?” Princess Glory cooed, arching an elegant French eyebrow. “Have you boys not the courage to gun down unarmed women?”

“Yes,” Princess Honor chimed in, smirking, as her enormous tits shook delicately in their skimpy, straining Italian Flag bra, “are you American men, how you say – all bark and no balls?”

The biker gang leader trembled, swallowing heavily. He could not back down now… but neither could he force himself to look as such succulently flawless flesh got torn apart. Finally, eyes squeezing shut, he blindly fired, squeezing his trigger again and again. A half second later, startled into activity by the roar of their leader’s gun, the rest of the gang did likewise. A flurry of deadly fire poured right down into the row of scantily-clad, lusciously jiggling heroines.

The Pax Vexes smirked smugly. Protected by their mystic power, their silky-smooth curves sent the gang's bullets bouncing right off, as if from solid case-hardened steel. The thugs screeched and dove for the payment, as they heard the doppler screech of their own bullets flying right back over their heads, narrowly missing their flesh. As they did so their American-made armaments tumbled to the ground at the European heroines' feat, landing in a pile with a great useless clatter.

Princess Peace's smirk broadened. “Get them!” she commanded. With a whoop, the Pax Vexes surged forward, like knights hurtling forth on the charge.

What followed afterwards was less a fight, and more like a bunch of adult women rounding up whimpering and helpless children. Their morale broken the American thugs attempted to flee from their buxom attackers, squealing like pigs before the slaughter. But the Euro-heroines were faster, stronger, and far better fighters. Laughing, they easily ran them down. One by one, her boot slamming into his back, one Euro-heroine after another drove a moaning American biker down onto his belly. One by one, perched above him and smirking smugly, each Princess waved her hands in the air with a dramatic flair. As she did so, her signet ring briefly shown with magical light... and in moments, a glowing pair of mystic manacles appeared in her hand.

Leaning down low, their national flag panties briefly stretching tight across their glorious uplifted backsides, each European heroine cackled as she slapped her glowing cuffs upon her chosen thug's wrists. In seconds the stunned biker groaned, lying at a conquering woman's feet... and instantly ceased to struggle. Her boot slamming into his back and pinning him to the ground, Princess Peace personally took down the leader. He groaned and stared in shock as the statuesque Swedish blonde, looking for all the world like just another member of her eponymous national bikini team, jerked his muscular arms effortlessly behind him and slapped him in her glowing cuffs.

Soon the glade of combat was covered in whimpering, bound criminals and towering, smugly smirking European heroines - none of the latter of which had so much as a scratch upon her immaculate body. Most hadn't even mussed their hair. The thugs groaned. But the Pax Vexes were not done with them by a long shot. With a mystic gyration that looked like she was putting on an interpretive dance show, Princess Unity waved her arms... and summoned forth a long length of glowing rope. With eager laughs her busty sisters picked up the helpless criminals, and piled them up with their backs to a tree. Then, handing off the rope, she and Princess Glory ran round and round the tree with superhuman grace and speed, until the entire gang lay groaning and hot-tied at the Euro-heroine's feet.

Smirking, Princess Peace watched. Then, bending over, she picked up the criminals' discarded weaponry. Holding them cradling in her arms, she stood before them, admiring their arsenal. Reaching down, she ran a single slender finger teasingly up and down the barrel of biggest gun, and then smirked and withdrew it. "So much for superior American firepower," she cooed. Then, with a laugh, she let the bundle of guns tumble down to lie in a heap, before the groaning thugs.

In the meanwhile, activating a communicator she kept on her wrist, Princess Defiant called the bust in to the DCPD. The dispatcher was startled - but, having been forewarned by Ms. Americana, took the call in stride. Strutting back over, she stood beside her fellows as they admired their first catch of the day.

"The cops are on their way," the Union-Jack-bikini-clad redhead announced, in a sultry coo.

"Good," Princess Peace said.

Raising her fingers to her lips, Princess Glory kissed them, and then gave the bound bikers a mocking little super-model wave. "Bye-bye, boys," she cooed.

"Enjoy your, how you say, free trip!" Princess Honor laughed.

Then, giggling, the five European heroines reformed their pneumatic wedge and continued strutting up the path, looking as if nothing whatsoever had happened.

"That was easy," Princess Peace purred, as they sauntered on.

"Yes," Princess Defiant said. "Ms. Americana must be the weakest heroine on Earth, if she struggles to deal with such easy crims!"

Marching pneumatically onwards the five bikini-clad and tiara-crowned princesses could tell by the glints of sea occasionally visible to either side that they were marching out towards the very point of the bluffs, where they projected into Delta City Harbor. It seeming a logical enough route, they marched eagerly on. Finally they came to clearing at the end of the path, right at the edge of the bluffs. Lined on all sides with towering pines it afforded a perfect view out onto the harbor. As dusk was falling the harbor was aglitter with boats packed with partiers, awaiting the fireworks. Already several barges laden with pyrotechnics, and fitted with flashing yellow warning lights, were starting to make their way from the docks slowly out towards the center of the harbor, amidst distant anticipatory cheering.

Yet, despite its perfect position, the large clearing was empty. To one side, a well-used barbeque grill was filled with smoldering coals. To the other a couple of coolers, overflowing with pre-prepared jello shots, had been shoved halfway into the brush as if being hastily concealed. Turning her eyes down, Princess Peace gasped softly as she suddenly realized that the ground at her nobly booted feet was littered in co-ed-sized bikinis. One directly beneath her toe even had Delta City U branding printed across its skimpy panty seat. Most of the discarded bikini bras and panties all around her and her comrades’ feet had been ripped or shredded, exactly as if each had been forcibly torn off a struggling nubile body.

“Oh, Goddess of Peace!” the Swedish heroine gasped, her blue eyes suddenly going wide in horror. “We’ve walked into a slavers’ trap!”

“You sure have!” a deep male voice answered back.

The European princesses gasped as, from out behind the trees all around them, surrounding them, five muscular thugs suddenly stepped forward. In their beefy arms each of the five thugs carried a strangle silver gun, held easily and at the ready. They wore wife-beaters and blue jeans. But, since even evil thugs like to celebrate a national holiday, all five of the slavers wore American Flag bandanas either wrapped around their heads or slung old-West-style over their mouths and chins. At their waists, each of the slavers also wore a big custom belt buckle upon which was depicted a seated buxom lady, of the type often seen on truck mud-flaps, save that this one had a pair of chains extending from her wrists and ankles. The buckles were rimmed with chain pattern. Beneath them, in the front of their jeans, each man sported a gargantuan eager bulge.

Having been raised in a lab and lived their whole lives under government handlers deliberately chosen to be as non-threatening as possible, all five Euro-heroines' jaws briefly dropped and their worlds briefly span at the hint of what huge missiles were stashed in the American criminals' silos. Then, moments later, their vaunted self-confidence returned. Gloved hands tightening upon their skimpy-panty-clad hips, they lifted their regal chins high. 'They cannot be real' each busty beauty hastily re-assured herself, within her gorgeous swirling heads.

But the brief hesitation still cost the sheltered beauties dearly. Taking advantage of their foes' momentary distraction, the slavers, chuckling darkly, took the chance to swing their long silver guns to bear... each drawing a perfect bed directly in between his buxom chosen target's gigantic, pneumatically-jiggling, and flag-themed-bra-straining tits.

“Now,” the slaver leader continued – which he was could not possible be discerned in the dusky fading light – “you got two choices, babes. Either pull down those lovely lil' panties and surrender… or get taken by force. Your call, really. We’ll have our fun either way.”

At the request gasps of shock quivered through each Princess's gorgeous faces. Hand quivering upon their buxom hips, their chins lifted up even higher. Then, almost as one, they smirked.

“You know,” Princess Peace said, her lips curled up with smug self-confidence, “the last group of American criminals we confronted said much the same thing." She paused for effect, her smirk broadening. "It didn’t end well for them,” she cooed.

The central thug shrugged, slightly – evidently he was the leader. But his bead never left Princess Peace’s enormous, well-displayed, alabaster-pale cleavage. “That was them,” he said. “This is us.”

Princess Glory lifted her head high, hands trembling with fury to either side of her sleek French-cut fleur-de-lis decorated panties. “We will never surrender to you American ruffians!” she declared, haughtily.

“That’s right!” Princess Defiant chimed in. “Mighty heroines like we will never be slaves – especially to overcompensating Yankee scum like you!”

“Go ahead and, how you say, do your worst!” Princess Honor declared, haughtily, hands formed into fists and trembling to either side of her buxom, jiggling Italian-Flag decorated ass.

“Your American guns are no match for our more pure and righteous power!” Princess Unity declared, atop her long and luscious legs, her honey-blonde and German-Flag-masked head lifted high.

“As I said,” the lead slaver said, “your choice.” And, on cue, he and his men all fired. But instead of bullets, bolts of shining white light shot from the tips of their stolen experimental guns. The European ladies gasped as each bolt, its aim true, struck directly in between their massive, jiggling, national-flag-bra-cup-straining breasts. But instead of ricocheting back out, or tearing into their flawless silky flesh, the white bolts vanished inside them, and suddenly rippled out faintly across their sumptuous scantily-clad curves.

“Wha-what?” Princess Peace gasped as her gaze suddenly grew fuzzy and blurred.

“Oh! Mon-mon dieu!” Princess Glory suddenly gasped as her voluptuous fleur-de-lis-bikini decorated body wobbled dizzily upon her matching spike-heeled boots.

“What… what is happennninnng?” Princess Honor moaned, as her buxom body stumbled first one way and then the other, swaying drunkenly.

Then, with a quintet of stunned, soft feminine gasps, the five lovely European beauties suddenly stumbled and then toppled ingloriously backwards. Each landed upon her sumptuous yet scantily-clad posterior. They lay there, bodies sprawled across one another and twitching, their eyes and luscious mouths wide. Then, slowly, their gorgeous eyes rolled back. They let out a tiny collective shudder and a tiny collective moan. Then, eyes closing and luscious lips trembling closed into tiny pouts, they surrendered utterly and lay still. Their sprawled and recumbent bodies continued to jiggle pneumatically for several seconds after their mighty muscles were stilled, before finally coming to a halt.

With a soft crunch of boots the five slavers slowly advanced forward and, standing over the slumbering Euro-heroines, admired their handiwork. Below them, from five pairs of luscious softly quivering lips, five sets of soft and sweet breath came faintly. Their five huge pairs of shapely breasts jiggled delicately with their slumbering breath. From their mighty and scantily-clad, slumber-felled bodies, not a single twitch stirred otherwise.

“Good work, boys,’ the leader said, shouldering his gun and smirking. “Now get em’ ready. We ain’t got much time!”

When the European heroines awoke once more they found themselves in a row, on their knees. They gasped, and squirmed, huge boobies shaking in their straining bras. But they soon found that their hands hand been bound behind them, and their ankles fettered together so they could not run. The darkness had deepened only slightly, indicating they had not been out long.

They were kneeling right at the edge of the bluffs. Behind their jutting bikini-clad asses the harbor stretched out, a glittering sea of boats. Far below they could hear the distant crash of surf. Meanwhile, the heroines’ voluptuous bodies were still clad in their proud and patriotic, skimpy national bikinis and their faces were still masked. Atop their gorgeous heads, diamond-studded tiaras still gleamed in the soft light. But as they quivered and squirmed, with a soft gasp, each mighty heroine swiftly realized that one thing was missing.

“Our... our signet rings!” Princess Defiant cried, gorgeous face gaping back around towards her big unseen ass in shock.

"They... they are missing!" Princess Honor said, aghast, as her struggles against her bonds proved fruitless - save to make her titanic Italian tits shake deliciously in her straining national bra.

"What... what have they done with them?!" Princess Peace asked, her face shuddering with outrage.

From the dark woods before them, a low dark chuckle slowly rolled. The European heroines gasped. As they watched, gorgeous faces softly lit by the stars above and distant glittering skyline of Delta City, the five hulking slavers slowly emerged from the woods... and strolled up to stand, looming, over them. As they emerged into the light they revealed themselves to be a vast array of scarred, nasty-looking, but quite muscular men - in every array of color America could produce and each topped with a patriotic bandana or doo-rag. Grinning, the central thug, and evident leader, opened up his hand to reveal the Euro-heroines' mystic rings glimmering inside.

Heads lifted high, and jaws dropping beneath their national-flag masks, the Pax Vexes gaped at the stolen jewelry in shock. Then, recovering, Princess Peace's face closed up into a trembling snarl. Her blue eyes lifting up, she gave the American thug a burning and dangerous gaze.

"Those... are national treasures!" she hissed up at him. "Give them back to us at once. Or... or else!"

Chuckling, the slaver leader slowly tossed the pretty rings in his palm a couple times, like a gambler preparing to chuck dice. “Do you know what’s great about the internet, baby?” he asked her, at last, his voice deep and rumbling. “It makes looking up heroines’ weaknesses really easy. Even if they’re from another continent!”

The Euro-heroines gasped, softly, as it was revealed that their criminal foes knew they had been depowered. Yet, if this caused them any consternation, they did not let it show upon their beautiful regal faces.

“Now,” the slaver leader continued, “you bitches have only one choice. Surrender – total and unconditional. Are you prepared to submit, and be the good little slaves you are?”

Before him, the captured Princess’s gasped in shock and outrage to hear such terms. Princess Glory in particular seethed, her voluptuous body wiggling gloriously in its French-cut fleur-de-lis bikini, as her gorgeous face seethed with rage.

“Never!” Princess Peace said, answering for them all.

“Well, then,” the lead thug said - stashing their rings in his pocket. “I guess we’ll just have to fuck you Euro-bitches into submission, and teach you your proper place.” Withdrawing his hand, he reached for his fly. Chuckling, the rest of the slavers did likewise.

“You can try,” Princess Unity hissed, glaring in fury as before her gorgeous German-Flag-decorated face the zipper beneath her captor’s huge chained-slut-decorated buckle slowly zipped down. “But I assure you! We come from cultures far more sexually sophisticated than you clumsy American brutes!” Her sculpted Teutonic features twisted into a smirk. “Compared to European men, you will find your pathetic – Oh! Mein GOTT!!! You’re… you’re penises… they are HUGE!”

For, rather than waiting for their Euro-foes to finish, the five slavers had unzipped, and hauled out their cocks anyways. Up and down the line, the mighty and voluptuous bodies of the hand-cuffed Princesses suddenly squirmed and wiggled violently upon their knees. Their eyes spread wide, and their luscious mouths fell open wide, as each stunned beauty beheld a massive American beast come slithering out of the lair just before her gorgeous face. None could conceal their astonishment, nor their awe.

“Mon… mon dieu…” Princess Glory whispered, her gorgeous face trembling with shock.

“God… God Save the Queen!” Princess Defiant whimpered, running her eyes up and down her assigned veiny beast in disbelieving terror.

The slaver leader chuckled, to see his pretty defiant captives’ reactions. “Alright, sluts,” he purred. Reaching down, he took a firm grip on the back of Princess Peace’s pretty, stunned and gaping blonde head. Beside him, the rest of his men did likewise, each with his own shocked and kneeling Princess. “Ready or not,’” the leader purred. “Here it comes!”

Princess Peace’s eyes widened behind her Swedish Flag mask, as she realized what was about to happen. “W-wait!” she gasped, eyes wide, even as her captor’s gloating hands took a firm grip upon her glorious blonde hair. “Wait! We can work out a dea-lll-urggh!!”

But her foe was no longer interested in deals. With a firm shove of his hips, he slammed his immense cock right down in between the stunned Euro-beauty’s babbling, trembling lips. Princess Peace’s eyes went wide and leaked a few tears as her attacker’s immense meat shoved its way brutally down into her. To either side, the rest of her princesses did likewise, each of their lovely lips spreading out until their soft pink surfaces nearly vanished around the immense veiny girths shoving their way down between them.

Soon, with one last devastating shove of their hips, all five American criminals slammed into their quivering victims all the way to the hilt, until each of their immense hanging nut-sacks rested delicately upon a classically sculpted European beauty’s chin. Heads rocking back, the five thugs gasped and sighed with pleasure as, their lips taut-stretched and buried in their pubes, they enjoyed the feeling of their immense members being worshiped by the deep depths of royal European throats.

“Oh, shit,” the longest, blackest of the thugs hissed softly. Princess Honor, eyes wide and lost over her huge jet-black mouth-plug, her buxom body quivering in its straining Italian Flag bikini as it trembled upon its knees, had already given in and begun gently, obsequiously, to slurp upon his cock. “I… I should have known if there was one thing European ladies would be good at… it’s sucking!”

“Oh… damn!” the tattooed white thug at the opposite end of the line hissed as, hands clutching tight to her flaming red hair at his waist, Princess Defiant had no choice but to do her slurping best to handle his deep-throating cock. “Of… fuck… this is so good!”

Then, gasping with pleasure, all five thugs slowly drew their glistening cocks back out and then, taking an even firmer grip, began to pump. Some slammed their cocks in with slow steady strokes, others with furious energy, and others somewhere in between. Heads tilted back and sighing with pleasure every last one of them eagerly fucked their chosen Euro-beauty’s face. And, defenseless upon their knees, moaning, whimpering, the Pax Vexes could not help themselves. Though Princess Honor had given in first one by one, moaning, quivering, trembling, each beauty began helplessly to suck. Princess Glory and Princess Unity were next, and Princess Peace after them. Princess Defiant lasted longest, a whole five strokes before, whimpering and blushing deeply, her Union Jack clad head tilted slightly to one side and began, her plundered lips quivering helplessly under each deep stroke, to suck.

For a minute or two the little clearing was filled with nothing but the sounds of slurping European mouths and gasps of American pleasure – and, across the distant bay stretched out beneath them, the occasional roar of the distant crowds waiting for the impending fireworks. Above that gaping gulf the Europeans’ voluptuous asses, decorated in a series of skimpy flag-themed panties, wiggled and squirmed deliciously. They could do nothing else. All in a row their gorgeous flag-masked faces quivered and moaned, eyes wide and stunned, over the series of enormous cocks pumping in and out of their beautiful and defenseless faces.

Finally, after a long while all five thugs, gasping in awe, fucking deep and hard down princess-ly throat, felt a familiar urgent tug begin to grow in their enormous and occasional sculpted-chin-rested balls.

“Oh, fuck!” one gasped in glory, as beneath him his chosen princess, whimpering, continued helplessly to suck.

“Oh… oh shit…” said another as, seizing a tighter hold upon his own lovely royal head, he began to slam in with a furious abandon his stunned and whimpering beauty had quite obviously never been subjected to before.

“Here… here it comes!” the leader said as, keeping one hand clutched to Princess Peace’s helplessly slurping golden head, he lifted the other high and whooping like a cowboy riding a bucking, lapping Swedish tongue.

In unison, gasping with ecstasy, the five thugs slammed their dicks deep. The five Euro beauties, orally impaled, whimpered and blinked in confusion to suddenly find their tautly-strained lips quivering in their attacker’s pubes. Then, the huge cocks plugging their throats suddenly began to pulse and throb. For just a fraction of a second all five Princesses’ eyes drew into distant and unbelieving stares, as they suddenly realized what was about to happen to them. Moments later, with great roars of triumphant release, the thugs came, each and every one unleashing a massive geyser down inside one of the Pax Vexes’ deeply and helplessly impaled throats.

“GLARGGGH!!!” Princess Peace gurgled helplessly, eyes wide as planets, as her attacker’s cum suddenly surged up inside her. With her throat plugged she could not hold him, and in seconds streamers and splatters of his seed were bursting from her quivering and overloaded royal lips. To either side of her the rest of her proud and beautiful Euro-team were being subjected to identical fates. Then, gasping in awe, midway through their exultant release, all five thugs suddenly seized a tight and cruel grip upon the lustrous hair beneath them and suddenly, without warning, yanked their giant dicks out and delivered the remainder of their load all over the European heroines’ faces.

“Aighhh!” Princess Honor squealed as, eyes wide and wild with confusion, her black conqueror’s seed splattered across her dusky and gorgeous Italian features.

“Nein! Nei-raghgll!” Princess Unity whimpered as her noble Teutonic features got blasted by gout after gout of hot sticky American seed.

“Oh! You yank as-YERGGL!!!” Princess Defiant screamed, her attempt at a tirade cut short as suddenly both her mouth and her wide and bewildered eyes were smothered in a splattering geyser of her enemy’s cum.

“Ahhh…” the five Americans said in satisfaction as, dicks twitching and slowly drooping, they delivered a last few desultory spurts all over their lovely kneeling European foes. Then, stumbling slightly, their bodies momentarily feeling faint and exhausted after the pure intensity of their triumphantly conquering release, they stepped back. They looked down. Huge grins broke across their faces, and they began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

Whimpering and squirming upon their knees, the five European heroines gasped and moaned. Their gorgeous faces, from one end of the row to the other, were drooling and dripping with American seed. Pearly cum dangled from their diamond-studded tiaras like glistening jewels. Cum flowed in rivers from their gasping lips, and hung from their chins in swaying tendrils. It fell in glops down into their titanic breasts, and flowed down to form sticky pools at the center of their deep jiggling cleavage. They fluttered their lovely royal eyelashes until finally their pretty eyes were clear. Turning, they looked at one another’s faces and bodies in shock. Then, turning, they once more looked up at their smirking American captors.

Yet, despite the cum streaming down their faces and their precarious situation, the Pax Vexes were eager to show they were not yet beaten. Lifting their bikini-clad bodies as high and proud as they could upon their knees, they lifted their heads high and glared up into their captor’s smirking faces. The tallest and natural leader, Princess Peace lifted her head highest of all as she glared indignantly up at her captors, blinking her gorgeous blue eyes to clear them of their streaming cum.

“You know, it’s not too late,” she said, haughtily. “You can still surrender, and we’ll go easy on you!” Lifting their own semen-splattered heads high to either side of her, the rest of the Pax Vexes nodded their regal agreement.

The American criminals turned their heads and, leering, shared a brief chuckle. “Get these Euro sluts on their feet,” the leader said.

The five European beauties gasped, but were in no position to resist, as they were yanked to their feet and then spun around to face the bay. Then five gorgeous, cum-dribbling faces gasped even louder, gaping down in horror as, wasting no time, the criminals’ hands reached around their squirming scantily-clad bodies and made straight for their breasts.

“No…” Princess Honor gasped, staring in horror as she watched jet-black fingers alight upon her huge tits. They gave them a playful squeeze, then proceeded on... to toy with the delicate golden Roman-eagle-shaped bra clasp, nestled between her titanic straining Italian-Flag-themed cups.

“You can’t do this…” Princess Defiant said, as her wide eyes watched another pair of fingers doing the same to the lion-shaped clasp at the center of her enormous yet overloaded Union Jack bra.

But they could, and seconds later they did. The five European beauties cried out, shrieking in shock, as simultaneously their straining patriotic bras flew open and five pairs of enormous and super-humanly shapely tits spilled out. Princess Unity’s were the smallest, but only in relative terms – they were still D-cups at least. Princess Honor’s were the biggest, each mammoth dusky-skinned jug being considerably bigger than her head. But all of them, without exception, were bouncy and perfectly shapely wonders that promptly set to jiggling and jostling beautifully in the fading American light.

The criminals, naturally, wasted no time in taking advantage of the topless beauties’ state. Their hands dove down upon their helpless giant breasts and set to stroking, squeezing, and fondling them mercilessly. The European heroines squealed, and squirmed, and thrashed. But all their resistance accomplished was to make their huge breasts bounce and jiggle delightfully in their captor’s appreciative hands, and to make their voluptuous scantily-clad asses rub vigorously back and forth against their steadily re-hardening dicks. But even if the five regal European ladies protested impotently at their treatment, their breasts had the opposite reaction. With every squeeze, every stroke, and every tickling swirl of a finger, their enormous jugs and huge bare areolas grew yet more visibly and obviously enthused by their brutal American mistreatment.

“Oh! S-stop!” Princess Honor pleaded as, her buxom Italian-Flag-decorated ass rubbing hard against his massive rapidly-re-hardening cock, the gloating rubbing of her attacker’s jet-black fingertips around and around the tender tips of her titanic breasts caused her large and delicate nipples steadily to swell.

“Unh! Unhand me, you ruffians!” Princess Defiant gasped, dislodging cum from her chin as she struggled in vain to escape the gloating hands cupping and squeezing her enormous, silkily jiggling jugs.

Then, suddenly, on an unseen cue from their leader, the five pairs of thugs’ hands suddenly got in one last heft and caress upon their prisoners’ huge bouncing boobies, and then slowly slid down off of them. But instead of leaving their squirming prisoners in peace their hands merely slid from their boobs down onto their curvy royal bodies. Their cupping fingers and palms stroked luxuriantly down their captives’ wiggling torsos and down either side of each beauties’ flawless hourglass waist to come to their broad and buxom hips.

“Oh… oh God…” Princess Peace whispered, eyes wide, as she felt her captor’s thumbs sliding down, gloatingly, into the skimpy arcing hip-straps of her proud Swedish-Flag-printed panties. To either side of them the rest of her comrades did the same, eyes wide and lips trembling in shock, as their captors took hooked ready grips upon their skimpy European-Flag panties as well.

“Almost time for fireworks,” the leader purred, his dark voice rich and gloating. “Time for you foreign sluts to drop your colors.”

“No… no…” Princess Peace gasped, her buxom body quivering helplessly in his ready grip. “You… you can’t DO THIS!!!” The last squeal came at the end as, chuckling evilly, the slaver’s leader ignored her objections and used his hooked thumbs to stretch her skimpy Swedish Flag-colored seat right up off her sculpted wiggling buns. To either side the other Pax Vexes squirmed and squealed out as well, in useless dismay, as their flag panties too were stretched out away from their hallowed and voluptuous flesh.

But there was nothing they could do. No matter how they cried out, no matter how they squirmed and thrashed in their bonds, the gorgeous European princesses could but crane their heads over their shoulders and watch in helpless wide-eyed horror as their proud panties were slowly lifted up off their bottoms, and then pulled, with teasing and mocking smoothness, down onto their legs. One by one the proud and skimpily-cut flags of their homelands slid down the Euro-sluts’ sculpted squirming flag-poles, down their wiggling thighs and onto their long sleek booted calves. As one panty crotch after another pulled out from between its voluptuous and whimpering owner’s legs, the criminals gloated to see yet another glistening and helpless European pussy suddenly emerge onto complete and defenseless display.

Finally, one by one, the skimpy fallen panties of the European heroines settled down around their booted ankles to join the slavers’ steel fetters in humiliatingly hobbling their proud former wearers. But the European ladies did not have time to contemplate the loss. One by one, their jaws dropped in a shriek and their eyes flew wide as, without warning, one slaver after another slid a gloating testing finger up inside their tight, tender, and utterly helpless European cunts.

“Ha ha ha!” one slaver laughed, as he pumped his finger mockingly in and out of Princess Glory’s clinging, oozing slit, feeling her delicate French pussy walls quivering worshipfully against his American invasion. “These sluts fucking want it, bad!”

The rest of the slavers laughed out uproariously as they found their own princesses’ slits to be equally moist and inviting.

But, even as her body shook and trembled under the finger sliding rudely back and forth inside her, Princess Peace gritted her teeth hard and snarled in continuing defiance. “That…. That’s not true!” she insisted… even as the finger inside her, making one more slick pass in and out, confirmed it was. “The… the actions of our bodies… do not represent the opinions of our minds!” Unable to articulate themselves as well, her quivering and finger-penetrated comrades to either side of her nevertheless lifted their gorgeous heads high and snarled forth their shuddering agreement, most in a bewildering bevy of their native tongues.

“We’ll see, bitches,” the slaver leader said. He withdrew his finger from her cunt, and moments later, following his lead, his men did likewise with their respective captives. Instead they slid their juice moistened hands up to take a firm grip, one by one, upon each European beauty’s buxom and naked, swollen haunches. Then, one by one, each man swung his hips forward and pressed the tip of his penis up against his Euro beauty’s helpless and defenseless twat. The awesome stimulation the squirming and moaning princesses had provided as they were stripped had long since caused each man’s gigantic member to once more become fully and painfully hard, and they threw their heads back and let out little gasps of pleasure as the very tips of their mammoth schlongs sunk in, each penetrating less than an inch, into the delicately parting folds of the Pax Vexes' sacred, quivering cunts.

“Oh! Oh, my God!” Princess Defiant whispered, eyes going wide behind her Union Jack mask, as she felt her attacker’s giant white penis slowly spread her cunt.

“Mon dieu!” Princess Glory whimpered, eyes going wide as she felt the same thing happen to her helpless French slit.

“Oh! Per favore! Cessate! Cessate!” Princess Honor begged, face quivering in awe and horror, as she felt her attacker’s giant jet-black schlong slowly sink into the parting lips of her oozing Italian pussy.

“You… you cannot do this! It is beneath us!” Princess Unity objected, as, her jaw quivering in shock, she felt her Teutonic cunt get parted by her attacker’s massive shaft.

“Oh! Herre Gud!” Princess Peace whispered, eyes wide with shock. Even after all they had subjected her to, she somehow had not believed it would come to this. “Do… do you realize who we are?!” she asked, even as she quivered, waiting helplessly, upon the tip of the criminal gang leader’s cock. “We… we are the mightiest heroines in all of Europe! You… you would not dare do this to us!!!”

But the slaver leader said nothing in response, merely tightened his grip upon her swooping and flawless hips. “Get ready, boys,” he said. “Here it comes…”

Suddenly, from the harbor far below, which was so dark that almost nothing could be seen but a sea of floating lights from the constant bobbing pleasure craft, a faint boom sounded. Gaping down into the dark and empty air before her, Princess Peace’s eyes suddenly went wide. “No… “ she whispered, softly, her eyes distant in shock, as she realized what was about to happen.

She didn’t have to imagine it for long. Moments later, the first firework exploded. With a wracking boom a brilliant starburst erupted over Delta City Harbor, bathing the gaping heroines and their waiting captors in light. And at that exact instant, on cue, as the first firework burst before them, all five massive American penises slammed brutally and triumphantly forward, ramming themselves all the way to the hilt inside the helplessly waiting Euro-heroines’ hot, tight, helpless pussies.

“Mein GOTTTT!!!” Princess Unity squealed, as to either side of her her buxom sisters answered in their own national languages. Their faces, eyes wide as if the flash before them was the birth of the universe itself, shook in devastated awe at what was happening to them. But the Americans were not about to wait for the reeling Euro-beauties’ brains to catch up with events. As the light of the first firework faded they slid back out, until only their tips remained inside, and then, as the next one burst, pounded in hard and deep again. And again. And again. Thrusting furiously, heads rolling and gasping in awed pleasure, the exultant American thugs eagerly celebrated America’s birthday by pounding their massive schlongs again and again deep up inside the helplessly wiggling Euro-heroines’ channels.

Over and over the fireworks burst, before the stunned and squealing faces of the European beauties. Reds, and blues, and whites burst in swift succession before their gorgeous eyes. And each and every one of the dazzling displays was accompanied by a fast and pounding, triumphant thrust of a massive Yankee cock deep up inside each of their voluptuous royal hips. Each thundering explosion and each devastating thrust was accompanied by the distant sounds of cheering revelers… and, within the stunned European beauties’ minds, the cheering soon became for the deep and devastating thrusts that they accompanied. Soon, in the wake of every single stroke, the gasping beauties saw stars… though whether because of the bursts of light blinding them or the dazed effect of the huge penises pounding their cunts, they could not even say.

Finally, one by one, eyes rolling in their pretty heads, the Euro beauties could no longer resist. It was Princess Honor who gave in first. Whimpering, squirming, her buxom naked body trembling as it got fucked deep, she suddenly threw her head back against her attacker’s shoulder and gasped in awe. “Oh! Mio Dio! I… I am cumming! I am CUMMING!!!” she squealed.

She opened the floodgates. As they heard their sister give in and squirm and whimper with pleasure, fireworks flashing before their eyes, one by one the remaining gaping Euro-beauties, quivering under the huge cocks rampaging unchecked in their pussies, did likewise.

“Aii! Ja! Ja! Ich kommt! Ich kommt!!!” Princess Unity screamed, as her gorgeous Teutonic body began to leap and jerk helplessly under its deep mulatto thrusting.

“Nnh! Oh, no! I… I can’t help it! I’m… I’m cumming!!!” Princess Defiant announced in a forlorn wail as, eyes wide, stars exploded through her brain, and answering showers of shimmering moisture exploded from her brutally ravaged red-headed snatch.

“Oui! OUI!” Princess Glory screamed, her voluptuous French body shaking. “Vous voleur! Vous voleur! Vous avez pris MOI!!!” she screamed, as, her voluptuous hips shaking with frenzy, pure conquered pleasure exploded from her deep-penetrated pussy.

“Nng! Oh, Goddess!” Princess Peace squealed. She blushed deeply, as to either side of her her once-proud Princesses thrashed and squealed in the brainless depths of pure, humiliating, and submissive pleasure. She resisted longest of all, as the leader’s massive penis pounded away deep up inside her Swedish cunt. But the downfall of all her comrades finally removed her last psychological defense. Jaw dropping, head twisting and shuddering, her priceless body trembling helplessly in her conqueror’s arms, finally even she could not resist.

“Oh, GODDESS!!!” she squealed, eyes and face lost in horrified awe, as the glorious light of the fireworks flickered across them. “You… you beasts!” she hissed. “You... you demons! You... you FIEEEND!” And, her head flying backwards, with a loud and ravaged squeal, Princess Peace’s demolished blonde pussy also exploded with showering fluids, shining to match the fireworks whose light flickered and dappled across her orgasmically squirming body.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” the thug leader laughed.

“Sluts,” another criminal said.

All five kept right on thrusting away. Their huge cocks, well-lubricated by the hot and flowing juices the proud Euro-pussies unleashed around them, pounded away furiously in the tight-clinging heaven that was the deep interior of each and every Princess’s worshipful channel. The deep slamming of their dicks didn’t give the moaning Euro-heroines the slightest respite. Before their first climaxes had even passed from their quivering bodies the thrashing beauties, whimpering, moaning, had each begun to rise into a second. As the thunderous bursts of light continued to explode again and again before their faces, one by one each European beauty shuddered and squealed through one furious orgasm, after another, after another. The entire experience blended into an orgy of light and pleasure, in which the grunting pounding criminals lost track of which of their number’s lady was orgasming, and the moaning near-mindless beauties lost track of the number they’d had.

On and on the show went. For twenty minutes the Delta City fireworks show thundered, and for twenty minutes the sweaty mewling Euro-heroines were kept in a state of near continuous collective climax. Finally, as the show began to slowly grow to its crescendo, one by one the European beauties simply could not resist. One by one, they completely gave in.

Ironically, it was Princess Defiant who surrendered first. Tiring of pounding into the squirming shapely redhead from behind, her tattooed paramour suddenly pulled out. Princess Defiant gasped, lips hanging open and quivering in disbelief as if in imitation of her pussy as she found herself suddenly empty – even as his hands seized tight hold of her body. Whirling her round, the brutish thug hurled the priceless beauty to the ground, propping her back up against the trunk of a nearby tree. She lay against it, naked, gasping. But when the huge-dicked brute came back down to claim her again, from the front, her long and powerful legs made no attempt to close.

Instead, she waited until she was pressed belly to belly to him, wrapped tight in his arms. Then, her luscious legs slowly lifted and, her skimpy Union Jack panty dangling delicately from a booted ankle, slowly wrapped them around his back. His huge cock, still glistening with her juices, pressed back up against her pussy and waited, ready to enter her again. Then he paused.

“C’mon you Yank brute,” the sweaty redhead hissed up at her shadowed thug, her full red lips peeled apart in a quivering sultry snarl. “C’mon! What are you waiting for? Fuck me!”

“Your wish is my command, slut,” he said. Seizing a tight grip upon her shoulders, he slammed in hard back into her pussy.

“Oh! Goddess!” Princess Defiant squealed, as his massive penis rammed back up inside her. Above her taut-spread and engorged lips her trim natural red bush quivered, as his massive meat sank deep.

His somewhat flabby belly sliding in heaven upon her taut and toned stomach, the stocky thug groaned and, seizing a tight hold upon the Princess, began pounding away furiously.

“Oh, shit!” Princess Defiant squealed, her whole body shaking, as Yank firework after triumphant Yank firework exploded over her in time to his deep and conquering thrusts. “Oh, god, yes! Yes! M-more!” And, whimpering in awe, the gorgeous redhead lifted her beautiful head to his and, moaning softly, gave her brutish rapist the first of many delicate, quivering kisses.

And yet, as the gorgeous redhead slid her tongue up into her conqueror and, whimpering under the force of his conquest, silently expressed her love, she was not the only one being tamed. At the other end of the row, Princess Honor gasped and quivered in awe as her own rapist’s jet-black eighteen-inch monster pounded yet another quivering, squirting orgasm out of her impossibly deep-ravaged Italian pussy.

“Oh… that’s it…” her luscious voice cooed, as her gorgeous face, clad in its Italian Flag mask, shuddered in awe at his continuing depredations inside her. “Oh! You… you big black American stud!” she whimpered, her eyes rolling in their sockets. “F-fuck me! Fuck me deep, with… with your giant NEGRO cock!!!”

“Heh heh heh,” her dark-skinned conqueror chuckled. His long fingers stroked, exultantly, over her huge naked European boobies. Taking her large tender pink nipples between his callused fingers, he twisted and squeezed them mockingly. Meanwhile, his thick dark lips came forward and, smirking, hovered behind her ear. “Are you a racist, my little Euro slut?” he whispered into her ear, amused.

Watching him play with her tits and whimpering under his deep thrusts inside her pussy, Princess Honor bit her lip and quivered, blushing. But just one more thrust of his gigantic dark cock up in between her shapely trembling thighs forced her to speak.

“Si! Si!” she moaned. Her gorgeous head sank back against his shoulder and, lying next to his sneering dark face, trembled and gasped in awe. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “I… I am a racist!” she admitted, blushing. “Please!” she said. “P-Punish me, my African stallion! Punish my Italian pussy deep, like it deserves!”

Smirking, the dark thug turned his head and gave the quivering, Italian-flag-covered beauty a brief kiss on her lovely cheek. “Your command,” the dark thug whispered into her ear, chortling, as she blushed and shivered with need, “is my wish.” Then, taking a tighter hold upon her dusky buxom body, he began to slam in with a fury he had never unleashed before.

“OH! Mio Dio!” the Italian beauty shrieked. And, as he fucked her hard, she turned her head, seeking him. But, unable to find his dark smirking lips, as his huge dark cock forced yet another powerful orgasm to explode up into her squirming impaled body, the devastated princess lifted her lips and pressed kiss after kiss after quivering whimpering kiss onto the sneering chin and jaw of her hulking dark conqueror.

Meanwhile, as the Principessa kissed and came her brains out just beside her, under a particularly deep and devastating thrust of her own conqueror Princess Glory wrenched back and screamed. So explosively did her shapely body writhe as the climax pounded through that her thrusting rapist, grunting with dismay, popped out from beneath her lusciously curved buns and lost his grip upon her sweaty supple flesh. With a cry and moan, Princess Glory tumbled from his grip.

With a moan and a thump, Princess Glory ended up with her back propped against one of the many large rocks that littered the edge of the bluff. Her gorgeous head rested against the craggy surface at one end while her luscious bubble-butt squished silkily against the craggy surface, higher up, at the other. Wasting no time, as the skies exploded overhead and lit their tryst like a strobe light, her eager thug promptly ducked down after his prize, seizing hold of her luscious hips. Positioning himself in moments relative to his French treat, with a whoop he slammed his hips down into her propped up pelvis, driving his gargantuan schlong deep up inside her tight French twat once more.

"OH!" the French princess squealed, as his gargantuan American schlong spread and savaged her tight tender twat. "Oh! Vous Barbare!" she cried, her gorgeous tiara-crowned head rolling and shuddering atop the rough rock. "Vous Barbare!" she squealed, as his mammoth member began slipping and sliding carelessly inside her taut-spread cavity. "Vous Sauvage! VOUS BARBARE!" she squealed, again and again.

Yet her long, dancer's legs, spread to either side of his dumpy thrusting torso, made not the slightest attempt to close and protect her sacred royal twat. Instead, their long sleek curves spread wide around his pumping belly, and quivered in awe. At the end of her mile-long legs her royal toes could be seen visibly curling and uncurling inside her sleek, fleur-de-lis decorated boots, with his each and every pussy-ravaging thrust.

Meanwhile, a short distance away, Princess Order was also getting her Teutonic twat pounded up against a rock. But her assailant's brutality had driven her up against it from behind, her sleek belly pressed against the stone, and her gorgeous head smashed down by his hand high-cheek-bone on against the filthy rock. Nevertheless her gorgeous, classically-sculpted face whimpered and quivered in disbelief, as his enormous unit ravaged her drooling and defenseless nether lips.

"Oh! So... so dick!" she moaned, in German, as his massive dark-skinned schlong slid slowly, like a horrid worm, in and out of her quivering out-matched nether lips. His tremendous balls, swollen and swaying with seed, swung up to caress the insides of her sleek and trembling Aryan thighs, before swaying heavily back out again as his long veiny monster withdrew. "Oh... oh.. you.. .you criminal!" she hissed, switching back to her assailant's English as he withdrew until only his massive bloated tip remained inside her. "You... you savage CRIMINAL!" she squealed, as his gargantuan tip slammed back in. Then, as he resumed a brutal rhythm inside her, her lovely brain reverted back into German. "Oh! So dick!" she squealed, as his huge schlong filled her to the hilt, pounding in so hard her lovely taut ass shook like jelly. "So dick! So dick! SOOO DIIIICK!!!" she screamed, as she came, yet again.

At the center of the ring of squealing, squirming, well-fucked heroines upon the firework-lit bluffs, Princess Peace was also getting fucked atop a rock. But rather than being tilted down upon it, or having her belly pressed to it and getting railed from behind, her paramour had propped her insanely rounded bubble-butt upon the craggy surface of his chosen stone bitch-holder, and railed her face to face. Princess Peace thus had the dubious honor of being able to look up into her conqueror's face, as his leering American-Flag-doo-ragged features were lit by the thundering crack and boom of firework after firework after firework.

"Oh... you BEAST!" she hissed up at him. Her enormous yet flawless breasts rubbed and caressed against his chest, her tender nipples fully erect ,as his massive tool stirred and churned her drooling juices. "Oh... you ANIMAL!" she howled, her teeth grit and her classically sculpted face quivering under his pounding thrusts.

"We conquered all your Princesses, sweetheart," the thuggish American criminal purred. Seizing her by her huge tits, he began slamming his veiny jackhammer in her cunt even harder. Around him the moans and coos and deeply penetrated sighs of her valiant vixens formed a musical crescendo for their coitus, accompanied by the booming bass erupting over their heads. "Their soft sloppy pussies just couldn't resist getting a real man's dick for a change!" he laughed.

"Oh! That's... that's not TRUEEE!" Princess Peace screamed. But she was unable to articulate her objections any further, descending into incoherent if furious squealing as her glorious body shuddered on the very cusp of orgasm. Around her, their own gorgeous faces shaking and shuddering under the powerful plowing they were receiving, all of her shapely associates did likewise.

Then, as they fucked and fucked, the wracking 'Boom! Boom! Boom!' of fireworks that had seemed to shatter the sky overhead in time to each heroine-soul-shattering thrust down below slowed, and then stopped. For a brief second the cliff-side glade fell dark. After the pulsing brightness the glowing lights of Delta City's harbor gradually re-appeared below. In tune with the slowing and stopping of the exploding shells the mammoth schlongs filling heroine pussy slowly reduced their vicious hammering, and gradually withdrew, until only their enormous tips still lay within their beautiful opponent's clinging wide-spread pussy lips.

"Mein.... Meine Gottin..." Princess Order whispered, as she gazed up at the dark twinkling sky in wonder.

"Did we... did we outlast it?" Princess Defiant asked, her gorgeous face gaping into the darkness... even as her huge boobies jiggled against her conqueror's tattooed chest.

As one, their dicks twitching and pulsing with delight in the tight hot still cavities of their unsuspecting European victims, the American slavers smirked. A dark chuckle slowly rolled across the gloomy glade.

Suddenly, there came the soft distant hiss of dozens of rockets launching at once. After the customary penultimate pause, with a staggering 'BOOOM!' the show's finale erupted. They sky exploded and the Earth shook, as dozens of burning flowers blossomed at once, blotting out the stars. And at the exact same moment, howling and cackling with pleasure, all five thugs' dicks slammed deep into their chosen heroine's cunt... and unleashed an equally massive and devastating eruption of cum up into her defenseless royal womb.

"AIIEEEE!" Princess Defiant squealed, her crowned head shaking and fluids splattering from her redheaded pussy, as her conqueror's huge tool pulsed repeatedly in her overloaded cunt, each pulse delivering a firehose-like blast of his seed into her. And, in that instant, every ounce of her namesake defiance dissolved, utterly. "Oh... oh YESSSS!" she squealed. Her luscious legs opened wide and trembled in awe as his decisive invasion spurted up between them... welcoming them with proverbial pussy-lip-quivering open arms. "Oh, YES! Give it to me!" she begged, as her entire body shook with devastated passion. "Give... give it to me you... you RUDE... you uncouth BEAST! Oh, yes! YES! YESSS!!!"

A few meters away, the tips of Princess Glory's fleur-de-lis-decorated boots trembled high in the air, as she too took blast after blast of Yankee seed into her royal French cunt. "Oui! Oui! OUIII!" she squealed, her gorgeous French head shaking and screamed as she got furiously plowed. "Vous... vous etes mon chevalier!" she moaned, as her helpless massively-overstretched pussy quivered in devastation around his deep brutal thrusts. "Mon... mon seigneur... mon... mon ROIIII!!!" Her long legs spread as wide as they possibly could around his pounding flesh, and shook in awe as, fluids shooting from her ravaged pussy as well, she too was driven into a thundering world-smashing climax.

"Oh! Gott in Himmel! GOTT IN HIMMEL!!!" Princess Order screeched, as a tremendous volume of potent cum erupted into her trembling Teutonic twat. Her tongue lolled out and lapped at her luscious lips... as if preparing them for a kiss. Or a suck. "Oh! Ich.. Ich bin dein!" she squealed. "Ich bin dein! Ich bin DEIN!!!"

Princess Honor meanwhile, said nothing. Whimpering and moaning with passion, the Italian beauty was too busy pressing kiss after big fat kiss to her paramour's neck, as his mammoth jet-black member delivered spurt after powerful jetting spurt of cum into her unprotected pussy.

In the center of the thunder-lit glade, Princess Peace thrashed and squealed as she heard each of her beloved heroines fall, on e by one, under their attackers' spurting power. Her supremely well-hung conqueror, having a little more stamina than his men, still pounded his enormous veiny beast in and out of her rippling cunt. Though she heard and understood the fell import of the screams of fear and horror of her fellow heroines turn to moans and squeals of dominated pleasure, her gaze and her soul remained utterly focused on her own pounding paramour.

"Oh... you BEAST! You BRUTE! You ANIMAL!" Princess Peace squealed, as his huge penis slammed at light speed in and out of her pussy.

Then, finally, the slaver leader slammed into the hilt in Princess Peace's pussy. His filthy fingers clenched tight around her sleek, voluptuous, and fertile hips, and with a mighty roar he unleashed a massive explosion of cum, his penis shaking and spewing like a Saturn V in her cunt as it launched its explorers deep into her unprotected womb. As she felt the American criminal's massive explosion deep inside her, Princess Peace gasped deep, and gazed up into his cruel face - lit, as it was, from all sides, by the thunder and crash of dozens of fireworks going off all around them. And as she felt the thick fire-hose like spurts of his seed gallantly streaming up into her, to the gaping gorgeous blonde, they also seemed to be going off inside of her head.

And in that moment, beneath the rockets' red glare and the genetic bombs bursting in her cunt, Princess Peace's mind was forever changed. Her mighty deep-impaled body shuddered, massively, around his tremendous invasion. And in moments later, spurting showers of fluid erupted in answer from her cunt.

"Oh... oh GODDESSS!!!" she shrieked, gaping up into his eyes in awe. "I... I LOVE IT!" His huge pulsing tool withdrew, pounded back in, and unleashed another NASA-worthy launch of cum into her cunt. Her entire voluptuous body shuddered with pleasure around him, as it trembled in joyful awe to be filled. "Oh... oh YESSS!" she squealed, pounding her buxom hips up into his brutal thrust as best she could. "Give... GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed, as yet another torrent of sticky seed spewed like the mighty Mississippi up into her. So much already lay inside, that dribbles and streamers of patriotic cum - glowing red white and blue in the thundering glow from the sky - poured continuously from her taut-spread and cock-conquered foreign cunt. "Oh, YES!" she moaned, as he pumped and pumped and spewed and spewed. "I'm CONQUERED! I'm your SLAVE! And I LOOOVE YOUUUU!!!"

Then, with a loud squeal, Princess Peace dissolved into an orgasm so powerful she lost the power of speech entirely. Fluids, both his and hers, shot from her cunt to match the ferocity of the fireworks overhead. All around her, somehow, over the wracking boom of the raging finale, she could hear the moans of her fellow heroines doing likewise. But, unable to resist, rather than horror, the sensation inspired a deep gooey feeling of lust inside her. Lifting her flawless lips high, she pressed kiss after kiss onto her conqueror's face, until his sneering jaw was smothered in bright red Swedish lip-prints.

At last, the mind-shattering roar of the Delta City Fourth of July Grand Finale settled down, and trailed away into a ringing silence.

At the same time, within the taut-spread cunts of the deep-ravaged European heroines, the Americans' cocks spewed forth their last desultory spurts to join the lakes of cum that already lay within. Growing limp, they slowly slurped down their quivering channels and, emerging like long tired serpents, spilled forth out of their ravaged pussy lips. The European heroines moaned softly as their big Yankee beat-sticks were finally removed... and, where able, lifted their lips and pressed one last kiss onto their conqueror's evilly leering faces.

Then, sighing with deeply contented pleasure, the slavers loosed their grips upon the sleek sweaty bodies of their ravaged foes. Whimpering softly, their shapely athletic forms shivering in post-coital shock, the gorgeous beauties slowly slid down to lay at the rough feet of their criminal conquerors. Their legs splayed wide, they blinked down in awe... as they watched rivers of Yank semen pouring from their ravaged royal cunts.

"Oh... oh my Goddess..." Princess Honor whispered as, flat upon her back between the grubby trainers of her hulking new lord, she watched his potent negro seed pour out of her once-pristine Italian pussy lips.

"Ungh... such... such elan!" Princess Glory moaned, eyes blinking tiredly, as her glorious body lay sprawled in the dirt before the boots of her brutish lover.

"Ohhhh..." Princess Order whimpered as, bereft of support, she slowly slid face-first down her rock, until she lay crumpled at the feet of her ruler. Her voluptuous hips, lifted high, slowly wiggled back and forth in the night air... as rivers of glistening semen poured down her Teutonic thighs. From the immense dusky member that dangled above them, a few last drips of cum fell down to spatter across her flawless rounded buttocks. Face pressed to the dirt, Princess Order sighed as the hot seed struck her, and licked her lips. "Ooh," she sighed again, her face half-buried in the mid and a hot pearly glop trickling down it, "such... such a stud!"

Chuckling, savoring the glow, the slavers took a moment to admire their beautiful conquests sprawled and splattered bodies. But their patience was not infinite.

"Alright," the slaver leader barked, hands upon his hips and a grin upon his lips. "Get the fuck up you lazy bitches! On your knees!"

Squirming, whimpering, the exhausted European heroines let out soft sighs in response. But they no longer had a single shred of will left in their deeply fucked-out bodies to refuse. Slowly, with deep breaths, lifting trembling hands to stroke their long and lustrous hair back into position behind their crowns, the princesses rose. Voluptuous bodies wiggling and shifting, with soft sighs they formed a stripped and large-breasted line, each bare buxom bottom perched atop a meekly folded pair of nationalist-colored boots, before the hulking American thugs.

Enjoying the squirming and undulating, silky-skinned view, the slaver leader smirked deeply. "What do you ladies have to say for yourself?" he purred.

A gasp ran through the kneeling beauties. Slowly, upon their high and sculpted cheekbones a pink blush slowly spread. Finally Princess Peace, her voluptuous yet tautly rounded buns wiggling nervously atop her proud boots, kneeling in the center of the busty row, lifted her head high and spoke.

"We... we are sorry," she said, softly. "We stuck our noses where they didn't belong. We realize that now." Beneath her flat fertile belly and blonde bush, a dollop of oozing semen flowed out of her devastated Swedish pussy lips, and ran trickling down her thighs. She squirmed, and blinked up at him in awe. "Please," she whispered. "Forgive us." And, by way of persuasion, the busty leader of the Pax Vexes leaned her gorgeous head low and, wrapping her flawless lips around the tip of the American slaver's penis, gave it a lingering, worshipful kiss.

Chuckling, the slaver leader enjoyed the press of her lips against his cock. Then his smirk broadened. "Sorry, Euro-bitches," he purred down to them. "But I'm in a patriotic mood. So we're going to march your royal asses, naked, through the streets of Sugar Town - wearing nothin' but your crowns, chains, and National Flag panties wrapped around ya ankles - for all the pimps n' hos to laugh at!"

"OH!" the five kneeling heroines yelped. They may have been new comers to Delta City, but even they could easily figure out that now that the fireworks were over that hordes of ne'er-do-wells would be pouring into the notorious red light district, looking to party. They could only imagine what such a drunken, patriotically-dressed throng would make of the five greatest heroines of Europe getting led, helpless and dribbling with cum, through their filthy midst. They did so, at great length, and though several of their pussies promptly oozed with moisture that had nothing to do with the copious cum pouring from them, their noble faces still gasped in horror.

"Yeah," another thug sneered, leering down evilly at his chosen beauty. "And then we're gonna make you sluts all line up on your knees, and give blowjobs to whoever is willing to pay."

"And then, we gonna put you Euro-beauties up on an auction block," another thug purred, enjoying how his kneeling heroine gasped and squirmed at the thought, "and sell your bodies off to the highest bidder!"

"My... my Goddess!" Princess Peace gasped, echoed by her fellow Princesses, each in and with her native tongue. Instantly realizing their only hope was to make a better offer the five beauties, each still naked and bound, wiggled their curvy hips and giant breasts closer to their leering foes, and blinked up into their evil faces in breathless desperation.

"Please," Princess Peace opened, softly. "Please... instead, return our costumes. Let us wear them in glory, in public... and whenever you ask, we shall return, kneel, strip at your feet... and beg to serve your pleasure." Wiggling her voluptuous body a little closer, she craned her beautiful face forward and pressed a delicate kiss to the tip of the leader's penis.

"Yes," Princess Order softly affirmed. "We... we will be the mightiest heroines of Europe by day... and your total slaves in the bedroom by night." Blushing deeply, the German beauty slowly ran her tongue around and around the bronzed cock-head of her American conqueror.

"I dunno," the slaver leader purred, as he enjoyed Princess Peace's fine Swedish tongue also making a series of slow quivering trips around the tip of his glans. "Just the five of you? That ain't very many..."

The last few Princesses not yet slurping on cock exchanged brief glances. Their lips trembled, and upon their faces their blushes deepened. Finally, it was Princess Glory who gave in first.

"We... we have trainees..." the gorgeous French beauty admitted.

"D-dozens of them," Princess Honor whispered, her buxom naked haunches shaking. She took a deep breath, her huge Italian titties shaking before her enemy's knees. "From a dozen different countries. Each engineered and grown to be models of physical perfection... like we."

"They are all between the ages of 16 and 17," Princess Defiant whispered. "Most have not been with a man before..."

"We... we will feed their supple bodies to you, one by one," Princess Peace softly promised. "All will be your slaves. Just... just keep us as your secret sex toys, too, instead of humiliating and exposing us."

Then, despite the deep blushes of shame spread across their gorgeous cheeks, the five European beauties did their best to persuade the American criminals the only way they knew how. Craning their heads forward, with soft sighs and awe, they began to delicately kiss, slurp, and suck their criminal antagonists' dicks.

"Awww... yeah..." one of the slavers gasped, his head rolling back with pleasure, as a tiara-crowned head bobbed beautifully at his waist.

"What... what you think boys?" the leader purred, a huge grin on his lips as his head also rolled with ecstasy upon his broad shoulders, as Princess Peace's tongue rolled and wrapped delicately around his massive cock.

"Oh... fuck... I don't know!" Princess Honor's jet-black new ruler purred, as the Princess's jutting ass wiggled delightfully atop her boots, and her huge tits jostled and jiggled between his legs. "But I know this is some 'international diplomacy' I can get behind!"

"True that!" another slaver laughed. And all cackled with delight, as the European heroines' moaning throats bobbed and slurped moistly around their chokingly-thick dongs. Shuddering with pleasure, huge grins spread across their lips, they struggled to reach a decision. But with the finest trans-Atlantic tongues coiling and caressing around their members, they did not see any reason to decide quickly.

Unfortunately for the poor well-sucked slavers, just because they didn't see the reason didn't mean it didn't see them.

"Alright, ladies!" a brash, female, American voice suddenly called from the darkness. "NOW!!!"

"Wh... what?!" the slaver leader yelped, his American-Flag-doo-ragged head jerking up in shock. But with a lovely European head slurping eagerly at his now once more long and ready schlong, he didn't react fast - and neither did any of his fellows. With an echoing 'whump!' a pair of hissing canisters soared in out of the darkness just above their heads. The criminals heads, above the slurping ones of their pretty paramours, gaped up at them in shock... moments before both canisters exploded into roiling clouds of chemical fog that smothered all ten of them.

"F-FUCK!" one of the slavers promptly bellowed. Their hands jerked up and their muscular bodies twitched. But they were rooted the spot by the tight throats and curvy bodies quivering between their legs. Moments later, they began to double over and wrack with coughing.

At the stricken mend' feet, the European heroines too squealed and moaned in shock, eyes blinking wide around their huge mouth-plugs. Squealing, their luscious lips rocketed back down the long criminal lengths they had been persuasively slurping... and, the moment they popped free of their big bloated tips, promptly breathed in some of the roiling gas as well. With panicked squeals, like stricken cheerleaders, their hourglass-curvy bodies flopped to their lovely flat bellies and, long limbs trembling nakedly and helplessly, also succumbed to pitiful squeaking coughs.

Their huge chests thudding with cough after cough, the stricken slavers struggled to resist but one by one fell to their knees. For a few seconds the shapely heroines and their studly nemesis were intermixed upon the dirt, those with sleekly curved buttocks and those with huge members dangling between their thighs side by side and reduced to absolute equality in their helplessness. Then one by one, with deep groans or soft sighs respectively, they all shuddered side by side upon the soil and succumbed to comforting chemical slumber.

Some time later, with soft sighs and softer squirms in their sprawled naked bodies, the European heroines woke up. Their lovely eyes blinked open to find themselves side-on in the dirt. For a moment, their shapely bodies squirmed against the cold earth. Soft whimpers passed from their lips as their pretty heads swirled in confusion. Then, as one, with a loud gasp of shock, they shot upwards. Rising up onto their haunches, they arrived upon their knees in a long row, their huge bare breasts shaking and swaying side-by-side with the violence of their ascent.... and gasped.

Ms. Americana stood before them. Her legs were spread wide. Her hands were on her hips, and a smirk was on her lips. Even after one of the hardest nights of the year her flag-themed bikini, unlike theirs, was still very much in place, arcing defiantly across her buxom and muscular flesh.

“Hello, sleeping beauties,” the Queen of Justice purred.

They gasped, staring up at her in shock. Then, as one their beautiful heads tilted down, and looked between her legs... and gasped again.

In the distance, in the center of the shadowy clearing in which they had been taken, the slavers were in the midst of being led away in chains. Knowing well what sort of sticky situation might await her at the top of the bluffs, Ms. Americana had hand-selected a picked team of all-female officers to accompany her in checking the errant European heroines. So it was that as they were being led away, their huge limp dicks still dangling and dripping between their legs, the slavers were surrounded by two dozens police-women of the DCPD – short skirts arcing across their shapely hips and police caps perched jauntily atop their pretty heads. Admiring the criminals' weapons, several were cradling, and slowly stroking, the long silver experimental guns which, having stolen them from a Wade Industries defense lab earlier in the day, the slavers had used to take the Euro-heroines down. When they weren't staring at the thugs' dangling trouser snakes, one by one the American police-women looked up and cast an unending series of cruel and derisive smirks in the chained heroines' directions.

In the name of 'preserving evidence,' each criminal still had his chosen Euro-beauty's skimpy national-flag-themed bikini bras and panties dangling from their belts. Their mystic rings, meanwhile, Ms. Americana held carelessly in her left hand.

After letting them get a good long look at their former conquerors, the smirking Queen of Justice finally cleared her throat, getting their gasping pretty attention back on her. "So," Ms. Americana cooed, through huge and smugly smirking red lips. "You ladies have anything to say for yourselves?"

For just a moment, they gaped and gasped up at her in shock. Then, pulling herself together, Princess Peace rapidly got her regal wits back about her. Drawing herself up into as imperious and uncaring a posture as she could manage while naked and on her knees between the tips of the towering American heroine's boots, she lifted her glitteringly crowned head high, and gave the smirking Queen of Justice a noble and imperious look.

"Thank you for the assist, Ms. Americana" the Swedish beauty said, her voice quivering just slightly before assuming its customary haughtiness. "You may rest assured that having lured our enemies into a false sense of security, we were about to enact our master plan. But... but we still appreciate your, how you say... timely attempt at a rescue."

Ms. Americana raised an eyebrow, and her smirk broadened. "Attempt?" she asked.

"Yes!" Princess Defiant said, sharply. At the end of the line of kneeling heroines she too rose up as high as she could upon her sleekly voluptuous haunches, and affixed the American heroine with a stern glare... despite the fact that a dollop of slimy cum chose that exact moment to slide down her cheek, and plummet off to land upon her big bare breasts. "Despite appearances, we were not the least bit indisposed!" she insisted proudly... even as, between her extended pink nipples, the dollop of cum formed a slimy trail down into the jiggling crevice between her immense jugs.

"Is that a fact?" Americana cooed. Admiring the view, she folded her arms beneath her own immense bra-straining breasts.

"It is!" Princess Glory promptly and stridently insisted. Her crowned face darkening, she fixed the American heroine's masked face with a furious glare, "In... in fact, if you had not intervened," she continued, boldly, "we would soon have convinced them to reveal their entire organization! With... with our tongues," she admitted. Her French face blushed slightly beneath her crown... while, beneath her ample round buttocks, a dollop of cum oozed out, briefly dangled, and then dripped down to join a growing slimy pool between her fleur-de-lis decorated boots.

"That-that's right!" Princess Honor said. Her own gigantic breasts jiggling back and forth, she too drew herself up to her full buxom kneeling height, backing up her sisters.

"In fact," Princess Order said, sternly, with a gorgeous mouth still dripping with slaver cum, "if you had but waited a few minutes for us to do our work, instead of charging in with your American impatience, it would be you who would be thanking us!"

Ms. Americana favored the angry, nakedly glaring European heroines with a long, lingering look. Then, her smirk growing even broader, she lifted an arm out from under her big jostling tits, and hooked her thumb back over her shoulder at the quivering slavers. "Those five?" she said. "They don't have any organization. They just rob, rape and deal to their hearts' content, in between escapes from jail. I've personally arrested them a half-dozen times... and I never had to fall to my knees to do it!"

Princess Honor's face quivered in horror, at the news. "Oh..." she said softly, and sank, crestfallen, back down onto her swollen buttocks upon the dirt.

"Furthermore," Ms. Americana purred, "while we were setting up our ambush, we heard you Euro-sluts clear as day... trying to bargain away your own sidekicks in return for being those common thugs' slaves."

"Oh..." the rest of the Pax Vexes whimpered. Their gorgeous crowned heads quivered, and then fell, one by one, shamed features vanishing under the lustrous spill of their hair. Only Princess Peace remained defiantly upright, her luscious lips searching, angrily, for a retort. But Americana did not give her a chance.

"And," she added, pointedly, before either sputtering Euro-beauty could speak, "we have it all on audio... and video!"

Pointing behind her, she directed the European heroines' gaze, at last, to the pretty little brunette cop-girl who stood, to one side, with a high-end night-vision camera. Provided to the DCPD courtesy Wade Industries, it came fitted with a long and devastating shotgun mike. Having done her job documenting the Euro-heroines' humiliation, she had now shut the camera off and had it cradled under her arms. Seeing the European heroines staring at her in horror, she grinned, lifted one hand, and gave them a friendly yet leering wave.

Having turned to gape in horror at the incriminating camera, one by one the gorgeous faces of the Pax Vexes turned back to gape up into Americana's face. But now, no trace of pride or defiance remained on any of them. With an ashamed whimper, even Princess Peace slumped low upon her fertile haunches at the feet of the towering American heroine, and trembled in humiliated defeat.

"P-please," the proud Swedish heroine whispered up, past Americana's swooping flag-themed panties, to her smug masked face. "Please, don't tell anyone of our shame," she begged.

"We'll do anything you want!" Princess Glory whimpered, her eyes watering as they blinked up in awe.

“An... anything!” Princess Defiant promptly affirmed.

“Anything?” Americana cooed?

“An... anything!” Princess Order and Honor simultaneously affirmed. All five gorgeous heroines nodded their pretty crowned heads, their lovely eyes blinking up at her, moist and pleading and wide.

Ms. Americana chuckled. “That’s good,” she cooed, down at their five squirming, naked forms. Reaching down, she slipped the red fingers of one of her gloved hands into the front of her skimpy panties, from the side. “But don’t worry,” she cooed. She licked her lips. “I won’t make you ladies do anything you haven’t already shown a lot of enthusiasm for...”

And, so saying, she jerked aside the crotch of her star-spangled panties, to reveal before their gaping faces the thick, drooling lips of her pussy before their gaping gorgeous faces. For a brief moment, shock and outrage trembled across their proud royal faces. Then, with whimpers and squirming blushes, one by one they remembered their position, and their regal faces fell.

“We... we’re sorry,” Princess Peace whispered, softly. And, squirming in a little closer, eyes closed, she lifted her glistening tongue up and caressed it, tenderly, back and forth across the entrance to Americana’s glistening snatch. Then, with a soft gasp, she withdrew. Princess Glory leaned in in her place and, blushing deeply, nevertheless dextrously caressed the tip of her agile French tongue up and down the tender slit of the American heroine’s cunt.

“P-please forgive us,” Princess Glory whispered, and then, after one last tender lap of her tongue, delicately withdrew.

“We... we apologize,” Princess Honor said, before leaning her huge-breasted form past the thighs of her French comrade to give an Italian tickle up and down the upper entrance to Americana’s snatch, using her tip to tease ever so lightly at her clitoris.

“You... you are the superior heroine,” Princess Order whispered, before her own gorgeous Teutonic head went up between Americana’s mighty thighs to do its slurping duty too.

“Please,” Princess Defiant whispered, between rolling laps of her tongue against Americana’s snatch as she took her turn a few seconds later. “Please... have mercy on us...” Then, pressing her tip up through Americana’s out lips, she stroked up and down them, while her tongue quivered delicately.

“Mmm...” Ms. Americana purred, as she enjoyed their lapping services up between her wide-spread legs. She lifted her head high, and smiled beatifically... cupping her hands over one crowned Euro-beauty’s head after another, as each did her turn pressing her lips to her muff. “That’s fine, girls,” she cooed, smirking. “But you ladies have better ways to apologize with those tongues... besides speaking.” Then, tugging Princess Peace’s gorgeous blonde head tighter up between her thighs, she forced the European heroines’ leader to shove her trembling tongue deeper up inside her slit. And, though they whimpered and moaned and blushed in humiliated shame at her feet, the Pax Vexes did as they were told. In fact, mysteriously, their tongues showed not the slightest slackening of enthusiasm as, crowned heads bobbing and the air filling with the sounds of tender murmurs and moist slurps, they strove with all their hearts to conduct their non-verbal apology.

“Oh... oh, yes,” Americana sighed, licking her lips, head lifted high over the sea of slurping Euro-tongue pleasure. “Oh... yes.... oh... YES!” Her toes rolled in her boots, as she shivered and quivered in delight.

Meanwhile, out in Delta City harbor, the fireworks barge was preparing to return to the dock. A great deal of spare fireworks were still aboard - extras for the show, in case of duds. Due to safety regulations, they could not return them to port. So the technicians had rigged them together and, in one go, let them fly.

So it was that, after half an hour of silence and darkness, the sky over Delta City harbor suddenly erupted in one last orgy of bursting light and cracking noise. The sound and fury washed down upon Ms. Americana and the five buxom beauties kneeling at her feet. “Oh!” Ms. Americana gasped, as her eyes shone up into the final patriotic display. “OH!” she gasped. Her head rocked back and her blue eyes opened wide and gazed into the blinding light as, from her loins, a matching burst of moisture erupted out onto the moaning, slurping Euro-heroines' gorgeous faces.

“Oh... oh... oh, God Bless America!” the Queen of Justice said, face shining in awe, as she came.

THE END

SUMMARY: the Pax Vexes (short for Pax Vexillatis, roughly 'battalion of peace') , a team of European heroines dressed in skimpy bikinis emblazoned with their own respective national flags, visit Delta City during its traditional drunken 4th of July bash. They smugly and publically declare they are here to demonstrate the superiority of their crime-fighting methods to that of the ‘barbaric’ American heroine. Directed to a strategic bluff-top park, the European heroines swiftly break up an illicit deal and then effortlessly humiliate a biker gang before themselves being ambushed and knocked out by a quartet of hung American slavers. The slavers, dressed in patriotic garb of their own for the holiday, proceed to fuck the Euro-heroines senseless beneath the lights of the city’s annual fireworks extravaganza. As the grand finale erupts overhead and massive cum-shots erupt in their wombs the Pax Vexes orgasm explosively, getting tamed into utter submission. After the celebrations the conquered beauties try to negotiate for their own slavery and that of their sidekicks, in return for not having their conquest exposed. Before they can consummate their deal a gas grenade interrupts the proceedings, knocking both the ladies and the slavers out. The Pax Vexes awake to see their attackers being led away to jail, dicks still out and dripping, and Ms. Americana standing over them. They beg her not to tell anyone what has happened. Americana agrees… but not before pulling her star-spangled panties to one side and getting a little 4th of July tribute of her own. Ms. Americana ends with a patriotic exclamation, as she cums all over her lapping Euro-rivals’ faces.