Knowing what they expected of her, Barbara's throat tightened and her mouth watered. She didn't fight them when Leather and Tamika each pressed down on a shoulder, forcing her to kneel before the filthy homeless man. She bit her lip, swallowed hard, and reached for his zipper.

  "This the real Barbara Daul?" he asked as she unzipped his filthy pants.

  "You betcha," Sammie Jo said. "She is eager to perform public services. Servicing you, John Q. Public, first." She glanced down at the beggar's cock. "Ew, do you ever wash that thing?"

  "No matter," Tamika said. "It'll be spic and span clean when Barbara's through with it."

  Barbara knelt before the bum. He reeked of stale alcohol, cigarettes, and unwashed humanity. Really, really stank. Even as oversexed and horny as they had her, Barbara gagged as she held his cock. But she had no choice, and besides, being forced to do him kinda aroused her on a very base level deep in her psyche. So Barbara held her breath, and started licking.

  "Hhhmmmmmggghhh," Barbara groaned, starting to squirm as she licked his cock from head to balls, and then back up the other side. Finally, she swallowed him down and started to bob her head. She could hear her friends back in the lobby gasping and crying out with shock and ….pleasure! Then she forgot them, because his dick was really firing up her libido. "Mmmmmggghhh."

  Slurp.

  "Look at her go!" Leather said. "What a raging whore."

  Slurp.

  "You know," Angel said. "I once saw a TV interview and Barbara did say that no matter what she did, she did the best she could."

  "Yes, that attention to detail, like the way she stops to suck on his balls ever so often, and plays with his balls with her hands otherwise, shows that she is a superior woman, a superior slut."

  Ssssssslurp.

  "Oooooooh, yes!" The beggar cried, filling Barbara's mouth with hot cum.

  "Swallow," Babe commanded, and Barbara did. Drank it all down greedily. "Good job, Barbara."

  With the beggar tended to properly, they led Barbara down the street. Anyone who showed interest in Barbara was offered a blow job. Didn't matter if they were eighteen or eighty, rich or poor, high roller or homeless. Barbara did them all right.

  The normally fifteen minute walk to The Tenderloin took them ninety minutes. They had Barbara sexually supercharged by that time. The street people of Synne City's most notorious and largest red light district were thrilled to see Barbara Daul brought low, dragged into the gutter and offered up for general consumption.

  Barbara soon lost her micro mini and was just walking around in the red corset, garter belt and ankle boots. Cum dribbled down her inner thighs, was splashed across her shapely ass from the small of her back down. Cum was even splattered across her deep cleavage, dribbling down into the darkness between.

  Barbara was marched up to pimps, pushers, and common johns, and ordered to give the best she had. They fucked her in the mouth, ass, and pussy, in every position they could think of, in public, all while Barbara's "handlers" filmed it for prosperity.

  "Barbara Fucking Daul!" Kid Rotten cried with delight. "What a mess you are, Barbi Doll. Is that cum on your face, tits, and ass?"

  "Yes," she said, feeling her face flame up.

  Barbara calmly stuffed the rancid, but well sucked cock, of a street vendor back into his dirty jeans. Then she rose sensuously to her stiletto heeled feet and faced the notorious pimp as her five handlers smirked.

  She faced Kid, licking her full red lips to get the last traces of cum off of them. The tall, lanky street pimp wore his usual purple suite and bowler. He had long blonde hair and a goatee. She gasped when he reached over and pinched her half-exposed and very hard nipples. Then he jerked her spectacular tits up and out of the corset, leaving them jostling over the corset. Barbara just groaned as he started fondling her.

  "You are too damned beautiful to be such an uptight, holier-than-thou bitch, Barbara," Kid said. He pushed her up against a brick wall, and pulled her left leg up and rested it on his shoulder. A crowd was gathering, looking at and pointing at her exposed cunt. Kid unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was huge, making Barbara's baby blues go wide in awe and fear. Rumor was Kid's cock was the second best bitch tamer in The Tenderloin, right after Pimp Daddy's legendary cock. "Guide me in, Barbara."

  Barbara gently guided his hard cock head to her quivering pussy, dripping with her own needs and desires. Kid gave it just enough push to part her tingling pussy lips, and pushed right up to her vagina. Barbara and the crowd gasped.

  "You don't have to do this, Kid. You can walk away. Please don't help them abuse and debase me," Barbara said.

  "You don't seem to be fighting it."

  "I can't," she admitted.

  "I can see that. You're possessed by some inner succubus or something, bitch," Kid said, laughing. He thrust, pushing half his cock into her tight twat. Her back arched and her eyes closed as her full red lips parted with a grunt. "It's time someone tamed your sweet white ass, Barbi Doll. And I'm just the pimp to do it."

  His cock was so big. It stretched her out, sending the most amazing waves of pleasure throughout her spectacular body. Barbara fought her needs and desires, her body's base urges. It felt too good, and she loved it too much. He had to stop before she lost herself utterly in the Amazon Curse.

  "Oh! Mercy!"

  "No mercy for you, Barbara," Kid growled, and started hammering it home.

  Barbara couldn't believe it. She thought she was totally debauched before she was given to Kid to use. She was so wrong. His cock was doing a number on her. Her body was afire. All of the men and women before Kid were sexual appetizers. He was the real deal, and she understood he would not stop until she was utterly broken on his cock, until she was tamed.

  Those thoughts and realizations froze Barbara's heart. Eyes wide, back arched and panting like a dog in heat, she stood on one foot while that sleazy pimp fucked her stupid, fucked her into sexual subservience. Her worst fear coming true.

  "So big," she groaned. "So good. No, bad. Ooooooooh."

  "I think you're scrambling her brains, Kid," Angel said.

  "Hell, Barbara had scrambled eggs for brains anyway," Tamika said. "She thought she would tame our wild hearts just by dangling something shiny in front of our eyes. We're not that superficial, baby."

  "I just….oh….wanted to…to….uuggh….to help you," Barbara gasped out as Kid fucked her harder than any woman could withstand. Harder than she'd ever be fucked. "I don't want to be tamed."

  Being broken and tamed was a real threat to any woman cursed with the Amazon gene. Sex was their Achilles Heel. As a super heroine she understood this profoundly.

  "I don't know about that, Barbara," Leather said. "You look eager enough to me."

  "Oh, she's eager to be tamed. Her body is, at least," Kid said between thrusts. "And she's almost there."

  "You can tell?" Barbara said. She was on the brink of a powerful climax. A scary huge climax. Her feeble defenses were crumbling fast, and she knew it would wash over her and she'd drown in her own debasement. And that realization was the final straw, and her most frightening orgasm ever crashed down upon her helpless body. "Sweet Liberty! Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh! Oh Goddess, help mmmeee!"

  Kid pulled out. Spun her around to face the wall, and pushed her back up against his. Then she felt his slippery wet and sticky cock pushed between her silky ass cheeks, right up to her butt hole. Barbara didn't have the wherewithal to fight him. She just clawed at the wall as he penetrated her and spread her sphincter wider than she thought possible.

  "Oh Goddess, you're killing me!"

  "That's what they all say the first time," Kid said, chuckling. "Lord, look at me, butt fucking Barbara Daul!"

  "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried out her climax.

  "Fuck her!" Angel cried.

  "Fuck her harder," Tamika said.

  "Yes!" Babe cried. "Break her, Kid!"

  "Wahoo!" Leather shouted. "Barbara Fucking Daul is getting her ass reamed out on the street, on camera, and with a huge audience of street people watching!"

  Sammie Jo, who was working the camera at that time, laughed. "Sweet! You won't believe the Money Shots I am getting here."

  A chill ran down Barbara's spine. An orgasm the like of which she'd never dreamed possible loomed above her. It terrified her like none other before. It was the ONE.

  "Oh Goddess, save me!" she cried. "Oh, stop! Stop! You have to stop before you destroy something wonderful and beautiful."

  "And what would that be?" Tamika said, smirking.

  Barbara couldn't admit she was Ms Amazing. "Me."

  "Break her!" Tamika said.

  "And it is….done," Kid said.

  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Barbara cried, her mind snapping under the intensity of the climax. It burned away her self-image, her self-control, and her pride. Indeed, it washed away the last vestiges of resistance, and left her a clean slate. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Sweet Liberty, I am tamed!"

  "Yes you are," Kid said, and then filled her ass with cum.

  "Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

  Kid pulled out, and Barbara dropped to her knees, panting and trembling from her monster climax. He commanded her to turn around, and start "Clean up duties." Barbara didn't hesitate. She knelt before the pimp in the purple suit, and licked, sucked, and nibbled his cock and balls until he was clean as can be. She was rewarded with a mouthful of cum, too.

  Once she was thoroughly tamed by Kid, the five ex-cons took their prize around the corner. To the Crazy Sexy.

  "A strip bar?" Barbara said. "You'd rather I dance naked than fuck?"

  "You'd rather fuck, huh?" Angel said.

  "Yes."

  "You are a natural born whore, Barbara," Tamika said.

  Barbara felt profound shame. "I know."

  They went inside. As Ms Amazing, she'd been in that strip joint many times looking for criminals. Beautiful young women in nothing but thongs and stilettos danced on multiple stages, while sleazy men gave them dollar bills. The women not up on stage were working the crowd, wheedling drinks and lap dances out of the mostly drunk men.

  "Leather! You're out of jail," the bartender called out. "You ready to go back to work, girl?"

  "Ready, willing, and eager, Owen," Leather said. She jerked her thumb at Barbara. "But for tonight, I was hoping you'd let me play with my little slavegirl, Barbara Daul."

  "Oh my God, that is Barbara Daul! I thought she looked familiar," Owen said. "What did you have in mind?"

  "Barbara dancing. Naked. Barbara giving lap dances. Barbara fucking for fun and money," Leather said. "You know, business as usual around here."

  Owen patted the bar. “Let’s get her started here.”

  Leather pushed Barbara up against the bar. “Crawl up and down the bar, Miss Rich Bitch, and let the boys have their fun.”

  Barbara did as ordered, climbing up atop the long bar lined with drinking men. Poor, hard men, living brutal lives with little joy. She understood they would take a little joy out of her shapely body. The thought made her cunt tingle, burn, and ache with need.

  “Mmmmmm,” Barbara groaned as she started crawling down the bar. Leather and the other four women called out suggestions. Like, “Toss your hair” and “stretch that body more as you crawl.” She did as commanded, her mind not really able to disobey, or have very coherent thoughts, yet. Then the men started to touch her, feel her up, finger her pussy and ass hole, pinch her nipples, and otherwise drive her crazy with desire. “Uuugghhhh. So sexy. Feels sexy. Ooooohhhh.”

  “Is she drugged?” Owen said. “She seems totally Blissed out.”

  Bliss was a street drug popular in Synne City. It was the most powerful aphrodisiacs known. One whiff of Bliss would cause an instant climax.

  “We originally used a little Bliss in a drink, but that was hours ago. No drugs in her system now,” Leather said. “She’s sober, but super high on sex.”

  Barbara ignored them. Her mind wasn’t capable of dealing with multiple issues, especially with men fondling her spectacular body so well. Her heart was hammering, body aching with need, and she was beginning to pant. As she slowly crawled down the long bar, she locked lusty baby blues on each and every man, super charging their libidos as well. Halfway down the bar, the first man slipped a dollar bill into the top of her fishnets. Soon, they were all stuffing ones and fives into her hose and boots. One man even went so far as stuff a five dollar bill into her butt.

  When she reached the end of the bar, Barbara stood up and started strutting up and down the bar. The men cheered.

  “Strut!” Owen cried.

  “Pout!” another called.

  “And put out!” Babe commanded. “Now!”

  Barbara stopped, struck a wide leg stance, and reached down between her legs with her right hand. “Oh yes!” she cried, starting to rub her own clit with perfection. Nobody masturbated her like she could. Oh no. So with her left hand buried deep in her own shimmering black tresses, the super rich socialite vixen writhed and masturbated for the men watching, getting herself off spectacularly in no time flat.

  “Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh yes! Yes!” she cried. Then her stiletto heeled feet were jerked out from under her, and Barbara fell on her ass with a surprised look. “Oh!”

  “Enough teasing,” a big bruiser of a man growled. He stuffed twenty dollars down her corset, pulled out his cock and rammed it in. “Time to start pleasing.”

  Atop the bar, propped up on her elbows, Barbara’s head rolled back as she wrapped mile long legs around the man. He grabbed her titanic tits, fondling her roughly as he hammered her cunt mercilessly. Barbara grunted with every thrust, making tiny animal noises and looking like she loved getting fucked.

  “Oh yes. Yes. Yes,” Barbara gasped out. “Fuck….me….fuck…me….oooh.”

  “No one will believe that I fucked Barbara Daul,” he cried, and came deep inside her. “Aagghh. Yes.”

  “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!” Barbara cried, loving the feel of a man coming inside her. So sexy.

  He was replaced by a tall, skinny Hispanic man. Then a fat white guy. Three big black men in a row after that, before she broke free and strutted straight through the gathered men. Then she spotted a guy still watching the dancer on the main stage.

  “Really?” Barbara said, arching a haughty brow. “You prefer watching her?”

  “Ummm,” he said, startled.

  Barbara smiled wantonly at the short, geeky looking man. He couldn’t be more than twenty. He looked so out of place there, and probably didn’t like her making him the center of attention. But then his eyes dropped down to her jostling tits, and he gulped loudly.

  “Let me show you what I got to give, baby,” Barbara said, straddling his lap.

  Barbara started giving him a lapdance. The best lapdance he ever had. As Ms Amazing captured, she was trained by pimps and strip club managers to give superior lap dances. She knew how to lapdance so well she could make the most austere men come in their pants.

  So she rubbed her tits all in his face, making sure her erect nipples slid across his lips as much as possible. She rubbed her entire body against him, and rubbed her aching hot cunt all over his hard-on, driving his so crazy he soon began to groan and pant. Finally, when he appeared unable to take it any longer, Barbara deftly unzipped him, pulled out his cock and mounted him.

  “Uuugggghhh,” they both groaned in unison. Then Barbara started humping the hell out of him, before she grabbed the hair at the back of his head, jerked his head back and lowered her glossy red lips to his for a long, deep kiss. “Hhhhhmmmmmmm.”

  Seconds later, “Uuuuugggghhhh,” he cried, creaming her cunt.

  “Aaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhh!” she screamed into his mouth, enjoying her own intense climax. Once she milked him dry, Barbara stepped back with a sultry look, “Who wants to be next?”

  The next day, after she had some sleep and enough time to recover, Barbara was shown snippets of the videos they made of her performing Public Services.

  "What do you want?" Barbara said, sneering at the five grinning ex-cons.

  "Why so angry, Barbara?" Tamika said. "We're just doing what you told us to do in that wonderful pep talk yesterday. We are dominating."

  "Dominating you," Sammie Jo laughed.

  Barbara rubbed her temple, her mind filled with wicked memories of the previous night. Public sex. Lots and lots of very public sex. They thoroughly debased her, shamed her, and made a spectacle of her.

  My PR team is really going to earn their money, she thought. Damage control is going to be a bitch this time.

  "And succeeding beyond our wildest dreams," Angel said. "We have to thank you, Barbara, for inspiring us to new and greater efforts. Oh, and watching you suck and fuck pimps, pushers, and homeless eighty year old men was more fun than I've ever had."

  Her throat tightened, and her belly quivered. Barbara remembered each and every man who had her. Every blowjob. She especially remembered the hated pimps she fought on the mean streets every night as Ms Amazing, and the filthy homeless men.

  "Yep, it was a sight to behold," Leather said. “Almost as good as your performances at Crazy Sexy last night. Wow. You were such a wanton whore. It was inspirational to us all.”

  They all laughed as Barbara scowled at them. Unfortunately, she remembered her second of her time in Crazy Sexy. Every thrust of cock up her cunt and ass. Every titty fucking session. Every act of more than willing debauchery she performed, with wild abandonment.

  How humiliating! I was totally lost in The Curse last night, she thought, feeling her face burning even more intensely. Utterly and profoundly lost.

  She felt arousal starting to burn in her belly. She struggled to strip any and all thoughts of her "minor setback" out of her mind. Those thoughts would drive her to distraction, or much worse. Even for her, it was hard to control and deny the dark allure of The Curse.

  "As for what we want," Babe said, a mercenary glint in her pretty eyes. "MONEY! Lots and lots of cold, hard cash, baby. Pay up."