“I can’t write you such large checks,” Ms Amazing said. “I don’t have that kind of cash in the bank. I’ll have to sell off some assets first.”

  “How long will that take?” Leather said.

  “Weeks,” she said, shrugging. “With the current economy, it isn’t easy selling off so much.”

  “Damn,” Leather said. “I don’t like it. I think she’s trying to cheat us.”

  “I believe her,” Babe said, then grinned. “I don’t know about you girls, but I’m moving my butt into Daul Manor. If Barbara wants me out of her house, out of her life, and out of her cunt, then she’ll just have to work harder selling assets.”

  Ms Amazing sucked in a sharp breath. She hadn't expected that. They would dog her sexy ass day in and day out. It would be weeks of pure debauchery, and she'd be center stage as their favorite fuck toy.

  “Ha! Too funny,” Leather said. “I’m moving in, too. We’ll have a grand time abusing Barbara while we wait.”

  Ms Amazing started to pant. Things were going from bad to worse, and her body was reacting in the most profound way. Why does shit like this make me so damned horny!

  "I'm in, too," Angel said. The lovely, super stacked Latina gave the sexy super heroine a playful slap on her sweet round butt. "I think we might be able to inspire Miss Barbara to greater and greater efforts in kinky sex, and in selling off her assets to pay us off."

  "Especially the part about paying us off," Leather said. "I bet she wants to be rid of us real bad already. I think we can find ways to inspire her to greater efforts. Hahaha!"

  "First order of business," Babe said. Then she grabbed a fistful of silky black hair and pulled her in close. "Go get us your best Champagne, bitch. I expect you to wait on us hand and food, with a big smile. Otherwise, I'll be inspired to inspire you with this." She held up the vibrating dildo again. "Are you going to be a good slavegirl?"

  Ms Amazing felt her face heat up, but she nodded and said, "A very good slavegirl, Mistress Babe."

  "And bring us something to eat, too," Leather said.

  "Yeah. Bring us what you rich bitches eat with Champagne," Angel said. "Like caviar and crackers."

  "Yes, Mistress Angel," she said, then stepped towards the Great Room. "Perhaps you ladies would like to relax in comfort while I go fill your order."

  As the three ex-con Amazon babes settled in, Ms Amazing went first to the wine cellar for two bottles of Dom Pérignon, then she put three wine flutes on a silver tray along with one bottle. Finally, she found a box of crackers and a can of caviar and placed them on the tray.

  Ms Amazing glanced at a mirror put up for the servant staff, to ensure they were "presentable" before leaving the kitchen. Her missing mask was quite distressful. She looked so strange to herself in just the boots and gloves. So wrong. So scary.

  "They'll get theirs soon enough," she muttered darkly, picked up the tray of goodies and headed for the Great Room. She found the three pretty thugs sprawled out on the couch like the baseborn lowlifes they were. So she placed the silver tray on the coffee table before them. "Anything else, Mistresses?"

  "How do we know you didn't drug the Champagne?" Leather said suspiciously.

  Ms Amazing glanced down at the unopened bottle. "It hasn't been opened. How could I drug it?"

  "She has a point," Babe said, picking up the bottle and opening it with a POP. "Ah, the sound of the good life. Open up the caviar, Amazing Bimbo. Spread some on a cracker, and feed it to me real sexy like."

  Ms Amazing forced a smile on her face. While Babe filled the three flutes with bubbly, the vanquished vigilante opened up the can of caviar and spread some on a cracker. Then she straddled Babe's lap on the couch, leaned in close and sexy, her full red lips just inches from her mistress's silky cheek, and slowly fed her the cracker piled high with expensive fish eggs.

  "Mmmmm," Babe said, chewing as both hands reached up and fondled Ms Amazing's firm, white melons. Then she pulled Ms Amazing's glossy red lips in for a passionate kiss. "MMmmmm."

  They kissed and petted for a good twenty-five minutes, before Ms Amazing began a slow kissing descent down Babe's spectacular body. Soon the amazing super heroine was kneeling between Babe's smooth, satiny thighs and staring at her full Brazilian waxed twat. Using her thumbs, the beautiful black-maned heroine spread Babe's glistening pink folds to expose her inner pussy.

  "Mmmm," Ms Amazing groaned, her body on fire as the scent of cunt filled her nostrils. It was a heady scent, a smell screaming sex to her oversexed body and mind. Her belly exploded with butterflies as her pussy ached and tingled, and her throat and chest tightened. She licked that beautiful pussy, and groaned again. It tasted so good. She couldn't get enough of it. "MMmmmmmmm."

  "Ms Muff-diver is good," Angel said, voice hoarse with desire.

  "Mmmmmm," Ms Amazing moaned. SLURP. SLURP. "MMmmmm."

  Angel downed the rest of her flute of Champagne, slipped off the couch and knelt behind Ms Amazing. While the statuesque super heroine sucked, licked, and slurped Babe into Heaven, Angel started finger fucking her. First she fucked Ms Amazing with one finger. After a few minutes she increased it to two fingers. A few more minutes it was three, then suddenly — Squish!

  "Uuggghh," Ms Amazing grunted as Angel's full hand thrust deep into her aching pussy. "UUuuuggggghhhhhh."

  "Holy SHIT!" Leather cried, laughing. "FIST FUCK HER! Yes! Do it! Oh yes!"

  "I'm fisting Ms Amazing!" Angel cried joyously, pumping hard and fast into her hated, vanquished foe. "First I beat her up in a fair fight, then I fist fucked her. I have defeated the ultimate 'Superior Woman.'"

  "Oh, Goddess! I can…not….take this," Ms Amazing cried, head thrown back and baby blues wide in astonishment. Then the climax slammed into her body and mind. "Aaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhh!"

  "Aaaggghhh!" Babe cried, climaxing. "Oh yes, that was great!"

  "Pull her up on her knees," Leather said, grabbing Ms Amazing's hair and yanking her upright on her knees. Angel had to pull out, and move around in front of Ms Amazing, and thrust back into her. Leather then straddled Ms Amazing's upturned, dazed face and thrust her aching pussy up to her open mouth. "Eat me, Amazing Slut. Eat me out."

  "Mmmmmm," Ms Amazing said, going at Leather's twat like a starving wildcat. A very horny wildcat. In the meantime, not to be left out, Babe dropped to her knees behind the sexy super heroine and thrust the ten inch, silver dildo up her sweet round ass. Then she turned on the vibrator as she pumped it in and out with wild abandon. "Uuggh! Uuggshhhhh! Mmmmgggghhhhh!"

  After a while they began to grow tired. They decided it was time to tie Ms Amazing up, and strap-on fuck her.

  "Where are the strap-ons, Babe?" Leather said.

  "I don't have them. Don't you?"

  "I'm a stripper, not a whore," Leather said, annoyed.

  Leather and Babe glared at each other a long moment.

  "Barbara, do you have any strap-ons?" Angel said.

  The three beautiful blackmailers looked curiously at Ms Amazing. She replied without thought, too dazed to think straight. So she answered honestly.

  "Yes, Mistress"

  They all laughed, clapping their hands. She was called tramp, slut, whore, and worse. At that time she realized her mistake.

  "Go get them," Angel said. "You slut. Get them all, and bring them to us."

  Visions of being strap-on gang banged by that bevy of beauties flashed before Ms Amazing's fertile mind. It frightened her almost as much as it excited her.

  "And bring another bottle of Don Perrion," Leather said, laughing.

  "Dom Pérignon," Ms Amazing corrected her, almost sneering haughtily. "Of course. Your wishes are my desire."

  "That is one docile, tamed super bitch," Leather sneered, and they all laughed as Ms Amazing rose to her wobbly, stiletto booted feet.

  The voluptuous vanquished vigilante staggered out of the Great Room, up the Great Stairs and to her master bedroom. First, she gathered up three strap-ons. She had twelve, from five inches to twelve inches, but there was only three abusers. So she picked out a ten inch pink one, a nine inch black one and a red twelve incher. Then after visiting the toilet to relieve her overfull bladder, Ms Amazing went to her secret chamber behind her closet. There she fetched a small black case from the refrigerator. Only then did Ms Amazing take everything down the back, servants’ stairs to the kitchen.

  The sexy super vixen opened up the Dom Pérignon, broke a capsule of white power into it, and resealed the bottle. She picked up the bottle and three strap-ons, and headed for the Great Room.

  “Barbara’s back, with party favors,” Angel said, grinning lecherously.

  “And more Champagne,” Babe said. She held up her flute. “Fill ‘er up, baby.”

  Ms Amazing smiled, popped the top and filled up Babe’s flute. Angel and Leather took the opportunity to put on strap-on dildos. Angel took the red one and Leather took the black one.

  “Would you ladies like more Champagne?” Ms Amazing said hopefully. In answer, they both lifted their empty glasses. The hapless heroine filled their flutes up, too, with a growing sense of relief. By that time Babe had emptied her flute, which Ms Amazing dutifully refilled. “I’m here to please.”

  Leather smiled lecherously at her, then stood up. “Spread your feet shoulder wide, and stand very still.”

  Ms Amazing obeyed, the bottle still in her right hand. Leather moved up behind her, and she felt that thick, hard strap-on dildo slide between her butt cheeks. She arched her back, thrust her butt backwards, and thus gave Leather better access. Leather took full and immediate advantage, thrusting deep into the sexy super babe's ass.

  “Aaaaggghhh,” Ms Amazing cried.

  Angel came up before Ms Amazing, and guided her thick, long red strap-on dildo straight into the sexy super heroine’s pussy. Double penetration was the best, most mind blowing sex imaginable. And strap-ons never went limp.

  Panting, grunting with every thrust front and back, Ms Amazing lifted the Champagne bottle to Angel’s sweet red lips. The lovely Latina eager sucked the expensive bubbly down. Then Ms Amazing turned the bottle around and over her shoulder, and straight to Leather’s eager mouth.

  “Ya’ll better hurry up, or I’ll mount both of your sweet asses,” Babe said, not looking too coherent. Ms Amazing smiled.

  Then, just when it was starting to really feel great, both Leather and Angel began pumping slower. And slower. Babe sat down, and quickly fell asleep. Then Leather slipped out of her butt, sat down and fell asleep. Angel looked at her sleeping cohorts in crime with a confused, groggy face. Then a light went off.

  “You tricked us,” she said.

  “I tricked you,” Ms Amazing said, grinning. “Same trick you pulled on me. Drugged Champagne.”

  “Bitch,” Angel whispered, and fell straight back to the floor. Sound asleep.

  “You bring me to the brink of climax, and then fall asleep,” Ms Amazing said, grinning smugly down at Angel. “And you have the audacity to call me a bitch.”

  Ms Amazing didn’t waste any more time. The super sexy super heroine reclaimed all the pieces of her legendary costume from their limp bodies, and redressed in it. Then she got all three women onto the couch, where she started applying the antidote to the sleeping drug, and several truth serums and memory drugs. Within an hour she’d learned who knew her secret, and wiped all memory of their time with Barbara and/or Ms Amazing from their feeble minds.

  Then she made a phone call.

  “This is Barbara Daul. Prepare three planes for some of my friends. My friend Angel is going to LA, Leather to New York City, and Babe is going to Las Vegas. Ms Amazing will deliver them to the Daul Corporate Airfield, with further instructions on where to take them in those cities.”

  She picked up Babe's purse, rifled through it until she found the keys to her new BMW SUV.

  “Adios, ladies. You are all taking unexpected trips out of town. I’m afraid that will violate the terms of your parole, so you’ll all go back to jail. So sorry. Better luck next time.”

  # # #

  Barbara picked up the phone in her Ms Amazing dressing room. She had taken off her mask, but was otherwise wore her entire costume, all pieces replaced with clean, undamaged spares. The sexy super heroine had spent the entire day tracking down and capturing anyone Babe, Leather, or Angel told about her secret. And wiped their minds of that information. It had been a long and grueling day, and it wasn’t over. The clock said ten after four in the afternoon.

  She dialed a number to a person she despised.

  “Hello, Mistress Tamika,” Barbara said. “Angel ordered me to call you and let you know all the girls are meeting tonight at Daul Manor at seven. Will you be here, Mistress?”

  “You betcha, bitch,” Tamika said. “Though that ain’t much time, but I’ll be there.”

  “I’ll let her know, Mistress,” Barbara said, trying to sound submissive even though her heart was screaming with joy. Her long nightmare was almost over. “Oh, she did say it was only the five women who own me.”

  “Understood.” Click.

  “How rude,” Barbara said, scowling. Then her full red lips curled into a smug smile. Tamika’s arrogant attitude would be quenched when her sweet black ass was shipped back to the slammer. “I’ll enjoy that day.”

  She dialed Sammie Jo’s cell next. “Mistress Sammie Jo? This is your sweet slavegirl, Barbara. Yes, Mistress, I am kneeling.”

  Actually, the question made her really want to kneel. Very annoying. It would take more time than she thought to recover from this "setback."

  “Good girl, slave. Why are you bothering me?”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress, but Mistress Angel ordered me to call you and let you know that all the women that own me will meet at Daul Manor tonight at seven. It’s just the partners meeting, no one else.”

  “What’s the meeting about?”

  “I am not privy to that information, Mistress.”

  “Dammit, I have plans.”

  Barbara tensed.

  “I’ll be there, but I expect the meeting to be a quick one,” Sammie Jo said.

  “I’ll advise Mistress Angel.”

  “You do that.” Click.

  “Their phone etiquette leaves something to be desired,” Ms Amazing said, grinning with wicked glee.

  Barbara started getting ready. She stripped out of her costume, and into a snug, sexy French Maid outfit. The neckline was scandalously low, and the skirt’s hemline shockingly short. Her shapely legs were sheathed in dark black hose, ending in six inch stiletto pumps.

  Tamika arrived a tad early, at six forty-five. Barbara met her at the door in her French Maid costume.

  “Welcome to Daul Manor, Mistress Tamika. You are looking quite lovely this evening,” Barbara said, curtsying low.

  Tamika wore a shimmering gold satin evening gown, golden chandelier earrings, lots of necklaces and bracelets. All of it from Barbara’s closet and jewelry box. Her share of the loot.

  “Where are the others?”

  “You are the first to arrive, Mistress. Would you like to wait in the Great Room?”

  “Of course. Where else would I wait?”

  “Excellent, Mistress. Please follow me,” Barbara said, playing it up as the obedient servant. “Would you care for refreshments, Mistress? Wine? Champagne? Something to eat?”

  “Champagne.”

  “But of course,” Barbara said. After she had Tamika situated, she hurried back to the kitchen. Sammie Jo was sitting with Tamika when Barbara returned. She set a silver tray on the coffee table, with five flutes and a bottle of chilled bubbly. “Welcome, Mistress Sammie Jo. So good to see you again.”

  She wanted to complement her outfit, but Sammie Jo wore a torn black Harley Davidson tank top, faded and torn jeans (very tight), black thigh boots, and lots of bangles, rings, and things. She looked like a sexy biker chick.

  Barbara served them both Champagne, then pretended to hear another car arriving. That gave her the chance to leave them. She didn’t go to the front door, but straight upstairs to her Ms Amazing dressing room. There she quickly donned her Ms Amazing outfit. It was better for kicking skanky ex-con butt than the French Maid outfit. Then she hurried down the servants’ stairs, and back to the Great Room.

  “Oh shit,” Tamika cried, leaping to her feet. “She’s coming after us!”

  “You’ll pay for this, bitch,” Sammie Jo cried. “And dressing up as Ms Amazing doesn’t fool us. We know you are Barbara.”

  Ms Amazing struck a classic super heroine pose. “I have a way to remedy that, too.” She smiled smugly at them as they cast confused looks at each other. “I’ve already dispatched your partners in crime: Babe, Angel, and Leather. Their feeble minds have been wiped clean, and they were sent far away. Which will be both of your fates as well.”

  “Oh, you are a cocky bitch, aren’t you?” Sammie Jo said.

  “With good reason,” Ms Amazing said. “I can back it up.”

  “Idiot. We have the advantage,” Tamika sneered. “Two to one. Hell, Angel kicked your ass in a fair fight, and I’m ten times meaner and tougher than that peepshow whore.”

  “So am I,” Sammie Jo said. “Together, we’re going to kick your ass big time, and make you our bitch ten times over.”

  “Then make you pay us a billion dollars each,” Tamika said.

  “Yeah. We’re going to break you, and then break your bank,” Sammie Jo said, grinning with wicked delight. “I think I’ll enjoy being a billionaire. Maybe I’ll kick your skanky ass out and move in here permanently.”

  “Are you two finished with the false bravado?” the voluptuous vigilante said. “Your little friends thought the three of them could defeat me, but we see that didn’t happen. I suggest you save yourself a lot of pain and humiliation, and just surrender to the inevitable.”

  “We are. It’s inevitable that we kick your big butt,” Sammie Jo said, as she picked up a pillow off the couch, ripped it open and flung a cloud of goose down at the sexy super heroine’s face. “Get her!”