America Girl is captured and bound to a chair with quartz-laden rope sucking away her powers but not her spirit.

She faces her enemy, Sicko-Man with stoic resistance, almost daring him to harm her.

His plan, simple: humiliate America Girl. He torments her, taunts her, exposes her breasts, gropes her and threatens her. She does not falter, holding her head high, she stands strong against her enemy.

Soon, he is enticed by her most perfect body and promises to set her free if she would play with herself. So, she does, resistant at first, but then she has a plan--for men like him are weak. She begins softly at first, fingers just brushing her clitoris. But, then she intensifies. As he video tapes her, he is intrigued, being drawn in by her sexual power.

She believes she has him where she wants him. Just a few more moments and he will be close enough that she will be able to take the gun and secure her freedom.

But, he has other plans for her. He gets up--moving away, silently grabbing a bit of the power-draining rope. She continues to masturbate intensely, moaning, fingers deep in her pussy, hoping to lure him back.

But, unaware, he stands behind her, rope ready. Her face has a look of disgust for him that he cannot see, but, she also cannot see what he is doing and has no idea what is about to happen.

Then, the rope is around her neck--tight. She cannot breath. Her powers are gone and she is just a normal girl, fighting for her life. She struggles vigorously against the rope, clawing at it with her one free hand while struggling to get her other hand loose.

Her eyes are wide, mouth open, tongue out as she strains for air. Her whole body moves against her binds as she struggles to free herself--to get away from the rope constricting her neck.

Finally, she gets her other hand free, but it is too late. She has already greatly weakened. He taunts her some more as she weakly tries for the rope. Then, her body starts shuddering, jerking, her mouth still open, eyes rolling up, tongue out.

She is feeble, slowing down, slower, slower, then her hands drop to her sides and a gush of warm urine flows out, over the seat she is on, splattering on the floor below. She is dead--eyes open in a lost stare, mouth agape and tongue protruding.

He looks her over, the unties her, picks her up and flings her over his shoulder to haul her away---somewhere her body will never be found.