Guy, I have working on and off on this for a while. I decided to post as it. I hope you like it. Blacknite13                                           

 

 

 

MS AMERICANA: THE BIMBO FACTOR

 

                                                                                 By

 

                                                                        Blacknite13

 

 

 

 

 

            Brenda Wade flung the book across the room and began to angrily pace around her large den. She glance at the book lying buy the huge stone fireplace, which took up most of the wall. The raven-haired beauty flopped down into the overstuffed leather chain. She looked around the room with its dark oak walls and blood red carpet. Two suits of armor stood in two corners. All the paintings on the walls depicted famous battles. There reason room had a masculine feel to it was because it belonged to her father. It was the one room in Wade Manor that she hadn’t redecorated when she inherited the house. The dark and brooding room a stark contrast from the rest of the house’s bright pastels and feminine touches. Brenda came here when she was in a dark mood and wanted to ponder the problem. Her eyes fell upon the book’s title.

 

 

                                   SUPER HEROINES OR SUPER BIMBOS?

                                 The Bimbo factor in regards to Super heroines.

 

 

            “The nerve!” Brenda fumed, “The gall! To imply that the brave defenders of justice and truth in our fair city secretly wanted to be caught and tamed. To imply the superior woman was a myth. That the supposed superior woman really wanted to dominated. What made it worst was that the damn book had been a best seller for the last month. People were buying this trash.”

            The tall beauty jumped up and pounded her fist into her palm. The writer had backed up his theory with examples of how heroines including her had been tamed become prostitutes or sex slaves. Yes, this happen but that was just the way it was. It was an unwritten law. If the heroine lost, she got raped. Everyone accepted that including the villains.

            “Time to have a chat with this writer and set him straight.” Brenda muttered, “But does Brenda Wade confront him or…..”

 

 

            Dr. Lance Parker smiled up at the young coed as he signed his book. He gave her a small wink and handed back the book. She giggled and walked off to one side. He took a second to check out her firm round ass. The short leather skirt was wrapped around it like glove. The lacy camisole top showed not only her large bosom but also the fact she was not wearing a bra.  Her long red hair fell to her waist making her a fantasy woman. Lance looked at his agent and nodded. The young man smiled and walked up to the coed. He touched her arm and whispered in her ear. The redhead giggled and looked back at the writer.

            Lance knew he wasn’t a handsome man and he short wash the gray out his hair. He could lose a few pounds and get contacts. But he did have his charm and brains. He nodded at the coed who smiled and nodded back.

            “Score!” Lance thought.

If he played it right. The redhead would be sharing his bed tonight. His sex life had really taken off since his book came out. He had first got the idea when he saw Ms Americana run by. Lance had gotten a hard on just watching her run by. It was then the word bimbo popped into his mind. Three months later he had delivered the book to his publisher. They had both be surprised when it shot to the bestseller list. He was sent on tour and had appeared on several talk shows. It had been fun but in two days he was appearing on the number one talk show in the nation.

Opal Winter had been his biggest critic and blasted the book but thanks to her his sales had tripled. He was going to appear on her show to debate with several heroines. He knew Ms Americana was one of the heroines but not the rest. It didn’t matter who they were. Lance was convinced all the heroines were just big titted bimbos. He just wish her could do something to shock the nation. Something that would make the whole country stand up and take notice. Then buy his book.

            Later that night, Lance kissed the coed good night and got her into a cab, promising to call when he got back into town. He definitely would. The writer turned to leave but stood in his tracks.

            Ms Americana stood a few feet away from him in the typical heroic pose, Hands on her well-rounded hips. The stars and stripes bikini top barely covered her massive boobs. The thong bottom really showed off her ass and long muscular legs. The red stiletto heeled boots made her long incredibly tall. Her gold tiara held back her thick black hair that fell to the middle of her back. A gold belt rested around her slender waist. The mask only added to her beauty. Bright baby blue eyes shone through the holes and her ruby red lips were spread into a wide grin.

            “I thought we should meet.” Ms Americana smirked. “Since you wrote all those lies about me and my fellow heroines.”

            “What lies would that be?” Lance asked.

            “You implied that we are nothing more than sex starved bimbos.”

            “Well, I think my research shows…”

            Ms Americana noticed a group of reporters had gathered and were taking pictures or filming them.

            “Mr. Parker, could we step inside?” Ms Americana smiled.

            Lance wanted to stay right here and debate in front of the press. But then an idea hit him. A wonderful terrible idea. If he pulled it off. Not only would the sales of his book skyrocket but also he would really have something to show on Opal’s show.

            “Of course, lets step inside.” Lance grinned and opened the hotel door for her. She walked by and the writer watched her ass wiggle by.

            Lance followed the Queen of Justice to the back of hotel bar. They sat opposite each other.

            “Drink?”

            “Lemonade, please.”

            “Of course.” Lance smiled at he waitress, who looked thrilled to see the great heroine. “Lemonade…two.”

            “You may drink an alcoholic beverage if you like.” She said, “I drink wine when I am not off duty.”

            “I want to keep an cleat head. But I am surprised to see you here. I thought we were debating on Opal’s show.”

            “We are but I try to get to know my adversary before battle.”

            “As do I but the show on Friday is really a waste of time.”

            “Really? I plan on exposing you for the fraud you are.”

            “Fraud? Ms Americana I backed up my book with police reports and interviews with various villains and former masters or mistresses.”

            “Masters!”

            “Well, King Pimp for one.” Lance said, “Not you but Lady Midnight and Got Gal worked for him for months. You lost a bet and worked as hooker for almost a year until you found out he lied.”

            “Yes those events did happen.” Ms Americana said, feeling her face blush, “But you don’t know the full details…”

            “Did you did you not get tamed by the Jewel Bothers and end up in a small village for….”

            “Pardon me, I did escape and put the bothers and dear old dad behind bars. For life.”

            “Yes, but a week after you were back on the street the police found you stripped naked, bound and gagged in the Blues Motel. You had been raped by at least two-dozen men and according to my sources. You offered to give all the cops blowjobs.”

            “That is not true!”

            Actually it was true. She had offered she had sucked and fucked every cop in the room. Thank God, Lady Midnight showed up and dragged her back to Wade Manor. They had to keep her locked up and sedated for a week.

            “Okay, okay, “ Lance said, “Here’s the deal. We can debate like this all night.  We will debate like this on the show and nothing will be resolved. BUT I will win because people will buy my book anyway. Unless one of us shows up with proof. Proof they can see with their eyes.”

            “What proof?” Ms Americana asked.

            “You say that getting tied up doesn’t turn you on.”

            “It doesn’t.”

            “That being fondled and rubbed while bound and gagged doesn’t make you hot.”

            “Of course not!”

            “I say you are lying. Now here is my proposal. We secretly meet some place and you allow me to tie you up.”

            “Sweet liberty! Are you mad?”

            “No. I tie you up and we will see. If you don’t get turned on. You win.”

            “How?”

            “We have a camera set up. If you don’t get turned off. You get to show the film on Opal’s and expose me.”

            “I…I…am not sure….How can I trust you. Once you have me tied up, you may take advantage of the situation.”

            “Or you. I promise you. You say the word and I stop. Besides you have your power belt. You can break any ropes I use.”

            “Yes. Very well. I accept. Where shall we meet?”

            “How about that lottery winner’s house up the coast. I understand he had a complete playroom.”

            “Oh yes, he held Lady Midnight and Ebony Avenger captive for months.”

            “My book says they were tamed until you rescued them.”

“He kept them in cages. If they were tamed why lock them up.”

 “He managed to flee the country. Rumor has he knows their secret identities.”

“Enough. Herby’s beach house will suit our needs.  Shall we meet in two hours? Brenda Wade bought the property and has the key.”

“Works for me.” Lance said, “To the victor!”

Lance raised his glass in mock toast. Ms Americana clicked her glass against his.

“I am afraid it will be you. Sadly your bimbo factor is false and you are up against a superior woman.”

Lance was on the phone to his lawyer and agent two seconds after she had left.

 

 

 

Ms Americana parked her custom made sports car and jumped out. Lance spotted the famous car with it stars and stripes paint job. The writer licked his lips when he saw the big tits and prayed he could pull this off.

Lance climbed out his new Porsche and waved to the raven-haired beauty. He walked up and firmly shook her hand.

“Shall me?” Lance asked and followed her into the house. He looked over the empty rooms and shook his head.

“They took all his furniture?”

“Donate to various women’s centers.” Said Ms Americana as she began to fiddled with a stonewall.

The writer watched her and raised his eyebrow when the wall slid back. He followed through the opening and down a narrow staircase. He stepped into the room and stopped. There were two bondage devices in the room. One with a leather platform with two poles. There were padded clamps on the poles and a crossbar with a leather strap. There other was a padded table with rings mounted on it, there was a large glass case filled with bondage equipment and sex toys. There were neat piles of white and red rope.

“I thought there were cages and another bondage device.” Lance asked.

“The cages are here.” Ms Americana said as she pressed a button. A panel slid back revealing three cages. “Believe it or not Wade industries designed these. Ms Wade was doing research into designing a prison. King Pimp stole the other device. He almost got all three.”

“Oh. So how do we do this?” Lance asked….”Oh wait. I need you to sign this.”

Lance laid his case on the table, took out a paper, held it out and smiled. The heroine took the paper and smiled.

“You don’t want to face criminal charges if by chance I am tamed? I will not be tamed. Very well.”

Ms Americana shook her head and signed. Lance took the paper and put it away. He was safe if things went wrong.

Ms Americana strolled over to the poles and raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Mr. Parker. “ She smirked, “Can you tie me up?”

“Gladly.” Lance said as he walked up to the tall heroine. He locked her hands into the bracers. Then spread her feet and locked them into the leg clamps. Lance lowered the crossbar and bound her slender neck in the leather strap. The writer went to the glass case and selected a gag. It looked like a small penis with straps. He put the gag behind his back.

“Open wide.” Lance said and pushed the plastic dildo into her mouth.

“MPH!” Ms Americana grunted and fumed that he had picked such an obscene gag to put in her mouth. Her first thought was to break free but then decided to wait when she saw Lance setting up a small camera on a tripod.

“Now the fun begins.” Lance smiled. “How you feeling?”

Ms Americana tried to look smug even with the gag in her mouth. She playfully tugged at her bindings. She frowned when Lance picked up some rope and wrapped it around her waist and then pulled it through her crotch twice, yanking it so tight it made her grunt.

“You enjoying this?” Lance asked as he tugged on the rope making it rub her sensitive slit.

“MPH! MPH!” Ms American moaned as the rope rubbing her pussy and making it wet. The bound heroine realized her body was a little hot but she was still in control.

Lance pretended to check his knots and smiled when he felt the wetness on her thong. He looked up the bound heroine and realized she didn’t look as smug. He slowly stood up and grinned.

“Time to step this up.” Lance said as he unsnapped her belt and tossed it across the room.

“NAAAAAA!” Ms Americana screamed through the gag as she felt the power leaving her body. She frantically pulled at her bonds.

“I am sorry.” Lance laughed, “I lied. I plan on doing whatever it takes to tame you. Once I got you tamed. I am going to take you on the show and show you off as my sex slave. The world will see you for the bimbo you are. The best part is. It will be legal. That paper you signed. Clause thirty. If the party of the first party tames the party of the second part, she willingly accepts her new life as his sex slave.”

“UGFHHHHH!” Ms Americana screamed when she realized Lance had conned her into signing away her freedom if he tamed her. She pulled and twisted at the bracers but was unable to stop him from taking off her top, baring her famous tits

“Oh, 44D’s. “Lance sighed, “I can see why every pimp and scumbag wants to tame you.”

“MPHHHHHH!” Ms Americana squealed as he grabbed her boobs and mashed them around. She began to pull at the bracers but it was hopeless. She screamed through her gag when she felt her breasts begin to tingle and swell.

Lance pushed and pulled the tender mounds around, loving the feel. He opened his mouth and caught a nipple in his mouth. The writer began to suck and chew on the tasty tit.

“UGHHHHH!” Ms American sobbed angrier with herself for being so easily trapped. She deserved to be tamed. Her boobs were already aching and throbbing while the rope rubbing her crotch was making her pussy get wet.

The writer ran his tongue all over the big boobs while mashing them around. He bit and chewed the flesh, loving the small yelps and sobs his captive was making. Lance buried his face in the amble chest and slurped while her grabbed her ass. He squeezed and fondled the tender butt. Lance dug his fingers into the soft flesh as he grinded his crotch into hers.

Ms American sobbed and gasped from the lustful attacked. It was all too much. The hot wet mouth sucking and licking her boobs, the hands roughly fondling her ass while the rope was turning her crotch into a pool of hot sex. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her crotch. She could feel the sexual heat building in her body. The bound beauty was almost sorry went the molesting stopped.

“Don’t move!” Lance laughed. “I’ll be right back.”

Lance went over to the case and looked over the toys. The bound heroine twisted her head around trying to see what he had planned, knowing it won’t be good. She gulped when he selected a large vibrator, a long dildo and nipple clamps with chains.

Ms Americana yelled at him through the gag but it only came out a series of grunts and moans. She yelped when he snapped the clamps on her nipples and tugged on the dangling chains. The bound beauty whimpered as he kept pulling on the chain, which made he, all ready tender tits tingle.

Lance mover behind the bound heroine and tugged her thong down. He pushed the rope aside and pushed the vibrator into the tight butt hole.

“AIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ms Americana screamed as the sex toy violated her ass. She arched up, leaned back her head and screamed as it began to vibrate. The bound heroine gasped and moaned ass the damn thing began to make her whole body quiver.

Lance used the rope to hold the vibrator in. He moved in front of her spread legs. He began to lick her pussy while slowly pushing the dildo into the tight cunt. The writer heard her squeal but kept pushing the toy in while kissing and lapping up her sweet juices.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” The man and sex toy ravished Ms Americana as her body in her ass. She could feel the sweat beaded on her brow and chest.  The bound heroine began to suck on the plastic cock in her mouth. She wasn’t sure what was worst. The vibrator buzzing away in her ass or the tongue and dildo ravishing her pussy.

Lance happily ran his tongue up and down while pumping the dildo deep into her pussy and down again. He lapped up her sweet nectar running out her slit.

“AWWWWWWWWW!” Ms Americana shrieked as an orgasm shook her body.  She hardly noticed when he stopped his licking and stood up. The bound heroine panted as she watched him undress through tear filled eyes. She stared at his ten inches of rock hard cock and whimpered.

“Looks like chapter three of my book is right on target.” Lance laughed as he cupped her tits. “You seemed to be enjoying this.”

Lance reached down untied the rope wrapped around her lower body. He grabbed onto her ass and pushed his cock into her soaking wet cunt. He laughed when the bound heroine rolled her eyes. The writer savored the tightness of her pussy for a moment and then began to fuck the bitch.

“AGH! AGH! AGH!” Ms Americana grunted, “UGMY GAWD! UGH! UGH!”

Ms Americana screamed and moaned as his long hard pole raped her hot wet pussy. The lustful fucking along with the vibrator in her ass was making body boil with heated desire. She barely noticed the hands fondling her ass. The bound beauty closed her eyes and wept as his tongue lapped over her face.

Lance kept thrusting his cock deep into her pussy while sucking and biting her throat. His cock was aching to explode but he held his wad in. He mashed her ass cheeks around, loving the softness of her butt.

“UGHHHH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Ms Americana wailed as the shaft drove her crazy.

“OH I AM  COMING!” Lance grunted as he filled her pussy with his seed.

“AIIIIIIIIIIIII!” The bound beauty screamed as the most amazing orgasm shook her body. Ms Americana thrashed around between the poles until the climax pasted.

Lance fucked the bound beauty until his cock was empty. He pulled out and studied the slumped heroine. He lifted her face and studied her dazed face. Satisfied she was too weak to fight, Lance unbound her from the poles and carried her over to the table. He pulled her onto her hands and knees. He grabbed some leather strips and tied her hands and feet to steel rings mounted on the table edge.

Ms Americana sighed and shook her head, clearing it. She tried to stand but the leather bindings kept her in the kneeling position. She grunted at her captor who smiled at her.

Lance patted her face and took off her gag.

“YOU VILE VILLIAN!” Ms Americana yelled, “YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THE SCUM BAGS I THROW INTO JAIL!”

“Oh you just angry that I proved chapters six, seven and nine. Now lets see.”

Lance went to the case and took out a leather collar with studs and leash. He came back to the bound beauty.  He started to buckle the collar around her neck.

“STOP! I demand you stop now!” Ms Americana snarled, “I am not some pet to be collared. I am Ms Americana! Sweet liberty listen to me! Listen, unbind me know and I will speak to the police and the judge. I assure you. You will serve the shortest sentence possible. But you must untie me now. LANCE!”

Lance got the collar on and snapped on the leash. He climbed onto the table and knelt down behind her spread legs. He pulled out the vibrator.

“Ahhh” “Ms Americana sighed but her relied was short, “AIIIIIIIII!”

Lance pushed the vibrator into her well-fucked pussy while shoving his cock into her ass. He sighed in sheer bliss as the tight ass wrapped around his cock.

“SWEEEEEEET LIBERTYYYYYYY!” Ms Americana screamed again, “I DEMAND AWWWWWWWW!”

Lance began to fuck her ass while working the vibrator around in her pussy. He pulled on the leash, forcing her head back. The writer plunge his cock in and out with increasing force. Lance huffed and puffed with each stroke. He jammed the vibrator all the way in, let go of her leash, reached around and grabbed onto her tits.

“UGHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana shrieked as the huge cock reamed her ass while the strong fingers crushed and mashed her tits.

The bound heroine lowered her head, which made her thick hair fall around her face. She couldn’t believe how hot her body was. She could fee the sweat running off her body.  She jerked on the leather strips ad then arched with a loud scream as she climaxed.

Lance laughed when he realized the bound beauty had come again. He mashed her tits between his fists as he buried his cock in the tight ass and filled it with cum.

“OGHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana wailed as she came again. She collapsed on the table and sobbed. Her head was spinning and her body was aching from the rapes and the orgasms.

Lance rolled off the table and grabbed some rope from the floor and unbound her hands from the table. He pulled her hands back and used the rope to bind her wrists to her elbows. The writer criss-crossed chest with more rope and then looped it around her waist. Lance tied it off and then untied her legs.

“Uh, please.” Ms Americana moaned as she pulled off the table.

Lance pulled the sex toy from her pussy and put it on the table. He tugged on the chains dangling from the clamps and led her across the room. 

The ravished heroine swayed on her feet as Lance tugged on her tits making stumble across the room. The dazed heroine sighed as her captor pushed her against the wall. She leaned back and sighed blissful as he began to play with her tits.

“Mmmmm.” She gasped as Lance pushed his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. She began to grind against his body, enjoying the feel of his hot body pressing against her. She felt his cock rubbing against her thigh. The lust filled heroine let him lift her leg and leaned into him.

“Fuck me, oh fuck me.” Ms Americana panted, “Oh please fuck me.”

“You’re just horny.” Lance smiled as he pushed his cock into pussy, “Not tamed.”

“OHHHHHHH!” She cried as the cock began to pound into her hot wet cunt again.

Lance kept slammed her against the wall as he fucked her with heated passion. He grabbed onto her tits and roughly fondled them while he sucked on her throat.

“OH! OH! OOHH” Ms Americana screamed, “OH I…I….I…I!”

Lance increased his fucking and fondling, not trying to make her come but break the bitch.

“SWEEEEEEET LIBERTYYYYYYY! I AM TAMED! AHHH! I AM DEFEATED! YOU WERE RIGHT!”

Lance pulled out his cock and let the broken heroine fall to her knees, sobbing and gasping. He pumped his cock and began to spray his cum into her face.

Ms Americana felt the hot seed splatter on her face and opened her mouth. The wagged her tongue around trying to catch the sweet stuff. The bound beauty would suck in cum and swallow it with loud smacks. The defeated heroine pushed her lips around the cock and began to suck on his cock.

“That’s good little whore.” Lance laughed, “You know who the man is.”

“MMMMM!” Ms Americana cooed as she happily sucked on the cock.

 

 

 

Opal smiled to her audience of mostly women, knowing they were all devoted to her.

“Ladies, you have all heard about the book, SUPER HEROINES OR SUPER BIMBOS! Well tonight, we are going to debate whether this book is fact or just another male fantasy. To help debate the issue are four of the premier heroines. I give you Got Gal, Green Specter, Mrs. Confederate and MS AMERICANA!”

The crowd went wild as the four scantily clad heroines proudly walked onto the stage and sat on the sofa beside Opal. They waved to the crowd.

“Now the writer of this book. Lance Parker.”

The crowd booed as Lance trotted onto the stage and took a chair facing the five ladies.

“Now, let’s keep it clean.” Opal laughed. “Lance I let you have the first word.”

“Thanks.” Lance smiled, “But first I must insist my slave come kneel my side. Slave!”

Ms Americana slid off the sofa and crawled on her hands and knees over to Lance. The entire crowd and three heroines jumped to their feet in horror and shock.  The meek slave knelt by her master and let him snap a leash onto the collar that she was wearing.

“You tamed her!” Got Gal gasped.

“Well, you may have the last laugh but you will go to prison for this.”

“I think not.” Lance smiled, “Ms Americana challenge me to try and tame her and lost. There will be no prison.”

Lance handed Opal a copy of the form that Ms Americana had signed. The talk show hostess read the document and gasped. Got Gal grabbed the paper and read it while the other two read it over her shoulder. They slumped back. Green Specter began to openly weep.

Lance held out his hand and Ms Americana began to lovingly kiss his hand.

“Game and match!’ Lance laughed.

“CUT TO COMMERICAL!” Opal screamed.