Hi guys, this story is a little different from my usual stuff. For one, Ms A starts out as a virgin and pretty much ignores all the other nasty things I have done to her. The ending has a nice spin. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to Dark One for letting me use Sugar Town and giving some ideas for this and future stories. Blacknite13@live.com
MS AMERICANA: BIKER’S BITCH
By
Blacknite13
ROUGH RIDERS RULE SUGAR TOWN!
Brenda Wade glared at the headline. The beautiful brunette threw down the newspaper and fumed. She rolled out her huge bed and paced around her luxurious bedroom. The tall beauty stopped by her dressing table when she noticed her reflection in the mirror. One of her large breasts had spilled out. Brenda pushed the tit in, tugged up the strap of her pink negligee back on her shoulder. The flimsy garment was so sheer she might as well just walked around naked. The stunning beauty studied her face and body.
She was tall a little over six feet with the body of an Amazon. Her legs were not only long but also muscular from the hours of working out in her private gym. These same rigid excise had also given her a flat stomach, thin waist, well rounded hips and ass that was to die for. But her 44DD’s were God given, perfect in every way. The silky negligee outlined her large nipples. Brenda pushed back her thick black mane and studied her face. No crowfeet or wrinkles. The baby blue eyes, ruby red lips, high cheekbones gave her a face that any woman would kill for.
Brenda Wade really was a fantasy woman for any man with blood in his veins. Not that any man was good enough to taste of her womanly delights. Only one person knew that billionairess Brenda Wade was a virgin and that was her faithful ward, Lydia Willis.
For a few seconds, the young woman wondered if sex was as wonderful as it was made out to be. She could easily find out. Almost every man she met had suggested a dinner or something more. But she had put them in their place. She had a higher calling.
Brenda Wade had given up the ways of the flesh to bring truth and justice to the world. She was in this world to make a difference.
The beautiful brunette pondered the path she had picked; a small doubt crept into her mind. She took another look at her self in the mirror. She could be a model, an actress…both. Men at her feet, willing to give her anything. Just for the chance to…
“NO! I am a superior woman.” Brenda smiled as she sprayed on some perfume. “Let others pursue the ways of this world. Not I!”
The tall beauty began to put on her make up and stopped.
“I know what I need. I need some action. Something to work out the frustration. The Rough Riders are just what I need. The police may be helpless to bring them to justice but not Ms Americana. Tonight the Queen of Justice rides.”
Eddie Bishop, was chief of police not because he was the best man for the job but because his brother-in-law sat vice-mayor but more important, he knew when to look the other way.
Which was almost impossible at this moment. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but with the huge breasts almost in his face. Eddie could almost lean forward and bury his face into the soft mountains of flesh. The middle aged man forced himself to smiled up the beautiful woman standing in front of him clad only in a stars and striped small bikini top and thong. Her body was amazing.
God how big were those tits? Boy he would give anything to suck on those babies.
Eddie stared at her face; the mask covered her face but not her beauty. The chief looked up at Ms Americana standing in a classic super heroine stance. Hands on hips, chest thrust out and that smug look on her face.
Ms Americana looked down at the disgusting little man, dressed in a uniform that needed a dry cleaning. She could see donut crumbs on his shirt but it was the look of sheer lust in his eyes that was pissing her off.
She wasn’t a piece of meat to be drooled over.
“IF DON’T MIND! I would I would like to get back to business.”
Eddie shook his head and smiled as he leaned back.
“The Rough Riders are more than biker gang.” He said, “They are into everything. Drugs, prostitution, white slavery, loan sharking, gambling and identity thief. I can’t think of anything they aren’t into. And it is all because of Iron Mike Petersen.”
“Iron Mike?” Ms American nodded, “I heard about him. Not your typical biker. He supposed to smart. Has a couple of degrees. So this Mike person is the reason the Rough Riders are so big?”
“Yes, Ms Americana. Iron Mike is the man behind gang.”
“So get rid of Mike and the gang will fall apart.”
“I know you are the premier super heroine in the city.
“Try the world.”
“Ah, Ms Americana, you’re not thinking of going after Mike by yourself?”
“Chief, I have been fighting crime long before you got this job. I think I know what I am doing. So where do I find this biker?”
“Look, Mike is not the biggest or toughest biker. But he is the smartest. Mike is apparently able to spot the soft spot of his foes and use it against them. That’s how he took over the white slavery business. Dragon Queen, the Slaver and the Collector all work for him now.”
“Please. I am a superior woman. I have no soft spot. So there will be nothing to use. So, I will bring down this Iron Mike and his band of nasty biker buddies.”
“Ms Americana, you don’t understand. You know that actress from that beach movie, The one with the red hair and big…”
“BIG WHAT?”
“Not important but this guy has her doing porn movies for him now. We brought her in and she told us everything was fine and not to worry.”
“I see. Maybe some kind of mind control.”
“Which makes him more dangerous. He is probably using this mind control to force other young girls into prostitution. Well, could he do the same to you?”
“HA! Me? Don’t make me laugh. I am Ms Americana. Queen of Justice!”
“Yeah, right. The Hell Hole is in Sugar Town in the worst part of town. That’s where all the bad guys are. Iron Mike is there. The Collector. The Slaver. Max. They are all there. I mean you would be in their backyard. You may want to rethink your plan. Oh did I mention that Mike has offered one million dollars to anyone who deliver you to him.”
“I could use a million dollars.” She smiled.
“You’re just going to walk into his bar.”
“Relax Chief, I got it all under control. The Rough Riders are history.”
The chief watched the shapely heroine walk out of his office, enjoying the way her tight ass wiggled. He sighed as he dialed the phone.
“Yeah, it’s me. Ms Americana is going to pay you call tonight. So does this mean I get the money?”
Ms Americana stood across the street from the Hell Hole. The dingy bar sat at the end of a dead end street. A couple of dozen Harleys parked around the doorway re-enforced this was not a Denny’s.
“So this is the notorious biker hang out. Headquarters of the Rough Riders.”
Brenda had learned from her street informants that Iron Mike almost lived in the place.
“Time for the Iron Mike to meet the Queen of Justice.” She smirked to himself.
The tall heroine adjusted her power belt and enjoying the power surging through her body. Ms Americana trotted across the street. She spotted two big guys dressed in jeans and leather jackets, standing by the door. The raven-haired beauty walked up to the men and smiled.
“Pardon me, do I need a reservation?” Ms Americana smiled.
“Private club.” One snarled, “Rough Riders only.”
“I don’t know, Tank.” The other one smirked. “Checkout the tits.”
“A private club?” Ms Americana laughed, “Well, my membership card is right over there.”
Ms Americana grabbed both of the bikers by their jackets and tossed them into the gutter. The smug heroine laughed and pushed through the doors. Ms Americana stepped in and every one in the place froze,
There were about dozen bikers and their girlfriends standing around the smoky room. There was a bar along one wall and several pool tables in the middle of the room. Some more bikers were sitting in booths along on wall while still more bikers were playing the pinball machines in back. The dress code seemed to be old Levis, tee shirts with or without some kind of logo and of course leather jackets. The women in the room were all young with rich full bodies. Most had long hair that look like it had been permed. They wore black leather pants or mini-shirts. Tight tank tops or flimsy tops that showed off their amble bosoms. Some wore leather jackets.
Ms Americana stood in the doorway in her standard heroic pose. Every eye in the place was on her and not one person looked happy to see her. She pushed back her long hair and smiled.
“Hello boys and girls, did I miss happy hour?” She laughed, “I must have because I am not seeing any happy faces.”
“What do you want?” A biker snarled, “We ain’t done anything wrong.”
“I heard a rumor that Iron Mike was looking for me. As a matter of fact he had offered a one million dollar reward for the man who bring me in. SO do we have any real men in here?”
“Bitch!” the bike yelled and charged.
Ms Americana smiled as the big fat fool ran up. She waited until he was right in her face and then slammed her fist into his gut. The biker crumbled to the floor, holding his belly.
“Get her!” another yelled.
Seven of the meanest looking bikers grabbed pool cues and attacked the tall heroine. Ms Americana met the attack with swinging fists and kicking feet. . She spun around, blocking blows and delivering well-placed blows.
More and more bikers jumped into the battle. It became a battle royale. Pool cues and fists were swinging and billiard balls flying. The room was filled with swearing and screams of pain.
In a few short minutes, the Queen of Justice was standing in the midst of a pile of bikers, moaning and groaning from their aches and pains. She dusted off her gloves and looked around.
“I’m done with these boys.” She laughed, “You may take them away. Now who is next? Come guys, I am just one woman. Granted a superior woman but a woman none there less.”
The remaining bikers backed away but not in fear.
Suddenly someone clapping made the beautiful heroine turn and frown. The gang parted and revealed Iron Mike.
A small but well built man sat at the bar. A blonde beauty dressed in a leather skirt and sheet tank top, sat by him. She was stroking his hair while she nibbled his ear.
“Later baby.”
The blonde gave him a pouty face and then glared at the heroine.
“Ms Americana realized the blonde was the young star of that T.V. series she enjoyed.
“Blair Wagner?”
“Baby, you go to the hotel and I will be there. This won’t take long.”
Mike gave her a long kiss while groping her ass.
Blair gave Ms Americana another glare and trotted out.
Ms Americana shook her head and looked the infamous Iron Mike.
Unlike the other bikers he wore blue Oxford shirt, clean jeans and his leather jacket looked new. He was clean-shaven and his blonde hair looked shaggy but styled. The small biker had a kind face but his eyes look cold. He just sat there and gave her a small bow.
“Well done. Ms A.” He said, “I have heard of your deeds but this is the first time I have seen you in action. You truly are a superior woman.”
“You are mocking me!” Ms Americana snapped.
“No, no. I respect power and you definitely have power.”
“As do you.”
“Me. I just run a small biker club.”
“So you are Iron Mike.”
“Just Mike. To be honest I have no idea where the iron came from.”
“Iron or no iron, you run the Rough Riders.”
“Yes, I do run a weekend bike club. We enjoy riding our bikes around country roads and just savoring the peace and quiet.”
“I see. So you are not running drugs, loan sharking and dealing in white slavery.”
“That would be wrong.”
The bikers laughed.
“Again you mock me. Know this I will do whatever necessary to bring you and your fellow villains to justice.”
“No you won’t.”
“WHAT!”
“You wouldn’t do everything in your power to bring us down.”
“Do not underestimate me. I am the Queen of Justice…”
“Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda. But would you risk everything to do it?”
“My personal safety isn’t a concern.”
“I have no doubt you would risk your life to do it but would you risk everything you are to stop us from doing these nasty things.”
“I have already said…”
“Wait, let me make it simple for you. You could come here every night and slap my boys around but it would bring you no closer to the prize. And the prize is our books.”
“Books?”
“Yes, in this case computer discs. They contain everything. Names, dates, even the names of the perverts we supposedly sold young girls to. What girls we supposedly have hooking for us. With this information, you would shut us down and send us to jail. I would lose my freedom and most likely become someone’s bitch.”
Ms Americana glanced around the room and spotted a back door. Mike noticed this and smiled.
“They are not here. You could rip this place apart, search the city and never find them.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I saw you last month on TV. Celebrity Billiards. Boy, you kicked everyone ‘s ass.”
“That was for charity.”
“I know. I also know talent when I see it being something of a pool player myself.”
Everyone in the room chuckled. Ms American glanced around.
“Are you hustling me?”
“Yes, I am and I think I can beat you.”
“Fool.”
“Perhaps but I don’t play unless there is something on the table. My bet is the Rough Rider’s discs.”
“I see and what would I be betting?”
“You win. You get the discs and all the glory that goes with it. The world once again hails you, maybe they will name a high school after you.”
“The bet?”
“You lose you become my bitch.”
“What? I don’t think so. Money. I have access to money.”
“I know you do. I suspect behind that mask lurks the face of a spoiled rich girl. Who gets her kicks out of beating up bad guys.”
“I think it time to get some more kicks in.”
“Ah, careful. I am not attacking you nor will I defend myself. Which means you will be just using me as a punching bag. I am pretty sure that violates your hero code.”
“Very well! Be warned! I shall return.”
“How cleverly you forgot about my challenge.”
“ I am not going play pool with you.”
“That’s the difference between you and me. I am willing to risk everything to get you as my bitch. You on the other hand are not willing to take the same risk.”
“It is ridiculous bet. I have far more to lose than you.”
“Do you? If you get the books, I lose my money, all my possessions, all my friends, and my freedom and will become somebody’s bitch. I suspect your loses will be the same.”
“I am leaving now.”
“As you should.”
Ms Americana whirled around and stomped toward the door. The tall heroine stopped in her tracks when everyone in the room began to cluck like a chicken. The raven-haired beauty turned and glared at Mike, who was sipping a beer.
“Childish!” Ms Americana spat and walked out.
A huge biker walked up to him and patted his back.
“I thought you had her.”
“I do. Trust me, a week tops she will be back.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because she is a arrogant slut who has a huge ego. She will back.”
The next week, Brenda Wade fumed. Her head filled with the clucking sounds. She closed her eyes and tried to focus.
“Is something wrong, Ms Wade.” Sam Green asked.
The raven-haired beauty looked up at the twelve men sitting around the conference table. Sam Green was over sixty, overweight but his tailor made suit hide it well. Brenda looked over her board of directors and smiled.
“I am sorry. Just a little headache.” Brenda said, “Now where were we?”
Sam sat back and tried to imagine what his boss looked like naked. He would give anything to for the chance to fuck her brains or have those lips wrapped around his cock. Sam plastered on his fake smile and drifted in his favorite fantasy, fucking the bitch on top of her desk.
Iron Mike was sitting at the bar, enjoying a beer.
“Let’s get the terms of the bet clear.”
Mike spun around and almost laughed at the sight of Ms Americana holding a cue case.
“Excellent. Bull racked them up.” Mike said, “The terms are simple. I lose I hand over our books. You lose. You become my bitch. Which means I own you. Now we must be clear on this. This means when the time suits me I can take off your mask and find out who is behind the mask. Needless to say, I will own her too. Are we clear.”
“Yes. I will be allowed to leave once I get the books.”
“Of course but if you lose. You will not be leaving…except when I say so.”
“I think you have made the terms clear.”
“Let’s play.”
Ms Americana followed over to a pool table in the middle of the room. She opened her case and put together her cue. Mike did the same and smiled. A biker walked up and held out both his fists.
“Your honor.”
Ms Americana tapped one fist. She stared at the empty palm.
“You break.’ Mike said.
Ms Americana took aim and shoot. She watched the balls scatter around the table but not one ball fell into a pocket.
Mike walked around the table, studying it. He stopped and grinned.
“I am going to give you a chance. I am giving this chance because I don’t want you to walk into the life of a bitch lightly. Walk out now, with the promise that you will never return to Sugar Town or harass a Rough Rider again.”
Ms Americana thrust out her chest, took her standard pose and smiled.
“Take your shot.”
“Very well.”
Mike took aim and sunk a ball.
Ms Americana watched in horror as he cleared the table with cool efficiency. She gulped when there was only one ball left on the table.
The eight ball.
The proud heroine realized she had played right into his hands. Her pride and arrogance had led her to a defeat of a humiliation she could have never imagined. Her whole life now rested on that one ball.
Iron Mike lazily walked around the table and move right behind her. He sniffed her sweet perfume and licked his lips.
Ms Americana closed her eyes and tried not to whimper.
“Well, Ms Americana looks like you are really behind the eight ball.”
Mike made his shot. The tall heroine watched the ball drop into the corner pocket and slumped, letting her pool cue drop to the floor. She looked at Mike with tear filled eyes as the room erupted into cheering and laughing.
They started to chant,” We got the bitch”, over and over.
Mike raised his hand and the room when quiet. He sauntered up to his prized and smiled.
“You lose bitch.” Mike said icily.
Ms Americana glanced back at the door and pondered her options.
“I won’t stop you from leaving. You can walk right out.”
Mike walked over to the bar and sat.
“Two beers.” He said, “No one will stop you but you should know the game, it was recorded. So if you leave, it will be released onto the Internet. Which means the whole world know that Ms Americana is a nothing but talk.”
Ms Americana closed her eyes and sobbed.
“Now leave or get those big tits over here.”
The shapely heroine dropped her head and shuffled over to Mike. She swallowed her pride and stared into his cold eyes.
“I lost. I am your bitch.”
“Give me your power belt.” Mike said.
“Very well. It is now your belt.”
Ms Americana champion of truth and Queen of Justice took off her belt and held it out.
“I’ll put this in the safe.” Mike laughed as he took the belt, “We might sell it on E-Bay. Here.”
Mike held out a beer and smiled.
“I don’t drink beer.”
“You do now. Drink.”
“Very well.” She sighed and took the beer.
“Stop that very well shit! You’re bitch now! Talk like one.”
Ms Americana bit tongue as she racked her brain for the right words. Suddenly she knew exactly what words to say. She planted a big grin on her face.
“Thanks for the brew….honey. “She chirped.
The bikers laughed as they crowed around the defeated heroine. A couple of them patted her ass.
“Hey!” Mike growled, “Hands off. I get first taste of everything.”
Ms Americana took the beer and drank it down. She took the second beer when he handed to her and drank that. The raven hair beauty rubbed her head when it began to buzz. She didn’t drink except for an occasional glass of wine, so the two beers were hitting her hard.
Mike pounded the bar and yelled for three more beers came. He took one for himself and handed her the other two.
Ms Americana thought to herself so the humiliations begin. She was pretty sure getting her drunk was just the start.
“Drink up, bitch.” Mike laughed as he eyed the cameras around the room. The dumb slut didn’t realize the game and her defeat were already being sent out to the Rough Rider’s website and from there the world. By this time tomorrow everyone would know the Queen of Justice was now a biker bitch.
Mike sipped his beer as he watched her drain her third beer. He motioned the big bimbo closer.
Ms Americana walked up until her breasts were almost in his face. She gasped when he poured a beer all over her tits.
“Drink the beer.” Mike said, “And lets see those tits.”
Ms Americana drunkenly smacked her lips, as she pulled down her top, setting her 44DD’s free.
Mike had seen hundred of tits but these were the mother of all boobs. They were not only huge but also perfectly round with big red nipples. He couldn’t stop from grabbing the huge mountains of soft flesh. Mike squeezed the tits around, savoring the feel of her satiny skin.
Ms American sucked in her breath as her breasts began to tingle in the most delightful way. She glanced down when her crotch wondering why it was suddenly very warm and seem to be getting wet.
Suddenly it dawned on the heroine that all the years of chastity had made her body sex starved.
“No, no.” She thought to herself, “ I am superior woman. I will not let my body respond to this disgusting treatment.”
But breasts were already throbbing with a wonderful sexual energy that was not only making her tits swell but also making her whole body tingle in the most delightful way.
“Oh my.” Ms Americana sighed as the strong hands roughly fondled her tits. The horny heroine thought she would die when Mike began to suck her tits. The tall beauty blushed in humiliation, which was made worst by all the bikers cheering and laughing.
Mike chewed on her nipple while mashed her tits together. He loved the sweet taste her boobs. He moved to the other nipple and sucked on it. The biker felt her tits swell and harden.
Ms Americana brought her hands up to her breasts but Mike grabbed her wrists.
“You need some training.” Mike growled, “but more important you need to learn exactly what a biker bitch is. Rope!”
Mike banged the bar and the bartender slammed a coil of rope down. He spun the raven-haired beauty around and pulled her hands back.
Ms Americana started to struggle but a swat on her ass reminded her that she was no longer calling the shots. She relaxed and let him bind her hands behind her back.
Mike checked his knots and turned his slave back around. He patted her face and grabbed onto her tits.
“I will behave.” Ms Americana muttered, “You don’t have to tie me up.”
“You need to learn to keep your hands where I want them.” Mike said, “Besides I love bondage games. Now where were we? Oh yes.”
Mike began suck and bite her tits with animal like lust. He squeezed them between his fingers.
“Ohhhhhh” Ms Americana sighed, “Pleeeeeeeese nooooo.”
The bound beauty gasped and panted as her boobs were played with. She couldn’t believe how hot her body was. It felt like a dam had broken in her thongs.
Mike sucked on a mouthful of tits as he cupped her crotch. He stopped sucking when his fingers grabbed a soaking wet pussy.
“I always knew you were a whore.” Mike laughed, “This slut’s pussy is soaking wet. By the look on her face, I would say she is ready to explode. I better get her in the backroom.”
Ms Americana meekly let Mike pulled her toward the door in the back. She hung her head in defeat as the bikers cheered and swatted her ass.
“Hold my calls.” Mike laughed, “I going to busy for an hour or two.”
Mike opened the door and shoved her through. He gave the guys a thumbs up and went in.
Ms Americana stumbled into a small room with only a large brass bed. She let Mike push her over to the bed.
“Love what you did with the place.” Ms Americana smirked.
Mike grabbed her by the elbow as he sat on the bed. He pulled her across his lap and began to spank her firm round ass.
“OW! OW! OW!” She screamed.
“You are not super heroine any more!” Mike snapped, “You are a bitch! Bitches don’t make snide remarks!”
“OUCH! AWWWWWWW!” Ms Americana sobbed, “I, I, I am so sorry. Really I am. It won’t OW! Pleeeeeeese!”
Mike swatted her ass until it was beet red. He shoved her to the floor and lay back on the bed.
“This room only needs a bed.” Mike said, “We use it to train our new whores and bitches.”
“I see. Is this where you will rape me.” She meekly asked.
“You’re my bitch. I don’t have to rape you. I tell you to get on this bed and spread your legs and you do it. RIGHT!”
“Yes, whatever you want.”
“My boots are dirty.” Mike sneered, “Clean them…with your tongue.”
Ms Americana swallowed the urge to tell him where to go. Instead she rolled onto her knees and stuck out her tongue. The defeated heroine grimaced as she ran her tongue over the boot. The young beauty glumly ran her tongue up and down the leather.
Mike watched the great Ms Americana lick his boots. He enjoyed the show for about good twenty minutes. He clicked open a knife and cut the ropes on her arms.
Ms Americana rubbed her arms and waited for her next order.
“Take off my boots and socks!” he smiled as he put away his blade.
The young heroine grabbed his boot and yanked on it. But it won’t budge. She swung her leg over his leg and pulled on the boot.
Mike put his foot on her big ass and shoved. He laughed as the boot flew off and the heroine with it.
Ms Americana slammed to the floor and rolled over. She tossed the boot down and it aside. She pulled on the other boot and was thrilled when it slipped right off. The socks came next. Thankfully they were clean.
“Up bitch!” Mike snapped as he stood up.
Ms Americana struggled to her feet and waited for her next order.
“Undress me, bitch.”
Ms Americana nodded and pulled off his jacket. She hung it on the bedpost and then unbutton his shirt, pulled it off.”
“Kiss and lick my chest.” Mike ordered.
Ms Americana began to kiss his neck and chest while she worked on his jeans. The young beauty planted kissed all over his chest as she tugged down the Levis. The heroine closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot passion filling her body. Her crotch felt like it was on fire. Over come by lust, Ms Americana dropped to her knees and pulled off the jeans. She reached up, yanked off his boxer, freeing his large hard cock.
“It’s so big.” Ms Americana gasped.
The raven hair beauty’s mouth watered. She reached up for the hard pole.
“NO!” Mike snapped, “Not until I say so. On the bed.”
Ms Americana sat on the bed. Mike sat down beside her. The bound beauty bit her lip as he ran his fingers through her thick black hair.
Mike pulled her lips to his and kissed her. He started tenderly but soon lust over came him and he was sucking tongue.
“MMMMMPH!” Ms Americana moaned as his mouth crushed her lips. She had no choice but to suck on his tongue. Brenda had been kissed before but not like this. It felt like her mouth was being raped. The thick tongue probed her mouth while his lips chewed on her face.
Mike pushed her back on the bed without releasing her mouth. The biker cupped her tit and climbed on top of her soft body. He rubbed himself against her wonderful body as he tweaked her tits. The biker rolled his tongue around her wet mouth, loving the sweet taste.
“Mmmmmmmm.” Ms Americana sighed enjoying the long wet kiss and the feel of his hard body rubbing against hers. His fingers playing with her tits were driving her crazy. She wanted to wrap her arms around him but grabbed the headboard instead. But the worst or best part was her crotch felt like a hot pool of lava. The young heroine wanted to rub her thighs together but Mike’s knee made the impossible.
Mike finally released her mouth and kissed down to her neck. The kisses turned nibbles and then bites. He clamped to her throat and gnawed on it.
“Oh, oh, “ She sighed as the hot wet mouth and strong fingers worked her body into a heated lust like she knew could have imagined.
Mike stopped biting her neck so he could bury his face in her mountains of titty. He mashed them around while sucking and biting them.
“AHHHHHHH” Ms Americana sobbed as her breasts began to ache with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She pulled on the headboard as the lust built in her body.
Mike spread her legs with his knee and pushed his cock into her pussy.
“AWWWWWWWWW!” Ms Americana screamed as the huge pole plowed into her pussy, breaking her cherry in on quick thrust.
“SWEET JESUS!” Mike laughed, “YOU ARE A FUCKING VIRGIN! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I AM THE FIRST GUY TO FUCK MS AMERICANA! HOLD ON BITCH, YOU GONNA REMEMBER THIS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIKE!”
“OH SWEET LIBERTY’ Ms Americana screamed as her virgin twat was brutally fucked. She sobbed and wailed as the huge pole slammed in and out. Each thrust lifted her ass on the bed, making her cry in a mixture of misery and delight.
Mike pounded her with all he had, loving the look of shock on her face. He grabbed onto her tits and crushed them between her fingers. The biker ran his tongue over her face, savoring the taste of her sweaty flesh.
The ravished heroine screamed in delight as the pain faded and was replaced with an amazing ecstasy. Ms Americana sobbed with job and misery was she thrust against the cock. She closed her eyes and licked his lips lust took over.
“AIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ms Americana wailed as she had her first orgasm.
“Yes, I own you now bitch!” Mike laughed as he buried his cock deep into her tight wet pussy. He couldn’t believe how tight her twat was. It was crushing his cock, pushing him toward a climax.
Ms Americana panted and moaned in delight lost in her own lust filled nightmare. Climax and climax rocking her body. The proud heroine could tell she was losing herself. Each climax pushed her toward total defeat.
“No, no, I will not be tamed” She sobbed, “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
Another orgasm slammed into her body. The heroine twisted and turned, craving another climax.
“I am coming!” Mike grunted and emptied his cock into pussy.
“SWEEEEEEEEEEET LIBERTY!” Ms Americana screamed as a colossal climax exploded in her body.
Both the lovers arched up, both enjoying their orgasms. They slumped onto the bed. Mike rolled off the woman and watched her heaving chest. He ran his hand over the sweaty body and laughed.
Ms Americana just lay there trying to catch her breath, hardly noticing the hands rubbing her breasts. She just grunted a he rolled her over and patted her bottom.
Mike patted her ass and moved between her legs. He played with her ass, slowly spreading her cheeks and then pushed a finger into tiny butt hole.
“Awwwwwww!” Ms Americana screamed as his finger probed her ass. She tried to roll over but Mike pushed her down and gave her ass a couple of hard swats.
“OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!”” Ms Americana sobbed.
“Stay put, bitch!” Mike growled, “You gonna take it up the ass and like it!”
Ms Americana gritted her teeth as she put her hands back on the headboard. She panted and sobbed as he worked two fingers into her butt. The ravished heroine screamed into the mattress as hot tears ran down her cheeks.
Mike kept one hand on her squirming ass as he worked his fingers in and out. He would give her butt another good swat.
“Okay, bitch!” Mike said, “Time for the real thing.”
Mike pulled out his fingers and spread her cheeks. He pushed his hard cock into her ass.
“AWWWWWWWWWWW!” Ms Americana shrieked in agony as the rock hard shaft pushed deeper and deeper into her cherry ass. The raven haired beauty screamed over and over as the cock began to fuck her ass.
“Oh God!” Mike yelled as he pounded her ass with all he had.
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Ms Americana grunted as her body was violated in a way she would never have imagined.
The young beauty bucked and twisted but couldn’t escape the cock raping her ass. She yanked on the headboard, making it bang against the wall.
The bikers in the bar heard the loud banging and laughed.
Mike grabbed onto her well-rounded hips and buried his cock into the tight hole. He held it there for a long minute, savoring the tightness and then pulled it back.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana screamed as the rape continued.
The ravished heroine let go of the frame and began to hit the mattress with her fists as she sobbed. Her ass was in agony but then slowly the pain faded. Ms Americana couldn’t believe her body was responding to this disgusting act.
Mike saw that the bitch was responding the fucking and laughed.
“I knew it! You are nothing but a whore!” Mike said, “Running around almost naked with those big tits flopping around! Don’t worry slut, from now on you are going to get all the cock you want!”
“SWEEEET LIBERTYYYYY NOOOOOOO!” Ms Americana screamed as she came like a freight train.
“That’s it whore! Come for me again! Give it to me bitch!’
“NO! NO! AWWWWWWWWWWW!”
Ms Americana wailed in sheer delight as the orgasm swept through her body. She sucked in a lungful of air and screamed again.
The Rough Riders cheered and hooted as they listened to her screams coming from the back room.
Mike grunted as he emptied his cock into the ass.
“SWEEEEEEET LIBERTY!” Ms Americana screamed as her body shook with a wonderful bliss. She collapsed onto the sheets and sobbed.
Mike rolled off the bed and went to the door. He stuck his head out.
“BEER!”
Ms Americana rolled over and watched Mike take two beers from someone and kick the door closed. The sweaty heroines bit her lip as he came back and held out a bottle. She just nodded and took the beer. The raven haired beauty drank the beer and enjoyed the cool foamy tasted.
Mike sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He sipped his beer and looked over his new bitch.
“Okay, bitch.” Mike said, “I think it time for you first blowjob.”
“WHAT?” Ms Americana gasped, “Put you thing in my mouth! You can’t be…”
“Sounds like someone has forgotten who the bitch is/” Mike growled, “ And who the master is. Do you need another spanking?”
“N-no. No.” She whimpered and drained her beer, hoping it would make sucking cock a little easier.
The defeated woman rolled over onto her belly and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She began to rub it, trying to build up the nerve to put lips on the disgusting thing. Ms Americana was surprised how fast the cock stiffen. She increased her rubbing, trying to avoid putting her mouth on the cock.
“Nice hand job.” Mike snapped, “Put that mouth to work.”
Ms Americana glanced up at the biker and knew there was not way to avoid sucking him off. She knew deep inside that this would be the first of many blowjobs. The defeated heroine took a deep breath and pressed his lips onto the cock head. She kissed it over and over.
Mike watched her fondled his cock while kissing it all over. He was just about to tell her to get it in gear when the raven-haired beauty stuck her tongue out. He sucked in her breath as the wet tongue ran up and down his shaft. The biker lay back and groaned in delight.
Ms Americana ran her tongue up and down, stopping to nibble the tip and give it a few kisses before working down to the ball. The young beauty lapped her tongue over the sacs, until they glisten with her spit. The heroine opened her mouth and wrapped it around his balls.
“Oh sweet Jesus.” Mike panted as she sucked on his balls, “You got natural talent! Keep it up!”
The defeated heroine wiggled her nose ignoring the musky smell as she rolled the sacs around her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the balls, let them slip out and ran her tongue up to the head. Ms Americana spread her lips and pushed the hard shaft into her mouth. She gulped down the cock inch by inch.
“Mmmmmmm” Ms Americana sighed; surprised she was enjoying the taste.
Mike watched the raven head bob up and down on his cock. His cock felt like it was going to explode.
“You go bitch!” Mike grunted.
Ms Americana sucked and licked the cock with more and more enthusiasm as lust took over her body again. She worked the cock around her mouth while twirling her tongue over the cock while rubbing the base.
“MPH! MPH! MPH!” Ms Americana moaned as she sucked the cock, as the inner slut took over.
The lust filled woman sucked the cock with loud slurps and gulps Ms Americana clamped her lips around the shaft and gave it a long hard suck.
“OH YESSSSSSSSSSS!” Mike grunted as his cock exploded.
“MMMMPHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana grunted as her mouth filled his cum. Her mouth filled even though she swallowed with quick fast gulps. The cum began to dribbled out the sides of her mouth. The beautiful heroine drank the cock dry. Even after she had drained the cock, the lust filled woman kept sucking, licking and kissing it.
Mike grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up beside him. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her long and hard. He grabbed on to her tit while sucking the hell out her mouth.
Ms Americana pushed her tongue into his mouth while rubbing her body against his, loving the feel of his hard body against hers.
“MMMMMMMM!” Ms Americana moaned as she spread her legs and guided his cock into her burning pussy. She sighed in ecstasy as the huge cock filled her body.
Mike rolled on top the squirming woman, grabbed onto her tits and began to fuck the hell out her.
“SWEEEEEEEEEEET LIBERTYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Ms Americana wailed in sheer delight, “GOD! I AM TAMED! I AM TAMED!”
Mike laughed in triumph as he worked his cock deep into her tight twat. He was in heaven.
The rest of the bikers heard the scream and began laugh and cheer.
Ms Americana spent the night, happily servicing Mike in every way he demanded. Sometime during the fuck session, Mike pulled off her mask, completing her defeat.
Mike and the Rough Riders stood around their bikes, shooting the breeze. They all stopped when the raven hair beauty walked out the bar. A micro-mini leather skirt hugged her ass, while black fishnet stockings and high heel thigh boots showed off her long legs. A lacey camisole top was stretched over her huge bosom. The sheer garment made it obvious that she was braless. A short tight leather biker jacket completed the new look. A small bike cap rested on top of her newly permed hair. Ms Americana’s fresh face was painted with heavy make up and red lipstick. The tamed heroine stuck a pose with her hand on her hip, giving Mike a suggestive look.
“Hey, lover.” Brenda cooed, “See anything you like?”
“Everything.” Mike smiled, “Now plant your ass on my bike, and bitch.”
“Yes, sir!” Ms Americana giggled as she trotted over and slid onto the bike behind Mike. “Where we going, lover?”
“The new Rough Rider club house, formerly known as Wade Manor.”
“Great. Oh, my ward Lydia? I guess she will have to join the Rough Riders.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I am way ahead of you.”
When Mike had found out Ms Americana was Brenda Wade, he had sent over four Rough Riders to Wade Manor. As of two hours ago, Lydia, also known as Flag Girl had been tamed and the guys were arguing whose bitch she was.
“Hold tight, bitch.” Mike laughed, “You are in for a long hard ride.”
True to his word Mike and his gang took over Wade Manor. In less than a month, they had trashed the place and sold everything of value. Mike got Brenda to sign a power of attorney and began to steal the rest of her wealth.
Ms Americana was past around to all the Rough Riders including their girl friends. The beautiful heroine barely got any sleep with all the fucking and sucking she was doing.
After Wade Manor had been sold and all her accounts emptied, Mike put her to work.
Ms Americana adjusted her costume and checked her hair in the mirror. Despite the months of abuse, Brenda was still a stunning beauty. She stared into the mirror and sighed.
“Stupid bitch.” Brenda spat,” Mike played you. Now your pride has led you to the life of a whore. Go slut, put on the game face, your first client is coming up.
The door opened and Eddie Bishop stepped in with a big stupid grin on his face.
Ms Americana stared at the pudgy chief of police and rolled her eyes.
“You’re my first trick?”
“That’s right baby, your big tits and ass are mine for the night.” Eddie giggled as he pulled off his shirt, “The great news is I get you very Wednesday.”
“What?”
“ I ignore this whorehouse as long as you keep me happy.”
Eddie danced over to the bed and flopped down. He patted the bed.
“Get your sweet ass over here, whore!”
Ms Americana would have swallowed her pride if she had any left. Instead, she gave him a smiled and walked over.
“Oh you bad boy, I am going to keep you so happy.”
Eddie pulled her onto the bed and pushed his face into tits.
Brenda sat in her office looking over some papers. She was wearing tight silk blouse and skirt that showed off her full figure. Her thick hair was pinned up and glasses were perched on her nose.
Suddenly the door slammed open and Sam Crane stomped in.
“You bitch!” Sam yelled and charged her desk.
“Sam?” Brenda gasped.
Sam pulled her up and shoved her back over her desk. He ripped her blouse open, exposing the pink bra. Sam yanked down the bra and grabbed her tits.
“Oh goodness stop!” Brenda panted, “Please stop!”
Sam mashed the tits around as ripped her skirt over her hips. He tore off her panties and tossed them over his shoulder. Sam dropped his pants and spread her legs.
“I am going to fuck you silly, whore!” Sam yelled.
“OH MY! Please no!”
Sam pushed his cock into her and grabbed onto her hips. He began to fuck the hell out her.
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Brenda screamed, “OH MY! OH SAM! OH! OH!”
Sam kept pounding her as he lay across his squirming boss. He found her lips and gave her a long wet kiss.
“MMMMMMPH!” Brenda sobbed as she was raped on top of her desk.
“YES! YES! YES!” Sam screamed as he emptied his cock into her pussy.
“OH GOOOOOOD!” Brenda screamed as she came.
Sam pulled out his cock and flipped her over. He gave her ass a couple of good swats and the slammed his cock into her ass.
“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Brenda screamed as she was impaled on the cock.
Sam grabbed her ass and began to fuck it with the same lust he had just raped her pussy.
“OH! OH! OH!” Brenda sobbed, “Oh Sam, you are so big! Fuck me good Sam!”
Sam worked his cock in and out with long hard strokes until he came.
“OH YESSSSSSSSSSS!” Sam grunted as he filled her ass with his seed.
Sam grabbed her by the hair and forced to kneel in front of him. He sat back in the chair and pulled her head toward his cock.
“SUCK SLUT!” Sam commanded.
Brenda pushed her mouth over the cock and began to suck.
An hour later, Brenda lay on the floor, panting and moaning from the hour-long rape. She looked up at Sam who was adjusting his clothes.
“Just where you belong, whore.” Sam laughed, “I’ll see you next week.”
The ravished heroine just lay there as she watched him walk out. A few seconds later, a tall man in a suit walked in and looked down.
“Come on, bitch!” He snarled, “Naptime is over. You got a client waiting.”
“Brenda Wade or Ms Americana?” Brenda muttered as she pushed herself up.
“Ms Americana. So get cleaned up and put on the stars and stripes.”
Brenda staggered out the room made up to look like her office. She walked down the hallway of the brothel she had been working for the last three months.
Brenda just lay in her bed, listening.
It was four A.M.
The whorehouse was quiet. The raven-haired beauty sat up and rolled off the bed. She reached under the bed and pulled out the wad of bills.
“Not a fortune but enough to get her out of town.” Brenda thought.
Brenda cracked her door and then snuck out. Five minutes, later she was on the street. The tall woman knew she had to move fast. She had six, seven hours tops before she was missed. Brenda flagged a cab down.
Three hours later, Brenda was on a bus out of town. She was heading for Star City. Jessica would help her get access to the secret accounts that Mike had missed. Then get her out the country. Her fellow heroine would also help her regain control of her companies.
The fools left her name on all the important papers.
Brenda would have to leave the country and built a whole new identity. It would take time. But she had time. Mike wouldn’t come looking he would have other things on his mind. Brenda looked over at the young blonde sleeping beside her.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it right.”
“So that dumb bitch, never knew this table was rigged?”
“Balls made a special alloy and magnetic pockets. It was in the bag. The dumb bitch never knew what hit her.”
“MIKE!”
“What?”
“The books are gone!”
“WHAT!”
“Everything is gone. Dude, if those discs fall into the wrong hands.”
“Yeah, yeah. First, I gotta figure how who took them….what the hell you doing here?”
“My main ho is gone….”
“Ms Americana is gone?”
“That’s what I said fool!”
Mike slumped onto a bar stool and ran his hand through his hair. He knew who took the discs and knew that Brenda would be looking for some major payback. He knew better than anyone that Ms Americana the great paragon of truth and justice was gone. All that was left was one mean bitch.