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                                    MS AMERICANA: TIARA TROUBLE

 

 

THREE YEARS EARILER:

 

“Dad! What going on!”

“It’s okay, kid, it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding!”  Huffed Ms Amricana, “Identify theft is not a misunderstanding. Its’ a crime!”

“And now you pay!” Chimed in Flg Girl.

“Wait, wait! He didn’t do I did it”

“Shut up, Wendell!”

“I find it hard to believe that a young lad, such as yourself could set up such a thing.” Said Mrs. Confederate.

“You don’t understand, I am a genius I go tot college!”

“Wendell I said shut up. I did it. Now go upstairs and do your homework.”

But the short fat, teenager didn’t go upstairs and watch the tall heroines lead his dad away.

“Ms American, Flag Girl, Mrs. Confederate, Sothern Girl.. .you and the rest of your bimbo friends are going pay for this. Yeah, one day I will make you regret.”

“Hey Wendell, you see the tits on those bitches? God they were huge. I guess that is a requriment to be a heroine. Big boobs!”

“Yeah, big boobs, whores have big boobs, too. ”

The sixteen year old wandered back into his small house.

 

 

 

 Ms Americana stood over the four white slavers lying on the ground with her hands on her hips and a smile on her lips. She had just given them a sound thrashing and was feeling pretty good about herself.

“Well, I think you will think twice about taking on the Queen of Justice in the future.”

“Lucky punch.” Muttered one guy, rubbing his jaw while glaring up at her.

The super heroine looked up at the sound of sirens and smiled.

            “Looks like your ride is here!”

            Ms Americana watched the police herd the criminals into the paddy wagon. One cop walked by and looked up at the tall woman.

            “What happen to your tiara?”

            The proud beauty reached up into her thick black mane and realized her gold tiara was missing. She must have lost in during the fight. Ms Americana began to scan the ground for it. She really didn’t want to lose it. It was made out of solid gold but that wasn’t the real reason she wanted it back. She had worn the same tiara since she began her crime-fighting career.

            “What you looking for?” A small girl asked.

            “I dropped my tiara.” She said with a grin at the cute girl.

            “Was it gold with a star on it?”

            “Yes.”

            “I saw some fat kid with glasses pick something up and run off.”

“Drat. Oh well, I can get another but it won’t be the same.”

A couple weeks later, Brenda Wade was on Ebay, seeing what was on sale. She stared at the screen.

 

                                    MS AMERICANA’S TIARA

                Folks this is the real deal. Solid gold. Accepting bids.

 

 

Brenda couldn’t believe it. Some creep was selling her tiara. This looks a job for Ms. Americana.

Brenda used her considerable connects to find out who the seller was and where he lived. It was some kid who lived with his aunt and uncle.

“Wendell Finkenstien.” She muttered, “Time for you learn that you don’t mess with Ms. Americana. Finkenstien, I know that name…but where?”

She shook her head and trotted off to don her costume.

Ms Americana trotted down the dark street. Not the worst part of town but not the best.  She stopped under a streetlight and scanned the numbers on the houses. Suddenly the beautiful heroine stopped. She had caught someone here.

But who?

Unknown to the mighty heroine she was being watch too. Someone was taking in her amazing body with its huge tits, slender waist, perfect ass; the beautiful face was surrounded by long think hair, which fell to the middle of her back.

The tall woman trotted up the stairs to the door of a small two-story house. She was about to knock but it sung open. A middle-aged couple, carrying some suitcases came out.

“Hello Wendell is expecting you.” The man said in a monotone voice, “We are leaving for the weekend so you two can have some privacy.”

“I won’t be staying that long.” She said.

“You look like a nice girl….do you always wear a swimsuit?” The woman asked.

“Hey, she’s got the body for it. We must go now.”

“Yes, we must go.”

Ms Americana watched the couple walk down to the sidewalk and stop.

“Where are we going?” The woman asked.

“I don’t know. But we must go.”

They walked down the street, looking around like lost souls.

Ms Americana shook her head and went into the house, closing the door behind her.

“So Wendell was expecting Me. “ she said to herself, “I don’t know what his game is but it obvious he has never dealt with a superior woman.”

The might heroine climbed the stairs and looked into the first open door. She stepped in and looked around. It was a large room and was a mess. Books, clothes and magazines were scattered around the floor. There were three computers set up on a large desk.

“Computer geek.” She said to herself.

Ms Americana noticed a large worktable along one wall and walked over. Tools and small electronics filled the table. She stared down at what looked like small metal discs.

“Super micro-processors?” She whispered, “Where the hell did you those, Wendell? Stole them I bet.”

The crime fighter looked at the chart on the wall. It was chart of the human brain except this one had color dots and lines on it. One section of the brain was colored in with red.

“That’s the soul of the brain.”

Ms. Americana whirled around and stared at the pudgy teenager standing in the doorway. He wore thick glasses and kept pushing his stringy hair away from his eyes. A stupid grin filled his rather homely face.

“Pardon me?”

“That red section of the brain. Some people think that’s where your soul is. Everything you are, in that small section. If we could figure out how to get in there and reprogram it. We could do a lot of good. We could turn criminals into law binding citizens. Of course that would put you out a job.”

Wendell stepped into the room and wandered over to his desk. He sat down and looked up the beautiful woman with the amazing body standing in his room.

“But that is not possible. So my job is secure.”

“Yes, until some smart guy figures out how to do it.”

“Yes, Wendell the reason I am here…”

“Is to get you tiara back. I know. I know. I was happy to see it took you two weeks to find me?”

“Why? So you could hold on to my property a little while longer.”

“No, a really smart crime fighter would have found me in a day, two tops.”

Ms Americana couldn’t believe this young punk was calling her stupid. Right to her face, this was unheard up.

“Pardon me Wendell, I am Ms. Americana, Queen of Justice. Defender of al that is good and descent.”

“Well, I guess that lets me out. I am not good and definitely indecent. Because if I figured out how to reprogram the brain. I would use it to turn big titted do gooders like you into brainless sluts to do my bidding.”

“Just give back my tiara, you awful young boy.”

“Hey, I’m nineteen and about to get my PHD. So that makes me a lot smarter than you, Ms amazing tits.”

Ms Americana stepped forward with her fist raised.

Wendell reached into a drawer and held out her tiara.

“Chill baby, I am just playing with you. Here’s your tiara.”

Ms Americana snatched the gold band from his hand and pushed back her hair. She set the tiara on her head. The tall brunette gasped, feeling like a super villain had slammed her in the face. She staggered around the room and finally dropped to her knees. She felt so dizzy and there were beeps and tweets filling her head. Ms Americana focused all her will power and wasn’t able to stand up. The Queen of Justice realized that she was panting.
            ”Sweet liberty!” She gasped, “What is happening to me.”

            “Oh I forgot to mention. I made some slight improvements to your tiara. Let me put this simply for you. Think of your brain as a computer and your tiara is a computer disk that is trying to download  into your brain. This program when completed will have erased the old your personality and replaced with a whole new one.”

            “You’re insane! I am not a computer. I am a human being more important a superior woman who can’t be tamed.”

            “Yeah, let’s find out. Come here”

            “What?” Ms Americana gasped as he crawled over to the boy and just knelt there.

            “Take off you top.”

            “Screw you! I am slowly beating your sick program and when I do.”

            “Yes, you are but it is taking all your will power. And let’s be honest, you are not the brightest bulb in the package. Not to mention it is possible to tame you.”

“NEVER!” she yelled but stagger back feeling weaker.

Ms Americana closed her eyes and used all her will power to remember who she was. Ms. Americana! Queen of Justice! Brenda Wade, corporate leader!

Wendell watched her struggled and smiled.

“Now if you were to be distracted. You would lost you focus and good-by Ms Americana, hello new slutty girl toy.”

            “Never! Some of the most powerful villains in this city have tried to tame me and all have failed.” 

            “Well, let give it a shot anyway.”

Wendell pulled off her power belt, glanced at and tossed it out the door, far from her reach.

“NO!” she cried as she felt her powers drained away. She felt a black cloud moving over her brain and realized her power belt had been using it healing power to fight the mind control device. Now she had lost that. The proud heroine fell to her hands and knees. She grabbed her head but couldn’t bring herself to pull off the tiara. She forgot about the tiara and concentrated on herself. She was Brenda Wade, MS Americana.

“Well, I can see you are weakening. Let’s give you something else to think about.” Wendell said as he reached up and ripped off her top, freeing her huge mountains of flesh.

            “Stop that!” Ms Americana yelled as she brought up her hands.

            “Don’t move.” Wendell said.

Suddenly the tall beauty couldn’t move. She tried to move but suddenly the beep and tweets grew louder. Ms Americana could swear she felt a part of herself slipping away. She closed her eyes and focused on fighting the program.

“Looky, looky, some slutty heroine is already learning to obey.”

Ms Americana glared at the small man, wanting grab him and give him a sound beating for this humiliation.  She wanted to reach up and pull off her tiara but for some reason she couldn’t.

Wendell smiled at the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him with her large round tits with its bright nipples pointing right his face. He could see the internal struggle going on. But she was such a brainless twit; he knew that it was only a matter of time before she lost the battle.

“Let’s see how focus you can stay when I do this.”

Wendell buried his face in her chest and grabbed them with both hands. He began to mash them around while sucking and licking.

“NOOOO!” she sobbed as the young creep manhandled her tits. She gasped as his mouth sucked in a nipple and gnawed on it while his strong fingers fondled her soft flesh.

Wendell’s hands and mouth were full of sweet titty meat. He sucked and bit the huge boobs while squashing between his fingers.

“AW!” She gasped, “Stop this madness, Oh, sweet liberty!”

Ms Americana felt the dark cloud creeping back into her mind and tried to push it back. She realized her attacker was pushing her back onto the floor. The Queen of Justice had no choice to but to let him push down.

Wendell pushed the slut back onto the carpet and limbed on top of the luscious bitch. He continued to suck and fondle the tits with youthful lust.

“Oh, please, stop.” Ms Americana gasped, “This is wrong. It’s almost rape. You’re not a rapist.”

“Not yet.” He laughed.

Wendell stopped his attacks and stared down at the tits that had swelled even bigger and were hard as rocks. He noticed the clock and realized he had been playing with her tits for an hour.

Time to step it up.

He used his knee top spread her legs while he ripped off her bikini bottom.

“No!” she screamed, “Sweet Liberty, stop now!”

Wendell blew her a kiss and pushed his face into her well-trimmed pussy.

“AWWWW!” Ms Americana gasped as he felt his fingers and tongue push into her, sending waves of delight through her body worst she felt part herself slip away. She closed her eyes trying to get back what she lose while trying to ignore the growing wet heat between her legs.

Wendell lapped up her sweet nectar and sat up. He pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants.

Ms Americana looked up and shocked at he size of his cock. She gulped at the idea of being rape by that huge shaft while trying to fight off her tiara buzzing in her head. The idea of being tamed by this fat creep made her mad. For a split second she was herself again but lost it when she felt the cock press against her crotch.

“NOOOOO!” She screamed, “Sweet liberty stop now!”

“Yeah, right, like I am going not fuck Ms Americana!”

Wendell pushed his stiff cock deep into the panting woman, loving the tightness of her cunt. He grabbed onto the mega tits and began to fuck the hell out Americana

“AW! UGH! UGH!” Ms Americana screamed as the huge shaft began to bang the hell out her.

Ms American realized that she was losing herself because her attention was on the huge cock pounding into her and the hands playing with her all ready sensitive tits. She rolled her head around trying to regain control. Then she heard it. A tiny voice in her head.

“A slave is only happy when she is serving her master. A happy slave is a good slave. A slave is submissive and never, never disobeys her master. You live to serve Wendell. He is your life and…”

“NO! NEVER!” She screamed trying to shut out the voices filling her head. Telling how to be a good slave and how wonderful Wendell was.

Ms Americana screamed as unexpected orgasm hit it. It was a small one but enough to lose her focus for a second.

“NO, oh that feels so good.” She moaned, “Oh sweet liberty!”

“I got you now bitch!” Wendell laughed, “You are so mine!”

“No, no, mmp, ooh s-stop.” She muttered, “I am Ms Americana! Queen of …Awww!

Ms Americana came again and again.

“I am Ms…. oh, no, who am I..I…I!”

MS Americana screamed long and loud as she had an unbelievable climax. She thrust against the cock and made herself again. Then it was like her brain exploded and shut down.

Wendell held onto the bucking body and thrust his cock all the way in. He filled her with his load and watched another orgasm hit her. He watched arch up and scream her lungs out. Then she slumped to the floor.

Ms. Americana just lay there panting and moaning, trying to remember who she was.

“Oh, yes. That’s who she was.”

Wendell got up and sat on his bed. He stared down at the defeated woman; hardly believing her had done it.

“Slave, crawl over here.” Wendell held his breath.

Ms Americana rolled on to her hands and knees. She smiled up at her master and crawled over to him. She knelt down on her knees and waited for his next command. The once proud woman noticed his cock and licked her lips.

Wendell noticed this smiled.

“You want to suck me off, slave.”

“Oh yes, master.”

“Get to work then, slut.”

The Ex-Queen of Justice wrapped her hand around his shaft and rubbed it while she began to lick and kiss it.

Wendell slumped back on his bed and smiled to himself. This was just the first of many blowjobs. This was just the beginning.

Ms Americana fucked and sucked Wendell through the night. He kept the tiara on her, wanting to make sure the programming took. Once he was sure he took off the tiara and smiled down at his kneeling slave with cum dripping out her mouth.

“Give me your mask.” He said, knowing this was the big test.

“Ms Americana took off her mask and held it out to her master.

“DAMN! You are Brenda Wade! I thought I was just getting a nice piece of ass and now it turns out I got me a cash cow, too. Wait, that means that stuck up Lydia Willis is Flag Girl.”

“Yes, she is.” Brenda brightly said.

“Well when I move into Wade Manor, I got to make Lydia my slave too. You gonna help with that.”

“Oh yes, master. I want her to be as happy as I am.”

Lydia climbed out her sports car and stretched. The shapely coed was wearing a white blouse and bow with a pleated skirt.  Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a long wavy ponytail. A bright red ribbon held it in place. The beautiful coed trotted up the stairs to the front door of Wade Manor. She was worried about Brenda. Her mentor hadn’t come home last night. She open door and went in. Lydia was surprised to not see the butler. He was always there to greet her.

“Lydia!” Brenda called, “ I in the sitting room.”

Lydia forgot about the butler and ran into the sitting room. She stopped at the sight of Brenda sitting on the sofa, wearing one of her skimpy negligees, garter belts, fishing net stockings and stiletto heels. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in thick curls.

“Brenda?”

Lydia’s attention was on her scantly clad mentor, so she didn’t notice Wendell come up behind her and slip the tiara on her head.

“AW!” She gasped.

The blonde coed fell to her knees, grabbing her head. Lydia felt like she was falling into a deep hole

“Don’t fight it sweetie, “ Brenda cooed, “just let it happen.”

“No, why…on my.”

Wendell knelt down, ripped her blouse off her shoulders and pulled down he bra, freeing her nice big tits.

“What are you doing!” Lydia cried as she watched Brenda come over and give Wendell a long kiss. She gasped as he began to play with tits.

“Slave Brenda, get her pussy warmed up for me.”

“Yes, master.” Brenda cooed.

Lydia watched in horror as Brenda moved down, pushed her skirt up and pulled off her white panties. She squealed as the tall woman began to lick her pussy.

“B-Brenda stop, OOOOO! Nooo!”

Wendell gave her a long kiss and shoved is cock into her gaping mouth.

Poor Lydia struggled around but couldn’t escape the cock thrusting into her throat while Brenda’s talented tongue worked on her pussy, making hotter and wetter by the second.

“MMMMMMPH” She sobbed as a black cloud swept over her.

Later that night, Wendell was lying in the huge bed in Brenda’s bedroom. Brenda was lying on his left, kissing and licking his face and neck. He gave her kiss and looked up as a stark naked Lydia walked into the room, carrying a tray.

“Your milkshake, burger and fries, master.” She cooed.

“Excellent Slave Lydia.” Wendell smiled, “Now you will both feed me. Then since we fired to the staff we will need to replace it.”

Lydia carefully climbed on to the bed and set the tray down. She held out a fry while Brenda held up the milkshake with a smile.

“Who will you get?” asked Brenda, “Someone fun.”

“Oh yeah, someone a lot of fun. You two slaves know all the other heroines?”

“Why yes, master. “ Chirped Lydia, “We even know their secret identities.”

“Excellent, excellent.” Wendell smiled as let Lydia feed him a fry.

 

 

A month later, Wendell woke up and looked at the two sleeping beauties sharing his bed. Brenda Wade one side and Jessica Armstrong, formally Solar Woman rolled over and looked at him with eager eyes.  

“Slaves, I am horny.”

Both women began to kiss and lick his cock.

A hour later got out bed was met by his upstairs maid, Karen Clark, her Lady Midnight costume had been replace with a sexy French maid’s uniform. He gave her a long kiss and took the robe she was holding out. He wandered out to the balcony and looked down on estate. Sara Kraft, wearing a sexy chauffeur’s uniform, was wiping down his classic rolls. She noticed him and blew him a kiss. He gave her a wave and watched his gardeners work. Tanya O’Donnell, no longer Got Girl, Jungle Babe was gone only Dana McQueen remained and Lee Midori aka Green Hornette. The three former heroines happily worked to keep the gardens perfect. They wore tight shorts and their shirts were rolled up and knotted between their huge tits.

Wendell went to his bathroom and was washed and shampooed by Victoria Chaste, was known as Puritan, now his bathgirl.

Brenda and Jessica, had shower and shampooed themselves, now wearing short sheer dresses, stiletto heels and nothing else, helped him dress in his stylist clothes. They followed him down stairs like a couple of lovesick schoolgirls. Lydia and Nan Hamilton, Southern Girl, dress in sexy French maids, waited at the bottom of the stairs.

“Good Morning master.” They cooed and fell in line with the other two slaves.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Slave Ashlyn as made your favorite.” Smiled Nan, “Bacon, eggs, and biscuits with gravy.”

Slave Ashlyn was Nan’s mother and Mrs. Confederate. She ran the kitchen along with Power Lass, now known as Slave Karen.

Wendell led his slaves into the dinning room and Lydia pulled out his chair while Nan poured his coffee. Moria Jones, short shirt, tight low cut blouse and heels, moved beside him. She had been Ebony Avenger; she was now his private secretary.

“Master, the Slaver called again and so did Master Blaster.”

“Those guys again. Geez.”

“They would like to meet with you.”

“Tell them I am not interested. I got all the money I need.”

With combined fortunes of Brenda, Jessica, Dana, and Sara, Wendell was now one of the richest men in the world. The criminal underground wanted to know how he had caught and tamed most of the super heroines in two cities.

“Slave Moria, tell them…wait, Slave Brenda and Jessica, if I say no will these guys give me trouble.

“They don’t like to be refused, master.” Brenda smiled.

“They will not stop, master.” Jessica said.

“I see. Invite them to dinner. I think they need to be reprogrammed.”

“Wonderful idea, master.” Lydia smiled.

“We could teach them a lesson.” Moria said, “ I don’t like them threatening my master.”

“That’s very sweet, Slave but we’ll do it my way.” Wendell said, realizing it had been a two days since he fucked her, “Oh Slave Moria, I will want to you meet me in my bed at eleven. Wear something sexy.”

“Yes master!”

Ashlyn, wearing only a chef’s shirt and heels, rolled in a food cart, followed by Karen, also wearing a chef’s shirt, carrying a large pitcher of Orange juice.

“Sit slaves.”

All his slaves sat around the long table. Victoria, Angela, Sara, and his gardeners came in and took their places at the table.

Wendell looked over his slaves, looking at him with adoring eyes.  He laughed. And gave Brenda and Jessica, kisses.

“Sara, my dad is getting out of jail tomorrow. You will pick him up. No let’s see. Lydia and Victoria will go along. Wear something very sexy and make sure you give my dad the best fuck he has ever had.”

“Yes, master.” The two slaves cooed. 

“To me!” he laughed raising his glass of juice.

“To our master, “ laughed the beautiful slaves.