Nightmare Witch and Ms. Americana in

A MILE IN HER SHOES

by corvus

corvus8888@outlook.com

This story is inspired by the plot of Mr. X’s 3D comic “Mirror, Mirror” and can be thought of as a non-canon alternate fan take on the same premise. Nightmare Witch, Ms. Americana, and Vegan are all property of Mr. X

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PART ONE:

AMERICANA CAPTURED BY NIGHTMARE WITCH!

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Brenda Wade awoke with a start. Her memory was fuzzy, but soon she began to recall what had happened.

I was fighting Vegan… I had him when something struck me from behind...

She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a dimly lit room, empty except for a small round table that had her power belt on it next a full length standing mirror. Both were on the opposite side of the room near a single wooden door that was the room’s only obvious entrance. There were no windows and the only other opening was a closed trapdoor at in the floor just before her feet. As she looked down she realized she was chained spread-eagle to an X-shaped scaffolding, She briefly struggled against her bonds before realizing they were good and tight.

Well, I guess its the usual bondage situation. At least they left me my costume for once and if I can get free I can even get my Power Belt back! But who knocked me out and what do they have in store for me?

As she pondered the situation the door opened and Americana was surprised to hear her own voice greet her.with a cackling laugh

“Well, well Americana! I see you’ve woken up just in time. I hope you find the accommodations to your liking!”

“Nightmare Witch! You thieving Tramp!” Americana replied.” I should have known you’d be the only one able to mastermind a plot with so many villians! But why would you go so much trouble just to capture me?”

Nightmare Which laughed again.

“Haha, guilty as charged Ameri-slut! And as for why you, well, as you pointed out I have been doing a lot of thieving lately and the best of what I’ve taken has undeniably come from *you*.”

As she spoke she unclasped the brooch on her cape and slid it off her curvaceous frame onto the floor.

“Lets see, there’s these fantastic breasts, the envy of every woman in town”

To accentuate her point, Nightmare Witch slid her thumbs under the straps of her black single piece and pulled them apart, allowing her enormous full breasts to spring free, jiggling and shimmying in the dim light.

“Then there’s this flat stomach and these sensuous hips…”

An additional tug of her thumbs and a pert shake of Nightmare Witch’s ass sent the rest of the getup sliding down her legs to crumple on the ground, revealing a dark, perfectly trimmed V above her pubis.

“And these perfect thighs and long legs… so perfectly toned yet so supple and alluring...”

She leaned over and unzipped the zippers on her red boots. As she rose back up she grabbed her outfit and cape and tossed them nonchalantly across the room to land on the table next to Americana’s power belt. Then with a dramatic flair kicked up each leg, sending the boots across the room to join them.

“And who can forget the beautiful hands? Before my fingers ached with the casting of every spell, but now my weavings are a sensual delight…”

With the precision of a spell she worked her fingers, gently tugging off one glove then the other and tossing them with the rest of her garments.

“And last but not least this beautiful face, these lips, the proud cheeks… this luxurious hair”

She removed the pins from her bun and shook her head, freeing her dark hair and sending it cascading down her back. Putting her hands behind her head she thrust her chest forward and stretched, displaying her incredible nude body in the light of the lamp.

“Yes, it was an amazing haul indeed, all the beauty, strength and vitality of the great Ms. Americana. Or should I say, of BRENDA WADE?”

Americana shuddered as the Witch laughed. Sh had been afraid f this since she had heard someone was prying into Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana.

“I don’t know what crazy ideas you’ve come up with in that exhibitionist mind of yours but Brenda Wade and I…”

“Are the same person? Yes I know deary, and that's why you’re here because that means there’s so much more to take from you”

Nightmare Witch waved her hand and a red ball gag appeared in Americana’s mouth. She then stepped towards the scaffolding and with a solid tug pulled Americana’s bikini top from her body. As Americana’s enormous breasts sprang free, Nightmare Witch tossed it onto the table.

”There’s your vast fortune of course, there’s no telling the kind of evil schemes I could fund with those.”

Two quick tugs freed Americana’s boots and the bikini bottoms were easily separated from her after one of the side strings was cut. As Nightmare Witch threw them over her shoulder with one hand she used the fingers of her other to trace Americana’s star shaped pubic hair.

Even her sluttiness is patriotic. Nightmare Witch thought to herself. Should I have shaved my mound to match?. Oh well, its one of the few spots this tramp’s costume does cover so it shouldn’t matter.

“And while my superior magic means I have little use for Wade industries’ technology, it’ll make for good trading material with the good Doctor’s Pervo and Armageddon, and I can use the company worldwide connections to help acquire certain hard to find materials.. before I run it into the ground that is.”

Americana winced at the thought of her family’s company being torn apart from within. Meanwhile Nightmare Witch tugged off Americana’s gloves. As she leaned over to grab them her gaze drifted down to take in the site of her and Americana’s amazing breasts pressed against each other. Her breasts couldn’t have become a little bigger than mine since the ceremony could they? As a result of more milkings she’s had since…

Without realizing it she licked her lips at the thought of their globes being forcefully drained.

Maybe I should have summoned a few demons and let them have their fill with me a few times. I wouldn’t want this bitch pulling ahead of me in anything… I wonder which of us could lactate more…

She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts and the warmness that had begun to grow between her legs. This Aphrodite body.. it keeps warping my mind with these desires. She finished removing the gloves and and snatched the Tiara as well. After adding them to the pile next to the table, she turned back to her bound captive.

“Above all though the most fun is going to come from taking your reputation, your very identity, and shoving it into the mud. Soon the people of Delta City will curse Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana”.

With that Nightmare Witch plucked the mask off Brenda’s face and held it between two of her fingers. She stood close to Brenda’s now-naked figure and mulled over the sight of their bodies.

She smiled.

“We really are like mirror images of each other aren’t we Brenda…” she flicked her hand up, the two fingers holding the mask in front of her eyes. “But the reflection is about to get a lot darker my dear.”

Cackling, she lowered the mask and strode across the room to the table where the two women’s clothes were piled. As she donned Americana’s boots and re-tied the panties she turned back to her nude, struggling captive, her still unbound breasts jiggling.

“Oh, don’t feel so bad deary! I figured the least I could do after taking everything you have was spare you the ordeal of witnessing the ruining of your reputation. So I’ve arranged for some entertainment for you while I’m out and about masquerading as you.”

She pointed her finger at the trapdoor at Americana’s feet and it magically sprung open. As the sound of gurgling and growling began to come up from the hole Nightmare Witch pulled Americana’s star-spangled bra across her breasts and fixed the clasp.

“Considering how much of a slut you are I made sure to put dozens of my most voracious creatures down there. It’ll be weeks before they all have their fill and then they’ll happily come back for more!”

As Nightmare Witch pulled on Americana’s gloves. a cluster of tentacles emerged from the hole in the floor. A pair of them ending in large suckers quickly found their way to Americana’s breasts. They quickly latched on and enveloped her milk-filled globes. Americana’s head arched back as they began to suck. Like two machines they guzzled her breast’s milk, taking all they could swallow and more on top of that causing the white excess to flow out from around the suckers. As Americana grunted from the exertion her mighty mammaries began to deflate and then sag. Even as the suckers continued their work the creature began moving another tentacle into position. Bumpy and ridged like a gourd yet longer and narrower than the proboscis on the other tentacles, it slid into position next to Brenda’s anus, exposed and vulnerable as it was by the angle of the scaffolding. Striking like a viper it dived into Brenda’s ass, causing her to arch again and groan in pain and pleasure.

“That one really likes to go all the way when it mates doesn’t it?:And the way it drills an ass makes me tempted to spend a a little time with it myself!” chided Nightmare Witch. She mockingly made a pensive face, holding a gloved finger to her pursed lips.”Now what hole does it always want next? Let’s see…”

She smiled and snapped her fingers.

“That’s right, it always wants oral before the impregnation!”

She waved her hand and the ball-gag vanished.Brenda barely had a moment to catch a breath before another tentacle, this one with a thick penis-shaped growth on its end, dived into her mouth and began moving back and forth in her throat. Within seconds saliva and warm pre-cum were dribbling down Brenda’s lips.Overwhelmed by the sensation Brenda’s eyes began to roll into the back of her head.

"My, my dear don’t pass out yet!" Nightmare Witch cackled. "You don’t want to miss the big finish! This one in particular fucks like a pile-driver and comes like a gusher!”

As if on cue, another tentacle similar to the one in Brenda’s mouth but twice as large raised up from the mass and slammed into Brenda’s vagina. Slamming into her again and again, it went deeper and deeper with every thrust.

It’s hitting the back of my womb! Brenda thought and then shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her body. Struggling to raise her head against the grinding thrusts of the tentacle in her mouth, she looked down at the massive member that was rhythmically impaling her cunt. Am I hallucinating or is my stomach actually deforming a little with each fuck? Before she could try to focus her vision to see, the cock struck again and another rippling orgams sent her arching back.

As the tentacles did their work Nightmare Witch placed Americana’s mask on her face and affixed the power belt around her waist. She stood in front of the full length mirror and admired herself for a moment. It really is a perfect sight isn’t it? she thought. She smirked as an idea struck her. Taking the sides of the mirror with both hands she rotated it and stood back. Looking now she could see her own Star Spangled figure to the side while she took in the scaffolding with Brenda’s nude, writhing form as well.

Now *that*, she thought, is a perfect sight. She stared for a few seconds, aroused by her own curves and the rhythmic thrusting of the multiple tentacles in and out of Brenda’s bodies. Her hand subconsciously drifted down and caressed the front of her red white and blue panties. A perfect sight indeed. she purred. Noticing the sudden increase in the massive cocks rhythm she smiled and turned “You better hold on slut because here it comes!”

Brenda eyes widened in horror as the tentacle cocks made one last thrust and then released simultaneous gushers of cum into her mouth and womb. As excess cum spilled out of her mouth and vagina her belly began to swell.

My stomach, my womb.. so full..

After several agonizing minutes, the spasming tentacles in her vagina and mouth removed themselves. With loud pops the two suckers released as well, leaving her sagging, empty breasts to flop against her swollen and very pregnant stomach. As Brenda struggled to remain conscious she realized the last tentacle was still in place and grinding into her ass.

Seeing the confusion on Brenda’s exhausted face, Nightmare Witch laughed.

“It’ll keep doing that the whole time its done with you, it’ll probably give your breasts another good working over as well while you give birth”

Still chuckling she turned and walked towards the door.

“Well, I’m off. I think the first thing I’ll do once I get into Wade manor is access your database and find out the identities of all the other superheroines in town. Or maybe I should check your vaults to see what interesting items you’ve confiscated from other villains over the years. Don’t worry though, once these creatures are done with you you’ll be to mind-broken to care about any of that.”

Nightmare Witch stopped and blew a kiss to her pregnant and broken double before closing the door behind her.

“Ta Ta Ms. Wade!”

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END PART ONE

NEXT: PART TWO NIGHTMARE WITCH GETS A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE