MS AMERICANA: JUST DESSERTS
By Dark One

	Ms Americana watched the five coeds giggling in drunken delight as they
staggered down the nightshadowed street.  It was a moonless, cloudy night in
late April.  The school year was nearing an end and time was running out.  For
the entire spring semester pretty coeds were vanishing without a trace, at a
rate of one a week.  The police had no evidence of nefarious activities, so said
the girls were just runaways and such nonsense.
	Ms Americana didn't believe it.  That was too many girls just taking off and
not telling anyone where they were going and when they'd be back.  Once again,
it was up to her to save the day.
	"Those pompous fools," she muttered, blue eyes flashing.  The mayor and city
council had poo-pooed her fears at the last city council meeting.  They had
publicly dismissed her fear that the girls were being abducted since there were
no ransom notes, and when that didn't shut her up, they just patronized her.
	One of the drunken sorority sisters squealed and startled Ms Americana out of
her dark reverie.  She was keeping a close watch out for vulnerable girls.  That
loud gaggle before her probably was safe enough.  The abductors hadn't taken
more than one at a time, except for the twin redheaded cheerleaders three weeks
earlier.  But a steady trickle of girls was leaving the frat party, mostly in
pairs and small groups.  An occasional solitary figure would depart, and Ms
Americana secretly followed them all the way home.
	It's almost 3 A.M., she thought.  I have a board meeting in five hours.  God,
I'm going to be a mess.
	Squeals erupted, then suddenly silence.  Odd.  She turned to check out the
group of coeds, and found them surrounded by ten men sheathed in black,
including mask and gloves.
	"Finally!"
	Ms Americana rushed to the rescue.  The board meeting would have to be
rescheduled.  She would be doing press interviews all morning after she rounded
these scum up.  She could already see the headlines: Ms Americana Breaks White
Slavery Ring.
	"Halt, foul villains!" Ms Americana cried, coming to a halt just five feet from
the men surrounding the huddled coeds.  They all turned and gawked at her.  She
stood before them with her gloved hands on her hips, in her best super heroine
pose and a look of contempt on her masked face.  "Surrender now and it'll go
easier on you."
	Most of the men's eyes immediately fell upon her 44DD breasts, barely contained
within her red, white and blue, star-spangled bikini top.  She doubted they even
appreciated the work she did to get that hard, flat belly below the
"eye-catchers."  They were so predicable.
	To her surprise they didn't surrender or fight.  They split.  In every
direction.  Ms Americana could only stare open-mouthed at the spot the white
slavers had stood seconds before.
	"You saved us, Ms Americana!" the coeds cried in relieved unison.
	"Hurry!  Find a phone and call the police," Ms Americana said, spotting a
fleeing white slaver.  An ingenious idea leapt into her mind.  A roguish smile
spread her luscious, full red lips.  "Tell them to bring the paddy wagon, for Ms
Americana would have ten white slavers waiting right here by the time they
arrived."
	"Really?" one of the awestruck coeds breathed.
	"It's nothing but a night's work for Ms Americana, citizen," she said in her
best super heroine voice and demeanor.  "They are no match for me."
	She couldn't hesitate any longer.  Ms Americana sprinted after the last seen
villain.  Few appreciated the strength and keen sense of balance it took to run
in five-inch stilettos.  And running across soft ground was even tougher, but
she could make it look effortless.  She had lots of experience.
She heard more than saw him at first.  Soon, her superior strength and endurance
paid off by catching up to him.  But she didn't overrun and capture him.  No,
she was smarter than that.  She just barely kept him in sight and followed him. 
He would lead her to the others, and then she'd move in the end their wicked
reign of terror.
	And sooner than she thought, he proved her correct.  He led her to a nearby
subdivision that was burnt out by a massive fire.  Five streets worth of burnt
out houses.  The fire was eight months back, just before the current spate of
coed abductions began.
	Pausing well back from the burnt out husk of a house, she watched as two more
black clad men entered.  After a few minutes, when no one else appeared, she
smiled and headed for the house.  She'd catch the whole gang in one fell swoop. 
What a coup!  The press would go wild, and the mayor and city council would have
to eat crow once again.
	Men!  When will they learn to listen to me? she thought angrily.  Superior
women frighten them.  So they stroke their fragile egos by belittling and
patronizing us.
	She shook that thought from her pretty head.  Ms Americana could go on a long
time about her frustrations with the opposite sex.  But right now she had to nab
some very bad men.  Men who disrespected women in the worse way imaginable, by
selling them into prostitution.
	Ms Americana despised white slavers with all her heart and soul.
	Running to the house, she paused in the night shadows and listened.  She could
hear them inside arguing.  Ms Americana smiled wickedly, delighted in the
consternation she had wrought.  It was nothing compared with what she was about
to do to them!
	Kicking in the burnt, nailed shut front door, Ms Americana rushed inside.  She
found them in the living room.  The men stared at her in shock, their black ski
masks all pulled up to reveal their faces.
	"Surrender or suffer the consequences!"
	Part of her wanted them to fight.  Ms Americana really wanted to bash in their
woman-disrespecting faces.  She wanted to teach them an object lesson in what a
superior woman could do.  She wanted to beat them down so bad, they'd think
twice before even looking at a woman askew in the future.
	"Don't run!" one of the men cried with authority.  "We outnumber her ten to
one.  Even a super heroine of Ms Americana's caliber cannot compete with those
odds."
	Ms Americana stood a bit taller.  He inadvertently acknowledged her place as
the premier super heroine in Delta City, if not the world.  Though, he
overestimated his own chances against her in a fair fight.  She decided to save
him for last, so he could witness her defeat all of his comrades first, then see
if he wanted to fight a "mere woman" one-on-one.  She doubted it.
	He barked a few orders, and they quickly formed a semi-circle around her. 
Everyone picked up some piece of debris, like chair legs and lengths of
two-by-four.  Ms Americana shook her head woefully.  The fools were going to
take the hard road.  She idly feared she wouldn't have them ready by the time
the police arrived, as she promised the coeds.
	No bother.
	The white slavers rushed in.  She kicked the first couple in the face, dropping
them like sacks of potatoes.  The third to reach her, a tall slim man, swung a
two-foot length of two-by-four at her head.  She blocked it with a perfectly
executed kick, that caught the makeshift bludgeon just above his grip and
forcing it up and over her head.  Then she sent a bone-jarring elbow into his
face.  He fell unconscious at her feet.  The fourth man received a fierce kick
in the groin that doubled him up nicely.
	"This all you little boys got?" she taunted.  "I could get a better workout in
a pillow fight with sorority girls."
	She grinned at them.  They didn't seem to appreciate her witty repartee. 
Perhaps it reminded them she'd broken up their attempt to kidnap those five
sorority girls earlier.  Perhaps they were just beastly men with even less humor
than they had honor.
	The fifth man ducked under her kick, and swung his broken chair leg hard.  He
struck her in the small of the back, forcing her forward with a grunt of pain. 
She bounced off the wall, dropped low and kicked her right leg out in a wide
circle.  That kick took down the bastard that hit her and one other.  A swift
punch to one, and a kick in the head to the other sent them to la-la land.
	"Kinda looks like you're running men, scumbags," Ms Americana said, her eyes
afire.  It felt good to be victorious!  This was a lesson they wouldn't soon
forget.  Indeed, she thought, they'd have years to contemplate their vicious
thumping by her hands while in prison.  Aloud, she continued, "The police have
been called.  They'll be here shortly.  So you still have a chance to do the
right thing and surrender."
	The four remaining men stood back and glared at her.  Six of their comrades
were sprawled at her booted feet moaning, groaning and writhing in pain. 
Defeated.  How humiliating for them.
	"All at once," their leader said.  "She can only fight one at a time."
	Before she could answer, the men screamed and charged her.  Ms Americana almost
smiled.  She'd only did this once before, when three goons charged her in a
warehouse, and she got them all in one powerful roundhouse kick.  And these four
men were charging her in almost perfect position for another such kick.	
	Ms Americana's right leg dropped back as she shifted her body weight and
prepared to take out the last four white slavers with a glorious kick.  Then
someone grabbed her right leg just above the ankle.
	"What?" she said, slanting a startled look at him.
	He was bruised and battered, but coherent enough to know what he was doing.
	"Let go!  Now!"
	Too late.  Four angry men crashed into her, heads first.  One head struck her
in the diaphragm, causing her lungs to empty explosively.  Ms Americana came off
her feet a second later, and was smashed into the sharp corner of the wall. 
That sharp edge struck her on the backbone, right between her shoulder blades.
	"Ugh!"
	A second later, her head bounced off it as well.  Blackness and bright lights
flashed behind her blue eyes.  She fell to one knee, gasping desperately for
breath as intense pain crippled her entire body.  She barely knew she was on one
knee, much less anything else. 
	"You won't be needing this, Ms Ameri-bitch," the leader said.
	To Ms Americana's horror, she felt her power belt removed from her tiny waist. 
She felt the super human power leave her body, even through the pain and
desperate need to get air.  A tiny, pained cry escaped her lips.
	"Oh, my!  Miss Americana's victory has turned to ashes," he said, taunting the
beautiful super heroine.  "Seize her!"
	Ms Americana slowly regained her wind and senses as the leader went around
rousing his nearly defeated men.  They were a surly bunch as they mingled and
muttered, all the time glaring daggers at her.  She struggled in her captures'
iron grip.
	"Give it up, girlie," the leader said.  "You've met your match in me.  I have
won, and you have no choice but to relax and try to enjoy it."
	"You have won nothing, miscreant!  I am Ms Americana.  I cannot be defeated,
least of all by the likes of you," she said, returning his hate in flashing blue
eyes.  She struggled briefly, then, "Release me before it is too late.  I might
even put in a word in your behalf at trial."
	"How generous of you," he sneered.  "It must be because you have such generous
tits."
	"That means you got big tits, Americana," another toadlike man said, cackling. 
"Ain't that right, boss?"
	"Exactly," he said, leering at her tits.  Then looking in her eyes, he said,
"Let me introduce myself.  I am called the Dog."
	"How appropriate.  You are a dog.  All of you are dogs," she snapped.  "Release
me.  Now!"
	"Now that wouldn't be much fun, would it?"
	"What do you mean?"
	His dark eyes dropped to her bosom.  She instinctively tried to cover herself
with her hands, but her arms were being held too tight.  As they laughed at her,
Ms Americana's eyes darted to the power belt in Dog's left hand.  He was holding
it so casually.  Somehow she had to get it back.
	"Take her top off."
	"NO!"
	His simpering toady quickly moved up and seized the top, unfastening it between
her tits.  When he released the unfastened bikini top Ms Americana saw
everyone's eyes light up with awe as she felt her tits slip out of their sexy
restrains and jounce enticingly before their eyes.
	"Sweet.  I've never seen a better rack, and I've seen a lot," Dog said, licking
his thin lips.  "Now strip off her bottoms."
	"Your fun is finished!" Ms Americana cried, and kicked straight up into Dog's
little toady's chin.  He collapsed bonelessly at her feet.  "Don't you dare lay
hands on Ms Americana!"
	"We're going to do more than lay hands on you, Ameri-slut," Dog said. 
	Someone came up behind her as she struggled in her captors' arms, frantic to
escape.  He seized both sides of her bikini bottoms, and yanked them down around
her ankles.  So shocked by that act, she hesitated and the men were able to
force her to the floor. 
	Ms Americana found herself kneeling before Dog.  Her arms were forced painfully
far behind her back and bound tightly, wrists tied to arms above the elbow and
then a rope wrapped around her bound forearms until it was solid rope from elbow
to elbow.  Dog let her struggle vainly a moment with her bonds, then kicked her
in the chin.
	Dazed, she fell face first into the soot and water soaked carpet.  Bits of
burnt wood debris, roofing nails and broken glass bit into the tender skin of
her thighs, belly and breasts.   Then Dog placed his foot square between her
shoulder blades and stomped her down hard.
	"Victory is ours!" he cried.  "We have defeated the invincible.  Now time to
tame the untamable Ms Americana!"
	His words were met with cheers.
	Ms Americana was pulled back up to her knees.  She was wild-eyed.  Men were
unzipping all around her.  Someone moved up behind her, while one man to each
side held her fast.  A few seconds later she felt his hot, wet cock press
against the moist warmness of her most intimate spot.
	"No!  You can't do this!  I'm Ms Americana!"
	"All the more reason to do this," Dog said.  He had his dick out and was
fondling it.  He was already erect.  She gasped to see the size of it.  Easily
ten inches, and thick.  A clear viscous fluid dripped from the head.  "Mount up,
Cowboy."
	"Ugghhhh," she groaned as Cowboy's cock penetrated her pussy lips.  "God help
me."
	The cock eased in real slow and steady.  It was worse than the times miscreants
had got the drop on her previously, and rammed their cocks home.  He was taking
the time to enjoy the experience.  He was making her "experience" it also.
	CRACK!
	"Aaiiee!" she cried as the pain of the butt slap registered.
	"Ride 'em, Cowboy!" someone called.
	And ride her he did.  Ms Americana couldn't believe her predicament.  Beaten,
de-powered and now rode hard like a cheap whore.  It was beyond her
comprehension how this could happen again.  She was so careful.  She was so
SUPERIOR to these men!
	CRACK!
	Ms Americana cried out again, trying to buck him out of her.  She tried
everything she could think of, but could not shake her ravishment.  The men were
too strong.  Too determined.
	"Look at the show she's giving!" someone whispered in awe.  "Look how she's
throwing her long hair around.  Wow, look at how her tits are bouncing and
swinging.  She's loving every minute of it."
	"I'm going to love crushing your face, bastard," she gasped out.
	It was becoming too hard to speak.  Her body was once again betraying her as
wave upon wave of ever-increasing pleasure rolled through her magnificent body. 
She felt her tits tighten, and her nipples harden.  The cool breeze on those
engorged, ripe nipples was maddening, making them even more sensitive.
	"Oh, please don't make me cum," she croaked out.  Her mouth was dried out from
the panting.  "I can't....cum...."
	"You....can't.....stop it," Cowboy said, with long hard thrusts of his massive
cock.
	Ms Americana bit her lip and fought the urge, the growing need, and finally the
unstoppable demand to release her pleasure.  She fought it all the way,
before....
	"Nooooo," she cried, sobbing with humiliation and pleasure.
	The orgasm scorched her soul and ravaged her will to fight.  Cowboy cried out
in joy and shot his hot jizm deep inside her cunt.  She groaned as he spurted
again, and again.  Her pussy muscles tightened, milking the jubilant white
slaver of every drop he had to give.  And every additional thrust deepened her
pleasure, further battering down her stone wall of willpower.
	"I'll get you for this.  I'll get all of you," Ms Americana muttered.
	After Cowboy pulled out, another replaced him.  Then another, and another.  Ms
Americana quickly lost count or the times she was ravaged, and of the hours. 
Everyone had his turn.  Except one.  Dog.
	"Kneel," Dog said.
	Ms Americana was pulled up to her knees.  Dog stepped close and started rubbing
his engorged cock in her face.  She closed her eyes as he leered down at her,
enjoying the feel of her luscious, full red lips as his cock slip back and forth
across them.  He slapped her in the face with the hard cock every so often.  All
the while, she fought the bile rising up her throat, knowing she didn't have the
will to fight this next indignity.
	"Suck me, Ms Americana.  Suck me long and hard," Dog said.
	His massive member slowly parted her lips.  He pre-ejaculation lubed her moist
red lips even more.  She gagged on the urine stench of it.  Bile threatened to
rise again at the urine taste when her tongue touched it.  But her lips parted
docilely as she allowed him to fuck her face.
	The feel of his hard cock in her mouth took her breath away.  Violated again! 
The humiliation was unbearable.  The shame would haunt her forever.  Her
building ardor would surely betray her.
	Ms Americana couldn't believe how the feel of his cock in her mouth aroused her
desire.  It was worse than being fucked by nine men, multiple times each.  Her
mouth tightened around his shiny shaft.  And felt better.
	I can't do this, she thought weakly.  They'd sapped her strength.  No one could
be expected to take the brutal ravishment she'd endured and still put up a
fight.  But I'm not just anyone.  I'm Ms Americana.  Women the world over look
up to me.  I'm their shining beacon.  I'm their role model.
	She started sucking earnestly.
	"Good girl," Dog said, really getting into it.
	"Mmmfph," she said.
	Ms Americana sucked him long and hard.  She was rolling her tongue around his
shaft, teasing his cock head with her tongue, and even sucked on his balls for a
while.  She did everything he asked, and more.  She wasn't even thinking any
more.  Her mind shut down and her body went on sexual autopilot.
	Soon, his dick hardened even more and his thrusts became harder, deeper and
more urgent.  She sucked harder and harder, feeling her own climax approach. 
Her ardor was fueled by his passion, stoked her steadily intensifying heat by
the increasing urgency of his need.
	Then he exploded in her mouth.  Hot jizm washed over her tongue, across her
perfect ultra white teeth.  So much cum she couldn't keep it all in, especially
when he thrust deep into her mouth again.  Ms Americana gulped down cum as fast
as she could, feeling it dribble down her chin and onto her heaving 44DD
breasts.  The feel of his hot jizm on her overheated tits put her over the top. 
She gasped and writhed on her knees, mouth impaled on Dog's massive cock, as the
orgasm rolled unchallenged through her body, from end to end.
	"I heard Ms Americana got her strength from pent up sexual energy, but I never
expected her to be so orgasmic," Dog said.  His evil grin went from ear to ear. 
"She's going to make some wanton whore for some lucky brothel."
	"What?  After all this you'd sell me?  Ms Americana!" she cried, still wobbly
on her knees.  "But I'm a superior woman.  I can't be a prostitute."
	"You can, and you will, Ms Ameri-whore," Dog said, laughing.  "You'll be a
superior whore."
	Ms Americana felt a wet cloth pressed over her face.  The all too familiar,
sweet smell of chloroform filled her nostrils.  Already weakened from hours of
ceaseless sex, she quickly succumbed to the heady vapors.
	"All right, boys.  Gag the super slut and box her up," Dog said, pulling out a
cell phone.  He dialed a number, then looked down at Ms Americana with relish. 
When a familiar voiced answered, "Are you sitting down?  I've captured Ms
Americana.  Yes.  It's really her.  Put the word out.  Let's see what we can get
for America's favorite costumed cunt."

THE END