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MS AMERICANA: BREAKER

By Dark One

“You’ve done well, Breaker.”

Jacob Samson motioned for the notorious hitman to sit in the chair in front

of his desk. Breaker’s two “associates” took positions to either side of

the door. Olivia was a fiery redhead in full dominatrix gear, and Felicity

was a gorgeous blonde in silky, sexy teddy and heels. Breaker was a massive

man, almost square in shape. He was five eleven, but looked shorter at

first glance because his body was so wide. But it wasn’t fat. It was all

hard-packed muscle. And his soul was as monstrous as his appearance

indicated.

“That’s why I get the big bucks,” Breaker said levelly. His dark eyes

narrowed. “You got another job for me, Boss Samson?”

Breaker wasn’t much on ceremony or niceties. He was all business. Jacob

Samson liked that. As the Boss of Bosses in Delta City, he had little time

for chitchat. Boss Samson had a problem, and Breaker was just the man to

take care of it for him.

“You did good last week,” Boss Samson said, grinning evilly.

The Samson Family heard that a rival Family had hired Breaker to capture

and “break” the super heroines Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, who were

closing in on their operations fast. Within a week the sexy duo went

missing, and word said they were utterly tamed and helpless. Ruined as

super heroines. In a word - Broken. And as a bonus, he captured Power Lass

when she came to her comrades’ rescue. From what Boss Samson heard the

three broken super heroines were given to one of that Family’s favorite

pimps, who was working them mercilessly on the mean streets of Delta City’s

red light district.

So the Samson Family hired him to take care of one of their more immediate

problems -- Got Gal.

Boss Samson glanced to his left. A TV monitor was on, showing a very

satisfying scene deep in his mansion’s basement. Ten of his thugs were

enjoying an afternoon romp with the beautiful, massively endowed blonde

super heroine, Got Gal, and her sexy sidekick, Got Chick. Both former super

heroines were more than eager to please. They sucked and fucked his men

with wild abandon. They lived only to please now, all thoughts of

“crime-fighting” and “justice” erased from their minds and psyches.

That’s how all super heroines ended up after Breaker “broke” them.

On his desk were the two “former” super heroines’ costumes and masks. He

picked up and studied the Got emerald a moment. It felt good to finally win

one against those arrogant, stuck-up goodie-two-shoe super heroines.

“A very good job,” he said, and sighed gustily. Watching Got Gal’s shapely

legs extended straight up, her stiletto heels pointing at the ceiling as she

was fucked stupid by his eldest son was heart warming, and very erotic.

Meanwhile, Got Chick was getting reamed out royally by one of his thugs, and

screaming with sexual ecstasy all the while. Next week was payday weekend,

so they would start their new careers then as streetwalkers. By all

indications, they would be very eager to begin and enjoy themselves

immensely. “But I still have a problem. A bigger problem. One might say

the sharpest, most persistent thorn in my side ever.”

Breaker raised an eyebrow quizzically. About the extent of his emotions.

“Ms Americana.”

“An uppity bitch, no doubt,” Breaker said, his scowl darkening.

“Break her,” Boss Samson said.

# # #

“Hello Delta City, this is Tami Jamz, Action News 69,” the reporter said as

if that was of paramount importance. She was a pretty brunette with

piercing blue eyes. She turned to a police lieutenant with a put upon

expression. “Lieutenant Ramirez, can you tell the good citizens of Delta

City why the police refuse to arrest the notorious mob hitman Lawrence

“Breaker” Velton?”

Brenda Wade’s baby blues turned to the television. Hitman? If he was so

“notorious” why hadn’t she heard of him?

She took a sip of her after work martini. Brenda was in the opulent media

room, for a rare evening of relaxation after a grueling day at work. Still

wearing her work clothes: gray wool, pinstripe skirt, matching blazer and

white silk shirt, accessorized with platinum necklace and bracelet, and

black stiletto pumps. After she finished her wind down martini she’d go

upstairs and put on something more comfortable.

“Mr. Velton is not currently wanted for anything,” Lieutenant Ramirez said

patiently, as if for the thousandth time. The 75 inch plasma screen made

him look larger than life. “Everyone has rights, Tami, and we cannot just

arrest someone without reason.”

“That’s why I’m so necessary,” Brenda said softly, grinning. “My hands

aren’t tied up in red tape.”

“But Lieutenant, Breaker Velton is known to be responsible for the

disappearance of Got Gal and Got Chick last week, and possibly Green Spectre

and Spectre Girl before that,” Tami Jamz said. Brenda gawked at the screen.

How did she know that? Was it true? “I wouldn’t be surprised if he is

responsible for Power Lass’s disappearance, too.”

Film footage of Lawrence “Breaker” Velton came up. He was a massively

built man, who moved with fluid grace despite his bulk and awkward look. He

was butt ugly, with a snarling scowl on his wide face. Brenda couldn’t

recall the last time she’d seen anyone more menacing looking.

In the reel footage, Tami Jamz ran up to the vile hitman and thrust a

microphone in his face, demanding to know the fate of the missing super

heroines. He graced her with the most depraved grin imaginable, then said

nothing. But when she “threatened” him with Ms Americana, who she said

would surely hunt him down like the dog he was, Breaker actually laughed.

“Ms Americana is nothing but a two-bit heroine, and not worthy of my

concerns,” Breaker sneered. “When’s the last time you saw her? One month?

Two months? I bet she’s cowering in her bedroom, under the covers, if not

under the BED, and praying I never even so much as think of her. And she

should, too.”

Brenda’s world reeled. How dare him! How dare him speak of her so.

She’d been busy with Wade Industries of late. Reports, reports, reports.

Never ending reports to read and write. With her ward, Lydia, spending the

summer on vacation with friends in Cancun, she had no one to keep her

apprised of what was going on in the “super heroine” world. Unfortunately,

super heroines were a secretive lot and didn’t keep each other updated on

their activities as much as they should. If one of them went missing it

could be days, weeks or longer before any of the other super heroines missed

them.

“All speculation, Tami,” Lt. Ramirez said. “Without proof, our hands are

tied.”

“Bastards!” Brenda snarled. “I can’t believe Got Gal risked her life for

those fools, and they won’t do a thing for her! Great Liberty! God only

knows what happened to them all.”

“And in the meantime, Lieutenant, our lost super heroines are all tied up

in a much more heinous manner, I’m sure,” Tami Jamz said, and then turned

back to the camera. “In this reporter’s opinion, the letter of the law is

proving to be an accomplice of evil in the name of Breaker Velton. But

Breaker had a point -- WHERE is Ms Americana? Why hasn’t she taken him

down? Tami Jamz, Action News 69, back to you in the studio, Jim.”

Brenda picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Her hand was shaking.

Her whole body was a-tremble in barely suppressed rage. Baby blue eyes

flashing, she snarled a curse and headed for her secret room. Breaker would

live to regret his impudent remarks, or she wasn’t the Queen of Justice!

# # #

Ms Americana soon found herself outside of the hotel where the hitman

called Breaker was staying. She knew his room number, since the front desk

clerk was more than eager to help the legendary Ms Americana, the Queen of

Justice. From her vantage point, she noted Breaker’s light was on and

shadowy shapes were moving about. He wasn’t alone.

“You’re going down, Breaker,” she whispered. Ms Americana stood in her

classic super heroine stance, head cocked up to peer intently at his window.

There were people in the adjacent parking lot, and they all immediately

spotted the super heroine in the infamous red, white and blue stars and

stripes bikini, red calf boots and gauntlet gloves. She paused to adjust

the golden power belt encircling her tiny waist, then touched the tiara.

She smiled, knowing she looked perfect. Indeed, the fifteen odd men and

women gawking at her couldn’t tear their lust filled eyes off her. “And it

will be well-witnessed, too.”

She started for the back door. Ms Americana would take the freight

elevator to the tenth floor. It was next to Breaker’s room. Very

convenient if he wanted to move some captured heroines out quickly and

quietly. The thought made her eyes narrow behind her star-spangled blue

mask.

“Oh! What’s this?” Ms Americana said, suddenly stopping to study the

massive dark shape slipping covertly out the back door. It was Breaker!

Escaping. “No! Wait.”

Too late. He slipped into a waiting limo. Seconds later it was peeling

out.

The Queen of Justice barely had time to think. She turned and raced back

to her car. The hopped up sports car thundered to life amid cheers from the

citizens watching. She was in hot pursuit. It only took her two minutes to

catch up to Breaker’s limo. Then she fell back and followed.

“Good,” she said, grinning wolfishly. “Lead on, vile miscreant. Lead me

to my friends. Not only will I take you down, but I’ll save my super

heroine friends, too.”

What a story that would be. The press would eat it up. There would be no

doubt who the premier super heroine was after tonight. Every super heroine

had her fans, supporters and devotees. They all thought their super heroine

was the best. This would show them who was best.

Breaker’s limo led her through the heart of Delta City, and then to the

outskirts. The limo finally stopped at an old abandoned mansion. The

mansion was the scene of a triple murder five years back, and no one wanted

to buy it. Eventually they would have to tear it down. But in the

meantime, it appeared the worst elements of society had take up residence

there.

“Time I cleaned house,” Ms Americana said, grinning. The TV footage came

back to her, of Breaker mocking her, calling her a “two-bit heroine” and

laughing at the prospect of her going after him. “You won’t be laughing

when I’m finished, Breaker.”

Ms Americana parked her car down the street. Then she sneaked up to the

mansion. There were no lights to be seen from the front, but she went

around back and spotted some lights on up on the second floor rear. She

smiled wickedly.

“It’s party time.”

The statuesque super heroine located a door in back and tested the knob.

It was locked. Not a problem. Her power belt gave her ten times the

strength of a strong man. She gripped it firmly, and twisted. Metal bent,

strained and broke. Within seconds the door swung open.

“Oh, look, it’s unlocked,” she said, grinning. “Looks like an invitation

inside to me.”

She found herself in a utility room. Ignoring the light switches, since

she didn’t won’t to give herself away and let Breaker escape her wrath, Ms

Americana slipped through to the next door. That door opened with a

nerve-racking screech. She winced and cringed, then slipped through as soon

as it was barely open wide enough to pass.

“You hear something?” a male voice said in the next room

Ms Americana stopped dead in her tracks when the door across the room

opened. A second later the lights came on, bathing her in bright, bright

incandescent light. There had to be a dozen 120 watt bulbs burning in that

damn room.

“Hey! It’s Ms Americana,” the tall, burly thug said. She recognized him

immediately as a Samson Family hoodlum. Until that moment, she didn’t know

he was paroled from prison, where she’d sent him six years back. “Charlie!

Igor! Help me take her down.”

Two more hulking mobsters slithered in. Ms Americana sneered at them.

They were all known to her. Indeed, she’d sent Igor to prison four years

back, and Charlie to prison ten years back, and again three years ago. It

amazed her how fast they were back out on the streets, especially after

getting ten, twenty and thirty year sentences.

“Damn liberal parole boards,” she muttered. Then she graced the Samson

Family thugs with a wolfish grin. “Hello boys. Long time no see. Where

you been keeping yourselves?”

“Bitch,” the first thug, Brad, said.

Igor and Brad started cracking their oversized knuckles as they slowly

moved toward her. Ms Americana sized them all up, and found them lacking.

She had defeated them all before. Several times. This would be easy. Too

easy.

But fun.

“I’m always ready for a little appetizer,” she said, eyes narrowing as she

took a defensive stance. “But apparently you boys all forgot the trouncing

I gave you last time we tangled. Otherwise you’d be high-tailing it out of

here.”

“We ain’t forgot nothing, Ms Ameri-cunt,” Brad snarled. “It’s payback

time.”

“Yeah,” Igor said, smirking. “And we’ll save the boss some big bucks,

too.”

“He’ll like that,” Charlie said. “Especially as he’s sinking his cock into

her tight cunt.”

Ms Americana froze. Horrified. Shocked. DISGUSTED.

“How dare you speak of me so callously!” she cried.

“Ooo, look at that. The cunt’s got spunk,” Igor said, dark eyes full of

mischievous glee.

“Yeah, I got some spunk for her,” Brad said, grabbing his crotch.

Infuriated, Ms Americana charged the shameless thugs. Igor and Brad split

away, leaving poor Charlie to take the full brunt of her attack. She

punched him right between the eyes, sending him flying backwards into the

wall. Then both Brad and Igor charged in from the sides.

She caught Brad’s right cross easily, held it, and kicked out at Igor. Her

stiletto heeled boot drove brutally into Igor’s stomach, doubling him up at

her feet. So she forgot him for the moment and turned the full fury of her

rage on sharp tongued Brad. His eyes went wide.

“Not so arrogant now, heh Bradley?” she said, and tossed him across the

room. “This is barely a warm-up, boys. Surely you have more than that?”

“I got something for you,” Igor snarled, and kicked out at her leg.

Since he was still lying on the floor she hadn’t thought of him as a

threat. But his foot slammed into the side of her calf, staggering her. Ms

Americana stumbled to her left, hitting the wall as all three thugs leapt to

their feet. She recovered her balance and turned just in time for Charlie

to barrel into her, putting his huge shoulder square into her stomach.

“Oooppffff!” she cried, before slamming into the wall again. Her head

bounced off the wall. Hard. “Uhggghhh! Pig!”

Slightly dazed, she seized him by the nape and ripped him off her. Then

placing her booted foot upon his chest, Ms Americana kicked him straight

back into Igor. Both men went down in a pile of moaning, cursing men. Brad

dodged them and swung at her. Ms Americana ducked and rabbit punched him.

“Ahh, shit!” Brad snarled, falling back against the wall.

Ms Americana saw her chance to take Brad out of the fight. Then it would

be easy to clean up the last two. They were mostly whipped anyway. So she

stepped up close, and pushed him up against the wall, causing his head to

bounce off it. She smiled and twisted two hands full of shirt on each

shoulder, and tensed up to fall backwards and throw him across the room.

“Say goodnight, Bradley,” she said pleasantly.

“Say I’m fucked, Ms Ameri-cunt,” he said, and promptly head-butted her in

the face.

“Aaiiee,” she cried, releasing Brad and staggering backwards. Three steps

back, and she was stopped when Igor and Charlie each seized an arm. “Oh!

Let go, you miscreants!”

Brad stepped forward with a look of triumph on his ugly face. He swung a

brutal right cross -- straight into her left tit! The pain was like a bolt

of lightning, searing through her tit.

“Aaaaaaaa!”

Then a left cross to the right tit, followed by an uppercut to the chin.

Ms Americana’s head snapped back and her mile long legs buckled. He

pistoned his big fists a dozen times into her rock hard abs, then brought

his knee up into her pussy. The hapless super heroine’s eyes flew open,

wide and she sucked in a breath sharply. From the look on her beautiful,

masked face, Brad figured it was the first time anyone hit her in that

tender spot. Finally, he pulled off her top.

“Pigs,” she groaned as she felt her 44DDs bounce about, naked and exposed

to her captors’ vile intentions. “You won’t get away with this atrocity.

I’ll hunt you down.”

They laughed.

Brad started fondling her massive mams. Ms Americana gasped and groaned.

She twisted and turned, bouncing her tits all about as she tried to break

free of Charlie and Igor, but the pain ravaging her body was still too fresh

and intense. The pain robbed her of strength. Even dazed and in pain, she

couldn’t believe how her body was reacting to their vile touch. Totally

betrayed.

“Stop it…Ooo,” She gasped. For his part, the thug pulled her nipples to

watch them snap back, then swatted the bottom of both tits alternately, to

watch how they bounced and jiggled. “This isn’t right. I’m a super

heroine, the Queen of Justice. You aren’t worthy to touch my body.”

“Not even this?” Brad asked, pinching and twisting her nipples brutally.

Ms Americana screamed and thrashed, but the mob thugs held on tightly.

“Bastards!” she cried, but felt her body starting to recover.

She almost smiled, since they were so full of themselves they forgot who

they were dealing with. She was a superior woman, and with her power belt’s

help she healed at an extraordinary rate. In no time she would be strong

enough to throw them off her and teach them an abject lesson in how to treat

a woman.

“I’ve been waiting almost fifteen years to do this,” Brad said as he

removed his belt and used it to bind her wrists behind her back.

“You better enjoy it while you can, miscreant,” she growled, blue eyes

flashing. She struggled briefly, just long enough to realize she wasn’t

recovered enough yet. Unfortunately, she saw a light go off in Brad’s face

as well, and his eyes dropped to her power belt. “No!”

Ms Americana began silently commanding herself to keep the belt on. No man

could remove the power belt if she willed otherwise. So a tiny smile curled

the corners of her full red lips when Brad first tried to unsnap the

connectors at the small of her back.

“It won’t come loose,” he said, frustrated.

“And it won’t, miscreant,” she said haughtily. “I won’t allow it.”

“Really?” he said, grinning evilly. From behind her, he reached around her

magnificent body and began to gently caress her satiny smooth 44DDs. “Why

don’t you let your daddy have the belt?”

“You’re not my daddy.”

“I will be,” he whispered into her ear, then stuck his hot, wet tongue into

it.

“Eeeeoooowww,” she said, turning her head to escape his disgusting tongue.

At the same time, both Igor and Charlie seized a tit and started sucking on

her nipples. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her unprepared body. Ms

Americana gasped, eyes wide. She tugged futilely at the belt confining her

wrists. Then Brad’s right hand slide down her side.

“No,” she gasped. “Not that.”

“Exactly that, Ameri-cunt,” Brad sneered into her ear.

His hand slipped under her bikini bottoms and combed through her closely

cropped, bikini waxed pubic patch. Brad’s thick fingers found her moist

pussy lips. He massaged her tingling labia, the lips becoming engorged, hot

and wetter with every stroke. Soon he had her panting, staring off into

space disbelievingly.

“Oh!” she yelped when Igor bit her nipple. “You brute!”

Brad curled his finger, penetrating her well-lubed pussy lips.

“Great Liberty! Stop that,” she cried. “If you don’t stop this instant, I

will be forced to file charges for sexual assault.”

“Ooo, we’re scared,” Brad laughed. Then he found her clitoris. Ms

Americana’s spectacular body tensed up and she gasped. He began rubbing her

clit just so, making circles around the clit and occasionally rubbing his

finger over it. She jumped every time he touched it. So he got ready and

timed it perfectly. Brad caressed the hyper-sensitive clit, Ms Americana

gasped and jumped, and he reached down and unfastened the power belt easily.

Brad snickered as he removed the only chance she had to escape and pulled

it from her waist. Ms Americana froze, shocked, as she felt the super

strength leave her shapely body. Within seconds she was normal strength,

minus what their beating and sexual abuse had taken from her.

“Aw, not a super heroine anymore,” Brad said. “She's just a normal woman

in a mask about to be fucked into oblivion.”

Ms Americana was pulled straight back and laid atop a table, her long,

shapely legs hanging off. Brad stepped up between her legs and reached for

her bottoms. She tried to lock her knees together, but both Charlie and

Igor started punching her belly and sides, and within seconds she collapsed

and her legs went limp. Without the power belt to shore up her endurance,

she had little fight left in her.

“Good girl,” Brad sneered.

He ran his thumb over her love mound through the thin fabric of her

bottoms. Ms Americana gasped and bit her lower lip. Oh, the sensations

that elicited! It was like electricity shooting through her body.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried. “You can’t do this.”

He knew exactly what he was doing. Her previously aroused pussy lips were

caressed and massaged through the bikini bottoms expertly, until the fabric

was soaked with her love juices. The thugs hooted and crowed about that.

“What a slut,” Igor said.

“Ms Ameri-whore, more like it,” Charlie laughed.

“She’s about to be Ms Ameri-FUCKED,” Brad said, joining in on the

merriment.

“And a MERRY fuck she’ll be, too,” Igor said, grinning evilly. “Get it?

A….Merry…..Fuck? Sounds like Ameri-fuck.”

“Yeah, we got it,” Brad said, shaking his head with amusement. “But we are

more interested in the juicy delights the pretty lady has to offer.”

With that, Brad pulled her bottoms down her legs and off. Tossing the

bottoms atop the power belt and bikini top, he pushed her legs wider and

knelt down between them. She felt the cool air invading her most intimate

places even as his brazen fingers reached out and started to prod, poke and

tease her helpless cunt.

Meanwhile, Igor quickly leaned over her and sucked in a rock hard nipple

again.

“Ooo!” she cried. Then Charlie started licking and nibbling the other tit

and nipple. “Oh! Oh! Oh, Great Liberty!”

“Oh great tits, more like it,” Igor said.

“Yeah, they look, smell and taste great,” Charlie said. He started sucking

on her nipple again, “Mmmm, mmmmm, good.”

Brad took his time. His thick fingers caressed her pussy lips from one end

to the other, sometimes almost painfully hard, others so softly it tickled.

Within minutes her pussy was infused with erotic heat and tingling

sensations. She could feel her juices flowing, and the cool air heightened

the sensations immeasurably. Within a few more minutes the three thugs had

Ms Americana panting as she weakly struggled to escape.

By now the tingling had spread up her shapely body to her massive tits.

Igor and Charlie were crude, but effective in their violation of her

legendary 44DDs. There was something terribly erotic about the feeling of

ill-shaven male faces rubbing almost painfully against her baby soft, silky

smooth titty skin. Then when Igor scraped his two day growth across her

hypersensitive nipple, Ms Americana felt a jolt go through her. Her back

arched and she gasped, eyes squeezed shut.

“Dudes, I swear her tits are getting bigger and firmer,” Charlie said.

“I think you’re fight,” Igor said. “Damn, this bitch is excited.”

With that, Charlie redoubled his efforts on her tits. But Igor thrust his

face into hers, all gloating and full of pent up lust. That was when Brad’s

finger finally pressed hard enough to spread her pussy lips and slide from

end to end of her slit.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she cried, eyes fluttering closed and lips in a sweet red

“O.”

Swallowing hard at the sight of those full, red, shimmering lips, Igor

kissed her.

“Mmmmmm,” she responded.

He pushed into the kiss, demanding and forceful. Ms Americana resisted,

trying to close her lips and failing, so snapped her teeth together, denying

his tongue entry. So he licked her perfect teeth, his lips sliding all over

her sweet lips.

When Brad pulled her pussy lips wide. Cold air rushed in and sent another

rude jolt through her body. Something hot and wet touched her pussy a

second later, and licked her slit from end to end, and stopped at her

clitoris. He flicked the clit a few times with his fingernail, and then

licked it.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she said, her whole body suddenly infused with erotic heat.

Igor’s tongue finally pushed past her teeth. Considering what Brad was

doing to her pussy, Igor’s and Charlie’s activities were of little concern.

Until Charlie began rolling her nipples between index finger and thumb, over

and over, with just the right pressure to drive her wild. And then Igor

started sucking on her lower lip.

“Aaaammmmmmm.”

<This has got to stop,> she thought desperately. Her throat was tight.

Her belly tingling and on the verge of quivering. <Great Liberty, give me

strength.>

Brad began sucking on her clit. It was too much. Brad was sucking on her

clit just right, while Charlie was alternating licking, sucking and rolling

her nipples and Igor was kissing, licking and sucking on her lips. It was

more than any woman could take.

The tingle intensified, then went over the top. That heady rush to climax

laid claim to her body. Ms Americana gasped, tensed, eyes wide in shock.

Then it hit her, a rolling orgasm the like she’d never experienced before.

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried, back arched and fingers

clutching at thin air. She hooked her stiletto heels over Brad’s shoulders

and spread her knees even further apart, intensifying the pleasure. Ms

Americana felt what little strength she still had start bleeding away as her

belly quivered and the climax rocked her senses. “Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh,

Gaaaawwwwddddd!”

“Wahoo!” Charlie crowed. “We made Ms Americana cum!”

“Now it’s our turn to cum,” Igor said. He shifted his position, and

unzipped. “I’ve dreamed of this day for more than ten years, so open wide,

Ms Ameri-sucker.”

“Wait!” she cried. “Can’t we talk? Can’t we work something out?”

Igor’s cock was large, but not overly big. He rubbed the head across her

red lips, then all over her face. The stench was horrendous. Did he ever

wash the damnable thing?

“Yeah, let’s work out a kink I have in my tool,” Igor said, pressing the

cock to her lips again.

“No!” she cried. “I can’t. I’m the Queen of Jus -- Mmmuuuggghh!”

Igor took the opportunity of her open mouth to drive it home. Half his

cock was inside her hot mouth before she realized what happened. Suddenly,

she closed her mouth around his cock and held him in place, confused and

dazed by how fast everything was happening. They weren’t giving her time to

recover and come up with an escape plan.

“Oh, that feels good,” Igor said. “Suck it, Ameri-bitch, suck it long and

hard.”

Then Brad pulled his cock out of his pants and pressed it against her cunt.

Ms Americana’s eyes widened even further. When his cock head rubbed up the

length of her bubblegum pink slit, it was like fingernails across a

chalkboard. She felt it intensely. A chill raced up her spine. She forgot

herself, and Igor pushed deeper into her mouth. Her mouth started to water,

naturally lubricating it for her violator. So her mouth was filled with

spit and cock, and Igor’s pre-cum.

She swallowed, and Igor groaned, and started to pull out. Her heart leapt

with joy. Finally a break! But when he pulled out to the point her full

red lips were wrapped around the head, Igor thrust back in. Deeper than

ever.

“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned helplessly.

Brad continued to rub his erect cock up and down her exposed and vulnerable

slit, starting the tingle up again. Her head spun and went off kilter.

Suddenly, she didn’t know up from down, left from right.

Then Brad’s dick head penetrated her vagina. At the same time, Charlie bit

down on her sensitive nipple and Igor rammed his cock all the way into her

hot mouth.

<They are overwhelming me!> she thought desperately.

The horror, the shame, of being taken down and defeated by the likes of

these moronic thugs. Her reputation would be ruined beyond repair. She

would be the laughingstock of the heroine world.

“Suck it,” Igor demanded.

Ms Americana reclaimed some of her self control and dignity. Her baby

blues narrowed menacingly, and she shook her head no. She would not give

him the satisfaction. He would get no pleasure from her. The helpless

super heroine couldn’t stop him from taking what he wanted, but she would

not cooperate and willingly “give” him any pleasure.

Igor glared daggers into Ms Americana’s eyes for a long moment. She felt a

moment’s triumph, then he grinned wickedly. His hand reached for her face.

Reached for her…MASK!

“It you won’t suck me off, then I’ll just see who is hiding behind that

mask,” Igor said.

Shaking her head NO did no good. Within seconds his thick fingers had the

edge of her mask. Only double sided tape was between her and utter defeat.

Even if she escaped, these foul men would not keep her secret. Ms Americana

had no choice.

SLURP!

The Queen of Justice started sucking like she’d never sucked before. His

hand continued to hold onto the edge of her mask for a long minute, until

the pleasure of her ministrations began to radiate up his cock.

<Great Liberty, that was close!> She thought as his hand left her mask to

be buried in her thick black mane. Relief was tempered with shame, for she

whored herself off to protect her secret identity. Ms Americana’s face

flamed red, for she knew she would suck a thousand cocks to protect her

secret.

<Great Liberty, I AM a whore,> she thought bitterly as she sucked with

gusto.

“Mmmmmm,” she said involuntarily. She’d forgotten how good cock tasted.

It had been so long. Her super strength relied on her intense sexual

frustration, so she very rarely partook of sexual activity.

SLURP!

“Who needs Breaker,” Brad said smugly. “We’ll break Americana ourselves

tonight.”

With that, he pushed deep into her sopping wet pussy. Her back arched and

he pushed in deeper. Brad hooted with glee when her vaginal muscles began

to twitch, then spasm, ripping all around his cock. What a feeling!

“Damn, she’s tighter than a virgin,” he said. “Wow.”

“Maybe she is a virgin,” Charlie said.

“Naw, look at how she’s sucking Igor off,” Brad said. “That ain’t her

first BJ.”

Ms Americana couldn’t concentrate. Her heart was hammering from stress and

sexual use and abuse. It was more than she could handle at once. Then she

realized Igor’s cock was growing even larger, and his efforts were becoming

more frantic.

He was about to cum.

Seeing her chance to be rid of one of her tormentors, Ms Americana

redoubled her efforts sucking Igor’s dick. He moaned and groaned, driving

his cock in and out of her mouth with more and more urgency. Then suddenly,

he pushed deeper than usual and held it. A second later she felt his cock

spasm, and hot cum gush out.

“Swallow,” Igor said. “Swallow it all.”

She sucked and swallowed, then licked his dick clean. And finally, her

mouth was vacated. That allowed her to turn her full attention to Brad,

happily humping the bejesus out of her twat.

But then Charlie crawled up atop her, straddling her chest. His massive

cock was promptly plopped down between her 44DDs. All the while, Brad was

hammering away at her pussy.

Charlie seized both of her tits, and pressed them together so that his cock

was totally encompassed within their milky white, silky smoothness. Then he

started pumping.

“You….ooohhhh…You pigs,” she groaned. “How dare…hmmmm….ohhh….dare you

violate me. I’ll have…..uhhh….I’ll have….Oooooo…..my re…..uh…m-my

reven-oooooooooo.”

“You’re having the time of your life, Ameri-slut,” Charlie said.

Her body started tingling dangerously. Another climax or two like the

first, and her belt would be useless to her for hours, if not days. Sexual

satisfaction was her Achilles Heel. She would be de-powered without all of

her pent up sexual frustrations.

Panic spread quickly. There had to be a way to thwart them. Her life

depended on it. Ms Americana’s very existence as a crime-fighting super

heroine would be decided within the next few minutes.

Suddenly, Charlie released her tits and thrust his hips forward. He

grasped his cock at the base and slapped her between the eyes with it.

Shwap! Shwap!

Ms Americana gasped. Then with her mouth open, Charlie thrust his

oversized cock deep inside. Once again, the poor super heroine found

herself being fucked in the face and cunt at the same time. Charlie fucked

her mouth a moment, then pulled out and started titty fucking her again.

By this time Brad was about to loose it. He was fucking her frantically,

gasping and grunting in animal hunger and pleasure. She squeezed her

vaginal muscles hard, and pushed him over the edge. A few seconds later he

started shooting his wad deep inside her pussy, before pulling out and

sending the last two jets of jizm into her bikini waxed, close cropped pubic

patch. Then he wiped his dick off on her velvety thighs and stepped back to

watch Charlie finish up.

Charlie was beside himself with carnal joy. He was titty fucking her with

wild abandon. Ms Americana, freed from use by Igor and Brad, only had one

man to deal with. Charlie.

“Oh, sick!” she cried when he surprised her and himself by ejaculating

suddenly. Hot cum sprayed across her face and shimmering red lips.

“Bastard.”

In a flash of anger, Ms Americana kicked her legs up. Her booted ankles

crossed and locked before Charlie’s face, and then she snapped her legs

straight down. The Samson Family thug was ripped off her chest and slammed

to the floor.

Igor and Brad just stared at Charlie a long moment, dumbstruck. But Ms

Americana didn’t hesitate. She was instantly on her feet and attacking.

Both men were standing side by side, their pants around their ankles. They

were completely caught off guard.

A fierce roundhouse took Igor down. Ms Americana then thrust kicked Brad

backwards, to slam into the wall. She followed close, smashing into him and

keeping him pressed against the wall. Brad recovered quickly, and wrapped

his arms around her with a big smile.

“Got you.”

Ms Americana smiled wickedly up into his face.

“Not for long,” she said, and brought her knee straight up. “Just

returning the favor.”

Brad’s eyes bulged out. He turned red, then purple. She felt the strength

leave his arms as his knees buckled. Brad’s eyes rolled up and he started

slowly sliding down the wall.

Five minutes later, Ms Americana had worked her wrists free of Brad’s belt.

She had all three men bound and gagged, laid out in a row. Ms Americana

was back in her skimpy red, white and blue bikini and power belt.

“Hmmm, that orgasm did a number on me,” she said, frowning. “Almost half

my super strength was lost.”

But half-strength for Ms Americana was still five times stronger than a

strong man. More than enough to take on Breaker. She was, after all, the

legendary Ms Americana. Besides, after what he said about her to Tami Jamz,

she couldn’t run now. She had to hang tough and persevere to the end. When

she dragged Breaker and the Samson Family thugs into the police, then

everyone would know what Ms Americana was made of.

It was a large mansion. Ms Americana spent the next ten minutes going room

to room, looking for thugs and a stairs to the second floor. She finally

found the grand staircase in the main entry hall. Once again, that room was

brightly lit.

Hurrying up the stairs, she quickly located the only room with light coming

out the bottom of the closed door. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard

muffled voices. One of them was certainly deep enough to be Breaker

Velton’s. He seemed to be doing most of the talking.

Ms Americana paused at the door. She carefully adjusted her power belt,

tiara and the fit of her bikini. She had to look perfect. Then after

tugging up on her boots and running red-gloved fingers through her now

tousled silky black mane, she turned the doorknob and kicked the door open.

SLAM!

In an instant Ms Americana was three steps inside that door, in a defensive

stance. Raking the room with her sharp eyes, she counted three people.

Breaker Velton and two beautiful women. The women were obvious not being

held against their will, but one looked like a dominatrix and the other like

her sexy submissive. Breaker was sitting comfortable in a chair facing the

door, while the two hot babes stood to either side of the door and seemed to

be waiting for something.

There wasn’t anyone to rescue.

“I thought you’d never get here,” Breaker’s deep base rumbled.

All three of them wore black masks that covered the upper part of their

faces. It wasn’t enough to fool her. She knew who he was, and his sexy

assistants were of no consequence. The police would identify them later.

“Where are my friends? Got Gal, Got Chick, Green Spectre and Spectre

Girl?” she demanded. “And Power Lass if you had anything to do with her

disappearance.”

“Green Spectre and Spectre Girl have been VERY active as hookers since

being sold into white slavery,” Breaker said, grinning without any mirth in

his eyes. “Got Gal and Got Chick will be sold into white slavery soon,

while Power Lass was sold to a collector of defeated super heroines.”

The redheaded dominatrix kicked the door shut behind Ms Americana, and the

blonde quickly locked it with a key. The super heroine’s heart started

hammering. Her adrenaline was pumping. She knew it was a trap. This would

be the Big Fight. It would surely be a long and epic fight, too. Three

against one, but she would prevail. Truth and Justice would prevail, as

always.

“I order you to surrender in the name of the Law,” Ms Americana demanded,

blue eyes fierce. “You have kidnapped your last woman, Breaker Velton.”

“Woman?” he repeated. “You mean, super heroine? Like Green Spectre and

Spectre Girl? And Got Gal and her nympho sidekick, Got Chick?”

“Mmmm, Green Spectre,” Olivia, the redheaded dominatrix said, smiling

wantonly. “I remember her fondly. She folded as sweet as a warm towel.”

“Yes, in less than five minutes she broke,” Breaker said. “Fastest I ever

broke a super heroine. Her young sidekick lasted two hours before she

broke, which was the longest it ever too for me to break a woman.”

“They rarely last longer than fifteen to thirty minutes, Ms Americana,”

Felicity, the blonde in pink teddy and heels, said. She gave Ms Americana a

speculative look over. “I say you’ll last about thirty minutes.”

“No, she crumble in under fifteen,” Breaker said. “Did you see how quickly

she got into the sex with the Samson boys downstairs?”

“So true,” Felicity said.

“What?” Ms Americana said, and then glanced around. The wall to the side

of the door was covered with closed circuit TV monitors. Every room in the

mansion had a camera in it. Which explained the super bright lighting

everywhere inside. “You watched that?”

“Watched it? We recorded it,” Breaker said. “In fact, it has already been

uploaded to a well-paying porn site owned by my client.”

Ms Americana’s heart froze. She was suddenly an unwilling porn star, like

Pamela Anderson and Paris Hilton. How degrading. How humiliating.

“Thousands, if not millions of men were beating their meat as they watched

your little sex show LIVE on the internet,” Olivia sneered into her left

ear.

Ms Americana looked at her in horror as Olivia pressed her leather-sheathed

tits into the stunned super heroine’s left arm. Then she felt Felicity

press up against her right side.

“By morning, untold thousands of pictures off that site will have been

download and uploaded to untold thousands of other websites,” Felicity

purred, her breath hot upon Ms Americana’s other ear. “You have ALREADY

become an instant, international PORN star.”

Ms Americana’s blood was pounding in her ears so loud she couldn’t hear

Breaker’s laughter. For a second, she felt terribly weak and violated.

Then the anger kicked in. Oh, how he would pay for that outrage! She would

rip him into little pieces, then grind what remained beneath her sharp

stiletto heels. And then --

The two women each grabbed a wrist. It startled Ms Americana, but didn’t

really alarm her. They were just normal women. Pathetically weak compared

to a normal man, much less compared to her super human strength.

“Oh! What are you -- Uugghhh!”

The blonde kicked her in the kidney. Pain lanced through her body,

stunning her momentarily. Her belt wasn’t giving her the strength and

endurance she was used to receiving. And, of course, events had caused her

to forget her recent loss. The redhead chose that exact moment to press a

chloroform drenched pad over her mouth and nose. Sickly sweet fumes were

sucked deep into her lungs when she gasped and sucked in a breath because of

Felicity’s craven kick that forced her pained grunt from her.

“Mmmmmggghhhhh,” she cried, struggling to break free even while she tried

to shake her head and escape the chloroform.

Distracted, confused by chloroform and lightning fast twists and turns of

events, Ms Americana wasn’t prepared when both women twisted her arms behind

her back at the same time. Within seconds, Felicity was hanging desperately

to both arms, while Olivia pressed the chloroform pad to her face with both

hands. She struggled valiantly, but the heady fumes proved too much. Her

exertions soon required deep breaths, and those were soaked in chloroform.

Very soon, darkness began to creep in from all sides.

<No, not like this,> she thought dismally. To become Breaker’s latest

conquest and victim was too humiliating to contemplate.

“Even now your terrible ordeal is being piped live to the internet,”

Breaker said, grinning evilly.

Then her knees buckled. Ms Americana fell to her knees. Felicity released

her arms, though Olivia continued to hold the chloroform pad to her face.

She tried to use her arms, her hands, to stop Olivia, to push away the

chloroform pad that was destroying her, but she was too weak. Then the

blonde beauty removed Ms Americana’s top. She felt her tits drop and bounce

in the cool air conditioned air.

Felicity reached around the dazed super heroine and gently, lovingly

caressed her 44DDs for a long moment, then began to become more impassioned

as she began deeply massaging them. Finally, she raked her long red nails

across Ms Americana’s milky white globes.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned, feeling the first twinges of arousal

spark deep in her belly.

Felicity’s long nails were then raked down her rock hard abs, down to her

tiny waist. That feeling of warm wetness started in her twat. The blonde’s

delicate fingers then traced the top of Ms Americana’s golden power belt to

the small of her back. Her heart pounded in her ears, knowing what was

about to happen and unable to stop it. Unable to concentrate hard enough to

stop it. Unable to even cry out. Seconds later the captured heroine felt

her captor unfasten the belt and pull it away from her body.

“Uuuuummmmmmhhhhh,” Ms Americana groaned as she felt her remaining super

strength bleed away into nothingness. Now she truly was helpless.

“Not too much, Olivia,” Breaker said. “We want her conscious.”

“Yes, master,” Olivia said, removing the chloroform pad. Then the fiery

redheaded dominatrix stepped in front of her vanquished foe and lifted her

chin. Ms Americana’s big blue eyes turned up beseechingly, her full red

lips parting ever so slightly. Olivia ran a thumb across Ms Americana’s

shimmering red lips, sending a sudden shudder through the previously

undefeated super heroine. “I think the formerly mighty Ms Ameri-stuck-up is

a little more pliable now.”

“I-I’m the….Queen….of Justice,” Ms Americana whispered groggily. “Please,

st-stop this….everyone….loves….me.”

“You heard her girls, Ms Amazing Tits just wants some love,” Breaker said.

He pulled off his shirt and pants, and then sat down in an armless chair in

the center of the room. His monster, 14-inch cock started to rise before Ms

Americana’s startled eyes. “Let’s get her center stage.”

“Oh….My….God,” she whispered.

“I get that a lot,” Breaker said. He stroked his massive dick and grinned.

“Mount up, Ms Americana. You’re in for the ride of your life.”

“You are about to find out why he’s called Breaker,” Olivia said smugly.

Breaker’s two lovely assistants lifted Ms Americana to her wobbly feet.

She teetered atop the tall stilettos while they removed her bikini bottoms,

then walked her docilely over to Breaker. He continued to stroke it as she

got closer and closer. She was unable to look away from it she was so

incredulous at its size, both length and girth.

“It won’t fit,” Ms Americana gasped.

“Oh, it’ll fit,” Breaker said. “With a little FORCE.”

“But you won’t survive it,” Olivia said.

“What?”

“That’s right,” Felicity cooed sweetly. “That cock will break you, and

destroy Ms Americana forever.”

“You will cease to be Ms Americana in the next few minutes,” Olivia said.

“And you will become Miss Sex Kitten,” Breaker said. “My devoted whore.”

“And a dozen cameras are filming as we speak, chronicling your ultimate

fate,” Felicity said, blue eyes asparkle.

Ms Americana looked down. She was straddling Breaker. Even though he was

sitting, and her standing over him, his cock was standing past her twat by a

good four inches. He slapped her in the lower belly a few times, then

rubbed it against her bikini waxed, close cropped pubic patch. Then she was

pulled back a step, so he could guide the tip of his cock to her pussy.

“Oh,” she gasped as his hot cock head touched her most intimate spot. “I’m

rich. I can pay ransom.”

“Oh, you’re going to pay,” he said, grabbing her shapely hips. She felt

herself being pulled forward, his cock pressing harder and harder against

her already violated virtue. But since she was already reamed out and still

wet from her previous ravishment, he slipped into her vagina without

protest. “And you are going to pay dearly.”

It felt even bigger than it looked. Her head rolled back and her eyes grew

wide as the two women “walked” her back up, and used her body’s weight to

force Breaker into her vagina. Her belly began quivering, the muscles in

her twat clenched and spasmed involuntarily around the invading monster.

All to no avail.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned. It was too much. She knew right away she

couldn’t handle that cock. “Great Liberty, save me. I can’t take it.”

“Yea,” Felicity purred. “That cock is a bitch tamer and then some. Tamed

me seventeen years ago. Tamed Olivia before me.”

“It’s broken and tamed thousands of women, most of them better than you, in

the last fifteen years,” Olivia said.

Ms Americana barely heard them. Her whole world was that cock. It felt

like he was ripping her in two, and she was standing atop her tip toes. An

erotic wave of heat washed through her shapely body, leaving her milky white

skin flushed. Then a chill went up her spin, leaving goose flesh. Then she

dropped off her tip toes, and received another inch of cock.

“Uungghh.”

Breaker thrust up. Every muscle in her body tensed. Another wave of

intense heat washed over her. When he pulled back, he pulled down hard on

her hips, and she felt him push in another inch. Her insides turned to

jelly. Then he eased his hold on her hips and she pushed up with her legs,

going up on her tip toes again, so that only about three inches of cock was

inside her throbbing cunt.

<Got to get off of him before he tames me,> she thought.

He pulled down on her hips again, dragging her down even further, until he

had a good seven inches inside her. Ms Americana bit her lower lip,

groaning low in her throat and starting to caress her own tits. She pushed

herself back up again, and then he pulled her back down. This time he

managed to sink a good nine inches into her vagina.

“Ooooooo,” she said, eyes shut and lips slightly parted. She whispered,

“So bad. I have to stop. Hmmmmm.”

This time after she pushed herself back to her tip toes, he only slightly

tugged on her hips. Ms Americana dropped her weight and sank back down onto

him, impaling herself upon his huge cock even deeper. Soon, he was able to

release her hips altogether.

Ms Americana was bouncing up and down, panting and gasping, groping her own

jouncing tits all the while. Squeezing, pinching, pulling on her own tits

and nipples. Then her red gloved hands slid up her neck to her silky,

bouncing black mane, and buried themselves deep inside.

“Oh, yessss,” she gushed as Breaker reached up and seized her 44DDs in his

massive paws.

Breaker was completely filling Ms Americana’s pussy up, with cock left

over. Her bouncing became more energetic. Her 44DDs flopped all over the

place as she shook her head, slinging shimmering black hair all about.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried. “Oh! Oh! OH!”

Ms Americana felt his cock swell even more. His butt ugly face was filled

with lust. She locked eyes with Breaker and felt the warm tingle infusing

her body turn to the hot rush to climax.

“Oh, yes!”

She dropped down as hard as she could, then pushed up so hard her feet left

the floor, then another hard drop. Each drop and push up elicited a lusty

“Oh!” from her ruby lips.

“I…,” she dropped hard, “Can’t…,” pushed up, “Take this…!” dropped down,

“any!” push up, “fucking!” dropped down his shaft, “MORE!”

Ms Americana’s eyes rolled up and she threw back her head and screamed.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Never had she felt such an orgasm. It ripped her body apart. It smashed

her will power into mush. It seared her mind, leaving nothing but a need

for more. More, more, more!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried as

another orgasm washed over her, leaving her body trembling and weak.

“Good girl,” Breaker said through clenched teeth, trying to make it last

longer.

“No!” she cried. “I’m the Queen of Justice. I’m a superior woman. I

can’t…be…broken!”

He pushed her back up his cock.

“Oooooo.”

Without any encouragement, she started slowly sliding up and down his

massive shaft again. Fondling herself. Caressing herself. Losing herself.

“I can’t” she muttered weakly as the heat increased inside her belly. “I

must fight these feelings.”

“Feel him inside you,” Olivia whispered into ear. “It can feel like this

everyday, all the time.”

“Just surrender,” Felicity urged.

Ms Americana increased the speed of her bounce.

“I hunger,” she whispered. “So bad. Need…so bad….”

“Everyone loves you,” Olivia said. “Let us love you even more.”

“Oh!”

“Surrender,” Felicity said. “Accept your fate, your place. Just

Surrender.”

Olivia reached up and pulled off her mask. Her eyes flew wide, staring

wildly at the nearest camera. Her secret identity was exposed to the world

now.

“No!” Ms Americana cried as the orgasm started to rip through her again.

“Aaaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”

“Sweet!” Felicity cried. “You’re that obnoxious feminist, Brenda Wade.”

“I’m destroyed!”

“You belong to Breaker now, Brenda Wade,” Olivia said triumphantly. She

reached down between Brenda’s legs, found her engorged clit, and started to

rub it just right. Her vanquished foe gasped and clutched at her arm, but

didn’t really try to stop her. Within seconds she felt Brenda convulse with

orgasms. “We own you, body and soul, bitch, and can give pleasure or pain.”

“Now give your master pleasure, whore,” Felicity demanded.

Ms American began bouncing again, and seconds later another climax rocked

her shattered world. “So good. Yes! Ohhhh, Great Liberty, yes! Yes!”

She leaned forward, propping herself up on his chest with her extended

arms. He reached up and grabbed her hanging tits. She kept up her long

trips up and down his cock, gasping and panting. Sweat poured off her

overheated and oversexed body.

“You’re a monster,” she croaked out. “Oh, God, but I love it.”

“You need it,” he said.

“I need it,” she repeated automatically. The pace of her strokes

increased. “I need it.”

“You love it,” Olivia said.

“I love it,” she said, then screamed out another climax. “Aaaaiiiieeeee!

Oh! OH!”

“You belong to me,” Breaker said.

“I belong to you,” Ms Americana breathed, suddenly understanding what had

happened. She swallowed hard. “Great Liberty, I’ve been broken.”

# # #

Boss Samson walked into Breaker’s “play” room. He beheld the most

beautiful, most satisfying sight imaginable. Ms Americana was on her knees,

sucking Breaker’s monster cock. The redheaded dominatrix was behind Ms

Americana, butt-fucking the once arrogant and cocky, now defeated and tamed

super heroine with a ten inch black strap-on dildo. Breaker’s blonde

assistant was lying on her back beneath Americana, eating out the beautiful

vigilante’s throbbing cunt.

Ms Americana was wearing only her gloves, boots, tiara and choker. The

only thing covering her luscious body was sweat. Lots and lots of sweat.

The Boss of Bosses watched, spellbound, as his arch nemesis sucked cock

with amazing talent and enthusiasm. She was moaning and groaning, her

massive 44DDs bouncing enticingly with each thrust of Breaker and Olivia.

“Uuuhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm!” she suddenly groaned loudly.

“Another climax,” Breaker said, winking at Boss Samson. “Good girl,

Brenda. Now give me another one.”

Boss Samson watched another hour and a half hours, while Breaker, Olivia

and Felicity pulled climax after climax from their helpless prisoner.

Samson and his boys were amazed at her talent and endurance. Not to mention

her eagerness to please. She kissed face, licked tit and ate pussy with

Olivia and Felicity with the same lust, joy and enthusiasm that she fucked

and sucked cock with Breaker.

“Ms Americana is tamed,” Boss Samson finally admitted. “Utterly and

completely tamed.”

“No,” Breaker said, smirking. “She’s been BROKEN. Like a horse. I broke

her, and now anyone can ride her.”

“I can see she’s broken, and well trained, too,” Boss Samson said with a

big shit-eating grin. “But you have to admit, she’s been tamed as well.”

Breaker grinned, signaling his assistants. They broke off their sex show,

and pulled their captive to her wobbly feet. Felicity brought a bucket of

soapy water over and they gave her a thorough sponge bath before the hungry

eyes of Boss Samson and his mob thugs.

“True, the former Ms Americana has been tamed,” he said. “And Brenda Wade

is eager to please any and all comers. Isn’t that right, Brenda?”

“Yes, master,” she said with a deep, sexually charged voice. “I live only

to please.”

“What have you learned today, Brenda?” Breaker asked.

Boss Samson watched as warm, sudsy water was squeezed out of two sponges at

her shoulders, and cascaded down her shapely body, waterfalling off her

massive twin peaks. Americana’s big blue eyes closed, savoring the feel of

it all. Savoring the moment.

“I’ve learned, master, that this body was not created to administer

justice,” she said, caressing her rock hard abs, then cupping her titanic

tits enticingly. “It was created to administer pleasure. Intense,

wonderful pleasure.”

“Exactly,” Breaker said. Then he looked at Boss Samson. “Satisfied?”

He watched as the two assistants poured rinse water over their delicious

prisoner, leaving her shapely body glistening wet and dripping. Ms

Americana turned a sultry look on him. Without the mask, she was ten times

more beautiful and desirable. He would so enjoy OWNING her.

“Very.”

“Brenda Wade, A.K.A. Ms Americana, present yourself and submit to your new

master, Boss Samson,” Breaker commanded.

Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, walked straight over to Boss Samson,

without hesitation, in the most sultry, sexually charged manner imaginable,

and promptly knelt between his knees. He swallowed hard as she looked deep

into his eyes with a sensuous look, and pushed his knees wider. Then she

unzipped him and pulled out his aching cock. A second later it vanished

between her full, red lips.

“Mmmmmmm,” she said.

“Oh, yes,” Boss Samson said, burying his hands in her wet black hair. “Ms

Americana is mine, and that snooty feminist Brenda Wade is taken down as

well. It doesn’t get any better than this.”

THE END