DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL,

BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the

other villains.

Please direct all comments and feedback to dark_one@live.com. This is my

real hotmail address, on previous submissions I brain farted and put 3 extra

characters in the address. Sorry.

MS AMERICANA: MILK AND COOKIES

By Dark One

“Most excellent plan, Ms A!” Flag Girl crowed. “It’s working like a

charm.”

A panel truck slowly drove up the drive to Wade Manor. It was almost

midnight, Christmas Eve. Earlier in the week, in a ploy to lure the

Christmas Bandit into a trap, Brenda Wade let it be known that she would

spend Christmas in her vacation home in Aspen, with her teenage ward. And

that all of her household staff was given Christmas off.

As suspected, the Christmas Bandit took the bait. Hook, line and sinker.

“Evil is so predicable, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said, smiling with utter

self-satisfaction. “I think Commissioner Borden will be very surprised, and

pleased, when we deliver the Christmas Bandit as promised tomorrow morning.”

It would prove a very Merry Christmas for everyone. Well, everyone except

the Christmas Bandit and his cohorts in crime.

“Time to knock heads together,” Flag Girl said.

The perky blonde smacked her dainty right fist into her left palm, blue

eyes full of youthful enthusiasm and pleasure. Ms Americana paused to

admire her sexy sidekick and teenage ward. She was a head shorter than Ms

Americana’s own six foot one, but with a very shapely body. Flat, rock hard

abs, globular 38Ds, and well rounded hips made her a sight to behold in her

skimpy red, white and blue, stars and stripes costume.

Where Flag Girl wore a star spangled tube top and micro mini of vertical

red and white stripes, Ms Americana wore a skimpy red, white and blue

bikini. Like Flag Girl’s costume, it was half star spangled, and half red

and white stripes.

Very patriotic. Very patri-erotic. And for good reason.

“Hold your horses, or should I say reindeer, Flag Girl. They haven’t even

gotten to the house yet,” Ms Americana said, grinning.

When the panel truck stopped, men scrambled out. All wore dark clothes,

save one. One of them looked very familiar.

“Santa Claus?” Flag Girl cried.

“How dare they tarnish the image of Santa,” Ms Americana said. “Those

miscreants are below contempt!”

“I have a short Christmas List I want to show him,” Flag Girl snarled. She

held up first her right, then left fist. “First a right, then a left, and

then end it all with a quick combination to his jelly belly.”

“Cool your jets, my friend,” Ms Americana said, laying a hand on Flag

Girl’s shoulder to stop her. “Let them get inside and start looting. We

don’t want to catch them too quickly. The more they loot, the better the

charges will stick.”

“Sweeet,” Flag Girl said, gazing at her worshipfully. “You have it all

figured out, don’t you Ms A?”

“That I do, Flag Girl,” she said. “As usual.”

They waited at the edge of the property, hidden in a clump of trees and

shrubs. But once a dozen rooms were lit up, Ms Americana nodded with

satisfaction. Part of her wanted to wait until they actually started to

bring stolen goods out to the panel truck, but a much bigger part of her was

disgusted at the idea of them pawing at all her valuables.

“It’s time we sent them packing to the cooler,” she said.

The super sexy heroines quickly dashed over to their own mansion, now a

trap for insidious burglars. Ms Americana had wanted to catch this gang of

thieves badly, but now seeing that they mocked Christmas itself, and one of

the season’s most beloved icons (Santa Claus) was too much to endure. They

were going down, and hard.

“Remember, Flag Girl, stick close to me,” she reminded her excitable

sidekick. “Together we’re much stronger. Don’t let them separate us.”

“Got it, Ms A,” she chirped.

The front door was wide open. They heard the burglars in the Great Room,

around the twelve foot tall Christmas tree. It still had colorfully wrapped

Christmas presents all around it. Of course, they were empty boxes for

show.

“They sound angry,” Flag Girl said, snickering. “I think they’ve lost the

Christmas Spirit.”

“Yes,” Ms Americana said. “I guess they discovered the presents are empty.

It seems they don’t know it is the thought that counts.”

Picking up a platter for red and green Christmas cookies, Ms Americana

strode into the Great Room. Santa and his helpers all stopped and gawked at

them. The leader made a damn good Santa Claus, with a natural white beard

and hair, and a rotund belly. The helpers were all cast from the same mold

– big, burly and dumb. They wore black clothes to better hide their dark

activities.

“Santa. Are you looking for your milk and cookies?” Ms Americana said,

grinning wolfishly.

Santa’s face screwed up in anger. He all but growled.

“I’d rather have milk and NOOKIE,” he said, and let his lusty eyes wander

over Ms Americana’s spectacular body a long moment. “Ho ho ho, boys, look

at these pretty presents just begging to be opened and played with. Get

them!”

Besides Santa, there were nine other men. They charged the costumed

crusaders with wild cries of rage and lust. Ms Americana almost laughed.

All by herself she was a match for them all combined. She was as strong as

ten men, and while his henchmen looked fit enough, and dangerous, the Jolly

Old Elf was old and fat. That gave her a slight advantage, but then Flag

Girl was her ace in the hole, for she was more than a match for any five of

them combined. So by her reckoning, the gang of burglars was five and a

half men short of parity.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl clasped hands. Then with a wild, joyful yelp,

Flag Girl was spun around by Ms Americana and jumped high at the right

moment. With Ms Americana holding her hands, she kicked out with her

stiletto heeled feet and connected with the two lead hoodlums. They

collapsed with grunts of pain.

“Merry Christmas, miscreants!”

Flag Girl’s feet hit the ground a second later. She planted her feet and

cupped her hands before her. Ms Americana stepped into her ready hands and

leapt high and forward, propelled up and over her sidekick by Flag Girl.

Then, when she was head high to the charging burglars, she kicked straight

out, executing a perfect split in midair and connected with two more burly

thugs.

Ms Americana landed in that split, pussy bouncing off the floor and was

propelled back up to her feet. She instantly spun and kicked another

henchman in the face as Flag Girl raced past and straight into the fray.

“Wahoo!” Flag Girl cried.

Flag Girl felt the battle lust fill her. The holiday season had been

rather boring up until that moment. The chase was over, and now it was kick

ass time. Merry Kick Ass Christmas!

She dropped low, kicking out the feet of one man, and then turned and trust

kicked another in the groin. He doubled up, and man behind him kicked over

him to connect with her rock hard abs. Flag Girl let out a surprised,

“Ooofff!” and fell back a step. But when he stepped around his fallen

comrade to attack her, she spun on a heel and kicked into his jelly soft

belly.

“Go to a gym, miscreant,” she taunted.

“Go to Hell,” he countered, straightening and bringing a brutal upper cut

into her chin. He grabbed her top, between her bouncing tits, and thrust

kicked her in the belly. “It’s hot there, so you won’t need this.”

She cried out and fell back against a side table, her top ripping off her

body. He headed straight for her, eyes narrowed and intent. She grabbed

the lamp on the table and smashed it over his head. Santa’s henchman

staggered back a step, then turned and ran for it. He still had her top

clasped in his hand.

“No way, evil doer!” she said, and gave chase.

Flag Girl raced after the escaping burglar. She was determined that no one

escaped. They have flaunted the law and insulted Christmas too long.

She smiled as she ran. He was running toward the basement, and down a dead

end. How fitting, for it was going to be the end of his criminal career,

too.

“Give up, miscreant!” she cried. “It’ll be easier on you.”

“Fuck you, Flag Twat!”

“How rude!” she cried, outraged. “You are a foul-mouth, evil little man!

I will so enjoy teaching you a lesson in respect!”

“Yeah?” he said, pausing at the top of the stairs to the basement.

“Respect this!”

He picked up a priceless oriental vase and threw it at her head. Panic

filled her heart, for that was Brenda’s pride and joy, her newest purchase.

So she didn’t duck, but instead rushed to catch it. But he had thrown it

hard, and it was ancient and fragile.

Flag Girl stepped to the side, so that the vase would pass to the right of

her head, then seized it in both hands as it flew by. Spinning around, she

caught it as gently as possible, and was pleasantly surprised when she

actually pulled it off.

“Sweet!” she cooed. “I saved it.”

“I don’t think so, Stupid Girl,” the burglar said, startling her out of her

sweet reverie.

The vase was snatched out of her red gloved hands. She yelped in surprise,

and was so discombobulated she didn’t realize what he was doing. What he

did was pull the vase out of her hands, and send it in a big loop-de-loop

and back around to her. To her head, to be precise.

“Uugghhhh,” she cried as the priceless vase shattered over her head.

Flag Girl staggered back and ended up backed up against the wall. The foul

burglar followed closely, and grabbed her wrist. A second later she felt

herself jerked from the wall and raced down the hall toward the stairs down

to the basement. Then he released her, slingshotting her toward her doom.

“No!” she cried, and just barely managed to stop before tumbling down the

stairs. It took all of her strength, concentration and coordination to save

herself. As it was, she was left tittering at the edge of the top step.

Then he stepped up behind her, seized the bottom hem of her short, short

skirt and pulled straight down. To her horror and shock, Flag Girl found

herself with her skirt around her ankles, and only her thin white silk

thongs covering her nearly nude body.

“Did you ever wonder what I feels like to hit rock bottom?” the vile

miscreant said softly in her ear. He placed both of his hands on her back,

and pushed. “You’re about to find out. Merry Christmas.”

Flag Girl tried to catch her balance, but her ankles were confined within

the downed skirt. So she “tripped” and fell down the stairs. Head first.

Rolling, tumbling, bouncing all the way down. To crash in a groaning,

moaning, pain and shamed filled heap at the bottom.

“Oooo…..p-please….,” she groaned as he leisurely descended the stairs.

First thing, he pulled her skirt off her left ankle and tossed it aside.

She tried to watch him, but everything was spinning. Then he did something

that sent a jolt of shock, dread and fear shooting through her body.

He removed her power belt.

“Mercy,” she whispered as strength and endurance drained from her shapely

body.

He rolled her on to her back, and immediately cupped her large tits with

both hands. Flag Girl gasped and moaned. He kneaded her firm, young 38Ds

with relish, taking his time and savoring the shape, firmness, and satiny

soft skin. Soon, an exhilarating warmth began emanating from her tingling

twat, and spread deep into her chest, making it difficult to breathe or

think.

“Such a pretty present,” he said, releasing her tits and sliding a callused

hand across her belly and straight to her twat.

“No! Wait,” she cried, head suddenly clearing.

“No waiting, sounds good to me,” he chuckled, and his hand slipped under

the white silk thong.

His thick, rough fingers glided across her labia, sending waves of pleasure

through her moist pussy lips, and deeper. She gasped and arched her back in

disbelief.

“No way!” she cried. “I can….Oooo….can’t find pleasure in this foul deed!”

“I can,” he said, and hooked a finger through her pussy lips and straight

into her vagina.

“NO!”

Flag Girl’s long legs snapped shut, and she reached up and seized the evil

henchman’s head. Head butting him away, she sprang to her feet and turned

on him. His eyes went wide a bare second, then he darted off. Heading back

up the stairs.

Flag Girl gave chase, rage filling her heart now.

# # #

Ms Americana watched Flag Girl chase after the henchman in disbelief.

She’d warned her about allowing herself to be lured away. But she had her

hands full with the others at the moment to go get her. They would have to

have a long talk about this later, after they have Santa and his helpers

safely locked up.

Six burglars were on the floor groaning with pain. Flag Girl was chasing a

seventh, and that left Santa and two helpers facing her. Easy enough.

Laughable, in fact.

“I’ll give you a chance to surrender,” Ms Americana said charitably. “I

don’t want to have to beat Santa Claus into submission, but I will if you

force me to.”

“Ho ho ho! Ms Ameri-comedian thinks she is funny,” Santa said.

Ms Americana lunged at them. All three jumped back. Santa fell back into

the towering Christmas tree, and it promptly fell on him. Ms Americana

stopped to laugh at that.

“Now THAT is funny!” she said, blue eyes sparkling. She paused to enjoy

watching Santa struggling under the tree, and getting himself tangled in the

flashing Christmas lights. “Well, it would seem that Santa is all wrapped

up.”

His unhelpful helpers just gawked at him, then her, and then him again. As

she suspected, they were all brawn and no brains. Nothing without his

guidance. So with St Nick in hand, she had the situation under control

“Help me!” Santa cried. “I’m being electrocuted!”

“Ha! What a headline that would make, Santa taken down by Christmas

lighting,” Ms Americana said, starting toward him. “Stop whining, old man,

there aren’t enough amps in there to kill you. Just enough to make you

think you’re going to die, that’s all.”

She reached down to help untangle him. But he was ready. He seized her

wrist and yanked her down. Ms Americana cried out angrily, falling to her

knees. A second later the two hoodlums jumped atop her. Almost

immediately, one of their arms inadvertently got hooked under her bikini

top, and a second later she heard and felt it being ripped to shreds and

pulled off her body.

“How dare you! You…you, perverted morons!” she cried.

“Ho ho ho, Ameri-Hooters for all to see!” Santa called joyfully. “There’s

enough milk in them monster mammaries to sate a dozen Santas!”

He reached for a pouch attached to the wide black belt encircling his

rolling belly. At the same time, each of the goons seized one of her arms

and hung on for dear life. Momentarily distracted by the men holding her

immobile, she didn’t see what Santa was doing until too late.

“Hey, what are you doing…..Eeeeeooooowwww!’ she cried as he thrust a

syringe into each titanic tit, and injected their contents into her bouncing

tits. “Bastard!”

“Ho ho ho, a milking we will go!” Santa said, jubilant.

“I have your ho ho ho right here, fur-face,” she snapped, and kicked him

away from her. Then she began feeling the burning sensation starting in her

tits. “Ooo, what did you do to my breasts?”

One of the strings of Christmas lights he was still half entangled within

broke, exposing bare wire and sent jolts of electricity through the fat old

fart. He made a yeowing, yipping noise for a long moment, before managing

to pull the string of lights free of the electric socket on the wall. Then

he collapsed in exhaustion. Ms Americana and the two henchmen all paused in

their struggle to watch.

Ms Americana recovered first, twisting free of one, and ripping the other

off her arm. Both men just up and ran. Straight towards the kitchen. She

paused to rub her aching tits and glower at Santa. What did he inject into

her? It was insidious, for she noticed her tits starting to swell.

Growling, she followed, all the while vowing vengeance on them all for this

outrage.

Santa wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not for a while, anyway.

# # #

Flag Girl followed him right back to the Great Room. The frightened

burglar she was chasing was hooting and hollering his dire warnings of her

imminent arrival. She couldn’t help but smile, for they must know true fear

and dread right then.

“Surrender now, miscreants!” she demanded as she raced into the Great Room.

Ms Americana was no where to be seen. The tree was toppled and presents

were crushed and scattered all over. The man she was chasing was near the

exit back toward the front door, with two other men. They looked ready to

bolt. But Ms Americana and the other men were missing.

Flag Girl idly wondered where they all were, but forgot them for the time

being. She had three goons to snatch up and secure for the police. And one

of them needed an object lesson on why he should never disrespect a woman,

especially a superior woman such as herself.

“Halt, or else,” she commanded.

“Or else what?” the burglar said, starting to grin.

“Time to wrap this sexy little gift up,” Santa said from behind her.

Flag Girl was a good ten feet into the Great Room before she ever looked to

either side or behind her. Santa and five goons were waiting in ambush.

Then, before she could register her mistake, and the danger, they attacked.

While the five goons split and surrounded her, Santa hefted a bundle of

tangled Christmas lights and tossed them atop her. In an instant, the

lights were all around her.

“Hey, like no way!” she cried. “That’s not fair.”

“It may not be fair, Flag Twat, but I promise you’ll find it ELECTRIFYING!”

With that, Santa plugged his end of the lights in.

“Yeeeeoooowwwwwww!” Flag Girl cried as electricity ripped into, and through

her beautiful body.

Suddenly, Flag Girl lost control of her own body as the electricity did a

number on her body and brain. She heard them all laughing at her,

commenting on how sweet her tits looked bouncing up and down, how comic she

looked frozen in place and jumping spastically. She didn’t know if it

lasted five seconds or five hours, but eventually she lost her balance and

toppled over, to lie twitching on the floor making pathetic animal noises.

“I think that Christmas turkey is done, boys,” Santa said, grinning as he

unplugged the lights.

“Yeah,” one of them said. “I always preferred my turkey zapped instead of

baked, any way. Zapping them is quicker.”

“I guess everyone will be wanting to get a piece of her succulent white

breast meat, heh?” Santa said.

The goons jumped atop her. Someone pulled off her thong, exposing her

moist cunt to their vile eyes and foul touch. Then she was pulled every

which way but loose. They groped and fondled her trembling body for an

eternity, after that. But finally, Santa called a halt to their

festivities.

“Let’s get this turkey trussed up, and go find her partner in crime,” Santa

said.

Flag Girl was pulled out of the lights. First, they wrapped Christmas

lights around her super sexy body, criss-crossing between her tits, and

around them. Then wrapped the lights around her narrow waist and slender

neck. And finally, the cords of the Christmas lights here wrapped around

her wrists, and ankles, leaving her on her belly at their feet, hogtied.

Then they plugged the lights in. This time, though, there was no jolt of

electricity. They had the damaged strings to one side. But her bonds were

flashing merrily all around her shapely body.

Santa knelt beside her and pulled two syringes out of a pouch on his belt.

Her eyes widened at the sight of them. Then he pressed one into each tit

and injected her with the frightening drug.

Almost immediately, she felt an intense burning in her bountiful breasts.

She gasped and groaned.

“You won’t get away with this,” she said. “Ms Americana will get you, for

sure.”

And then it got worse.

“Hang her,” Santa commanded. “String her up, boys.”

# # #

Ms Americana raced after the cowardly burglars. As suspected, they went

straight into the kitchen. She heard their cries of dismay and fear when

they reached that dead end. The bolt lock on the kitchen door outside had

to be opened with a key, inside and out. No one would be going through that

door.

“Oops, I did it again,” she said, entering the kitchen. “I went off and

captured a couple idiots breaking the law.” She struck her patented super

heroine pose and leveled steely blue eyes on them. “Give it up, boys. The

game is over.”

“Wrong,” one of them said angrily. He snatched up a plastic bottle and

hurled it at her. “The game has just begun.”

Ms Americana swatted the gallon plastic bottle. But instead of being

batted to the side, like it should’ve, the bottle ruptured and drenched her.

Its contents were splattered all over the tiles around her.

“What the?” she said, disgusted. Wiping it off her face, she looked

herself. “Cooking oil? Yuck.”

She tried in vain to wipe the oil off. Instead, her body gleamed wetly

with the slippery oil. Not a square inch of her magnificent body was spared

from the oily sheen.

“Ooo, Ms Americana all oiled up and ready to play.”

“Like a stripper or oil wrestler,” the other said.

The look of hunger and lust in both of their eyes was revolting. She

scowled at them and clenched her fists. She’d never been so humiliated. Ms

Americana just prayed she had time to shower and put on another costume

before the police arrived to haul the burglars away. Then she noticed the

two lusty goons separate and start moving to opposite sides of her.

“Dullards,” Ms Americana sighed. She paused to massage her aching tits a

second, before noticing how excited it made the two miscreants watching her.

“You misguided social rejects are so predictable. You always chose the

hardest way out when caught. When will you learn that you have no chance

against a superior woman like myself? I am the Queen of Justice, and you

cannot defeat me.”

“We’ll see,” one of them said. “How do your tits feel? Nice and achy and

….TIGHT?”

In fact, the skin of her breasts were growing taut. Very taut. They felt

as if they might explode if she didn’t do something fast.

“Tell me, what did he do to me?” she demanded.

“You’ll find out, Ameri-Tits,” he said smugly. “But first we’re going to

have some fun with you.”

“You’re welcome to try, miscreant.”

Ms Americana smiled wickedly. Now the fun would begin. She spread her

feet, into a fighting stance…..and slipped. The Queen of Justice fell flat

on her well rounded butt with a loud SPLAT. The jostling of her tits sent

waves of semi-pleasure, semi-pain from her tits through her body. She

gasped and clutched at her massive mammaries to still them.

“Ha! Did you see that?” a goon said. “She can’t stand up because of the

oil on the floor.”

“We got her now,” the other agreed.

“You have nothing, dogs,” she growled, and tried to stand.

Ms Americana fell flat on her massive tits. Oh, and that hurt! They

laughed, but neither of them moved any closer. That gave her a moment of

satisfaction. Fear of her super strength and cunning would keep their

lecherous hands at bay. Time was on her side, any way.

“When Flag Girl gets here you two are toast,” she threatened.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be counting on your sexy sidekick coming to the rescue, Ms

Ameri-Ho,” Santa said, as he led in the rest of his helpers. Suddenly, she

found herself surrounded by all ten burglars. And they all had

frighteningly satisfied looks on their faces. “Flag Twat seems content to

‘hang out’ in the Great Room.”

The goons all laughed at their private joke. But she didn’t find it funny

at all.

“What have you done to Flag Girl? If you hurt one hair on her head, I

swear I will pound you into the ground.”

“Oh, but you are wrong, Ameri-cow, for you and your sexy sidekick are the

one about to get pounded into the ground,” Santa said, smugly. He produced

a pair of handcuffs. “Or, more correctly, BANGED into submission! Get her,

boys.”

All ten of them surrounded Ms Americana, just outside of the oil splatters.

To get to her, they would have to enter the slippery zone, at which time

she was sure their advantage would vanish and once again she would reign

supreme.

The burglars charged her at the same time. Within seconds she found

herself at the bottom of a pile of men. They grasped at her body, but

couldn’t hold on due to the oil saturating her. But, one of them did get

hold of her bikini bottoms and rip it off. She froze when her sex was

exposed to their sight and exploitation.

“Stop it! Stop!” she cried angrily. “I am Ms Americana! You cannot treat

me like this. I refuse to be mistreated and disrespected!” Someone seized

her left tight in a tight grasp, while another pinched her right nipple, and

a third ran an oily, slippery finger up her cunt. “Aaiiiieee, PIGS!”

It took two men per arm, but soon both of her arms were forced behind her

back and Santa snapped the cuffs on her. She trashed and twisted, but

couldn’t escape them.

“You’ll never get away with this,” she threatened. “Justice will prevail

in the end.”

“But first we’ll all sample your end,” Santa said to the laughter of her

cohorts. “Ho ho ho! I’ve wanted to butt-fuck you from the day you appeared

on the scene, Ameri-whore.”

“Who hasn’t!” another man crowed.

“Best ass in the super heroine business, bar none,” another injected.

“You all disgusted me,” she growled, and began struggling again. Those

evil men held onto her tightly, all the while groping and fondling her

unmercifully. “Let go of me! I order you to release me this instant.”

The burglars ignore her demands and threats. Ms Americana was dragged out

of the circle of cooking oil and plopped down on the cold tiles. Santa and

his men took the time to towel off as much of the oil off themselves as

possible, but left her soaked and enticingly glistening in the light, her

muscle definition and wicked curves all perfectly displayed.

“Look at them titanic tits, boys,” Santa said, smacking his lips as he

knelt beside her. She glowered threateningly at him, but he ignored her in

his fascination with her oily, swollen 44DDs. “Her legendary 44DDs are

probably triple Ds now!”

Glancing down, Ms Americana had to agree. She’d never been so FULL.

“Let’s see if she’s ready for a taste,” Santa said, and reached for her

tits.

Santa seized both of her engorged tits and pressed them brutally together.

To her horror, and everyone else’s joy, twin jets of milk shot out.

“Time to milk this cow, and enjoy the milk and cookies she offered us so

generously earlier,” Santa said.

Ms Americana was forced to her knees while one of the men hurried out of

the room. A couple of the men started probing her asshole and pussy with

bold fingers. Another pair started playing with her enormous, sloshing

tits, pinching her nipples into firmness and seizing out tiny jets of milk

every so often to everyone’s wicked glee.

“Ohhhh, dammit,” she groaned when the man finger fucking her vagina,

suddenly decided to toy with her clitoris instead. Until that moment she

didn’t realize how aroused she was, especially her clit. It was an instant

jolt through her panting, overheated body when he touched her clit. A jolt

that awoke a monster long dormant. “I’m willing to bargain with you.

Release me and Flag Girl, and we will let you go free.” He flicked the

clit. “Oh!”

“No deals, Ms Fuckable-ana,” Santa said. “The Queen of Fuck and Flag Fuck

are ours to play with tonight!”

The burglar that left earlier returned. He brought a portable milking

machine. Ms Americana just stared incredulously a long moment.

“No!” she cried. “You’ll ruin my tits!”

She struggled to no avail. Soon the milking machine was plugged in and

suction cups attached to both nipples. Santa quickly turned on the machine,

and she felt pressure on her nips immediately. Ms Americana watched in rapt

horror as her pretty pink nipples, now hypersensitive and tingling with

sexual pleasure, suddenly elongated and filled up the twin suction cups.

Seconds later, white milk filled the clear plastic tubes between her tits

and the machine.

As the clear glass bottle attached to the milking machine started to fill,

Santa moved behind the vanquished super heroine and dropped his pants. She

was preoccupied with the abuse of her titanic tits, so was utterly surprised

when his massive cock pressed up against her well oiled and extensively

finger fucked asshole.

“Oh! Wait!”

Too late. Santa thrust his hips and impaled the Queen of Justice upon his

erect rod. She could only gasp and groan, with that lovely look of shock on

her too beautiful face. Santa was in heaven. So he thrust again, harder,

and easily slid another five inches deeper. He watched her fingers

clutching at thin air, handcuffed behind her back. Her shoulder muscled

contracted, showing she was straining at the steel cuffs, but unable to

break free. So he pulled almost out, and shoved it home again. This time

he slid all the way inside her.

“It’s feels so good to win,” Santa said. “Oh, yeah. This is my darkest,

most treasured erotic fantasy come true. I’m butt-fucking Ms Americana.”

“This is sooooo wrong,” Ms Americana gasped out. She panted a moment,

feeling her libido all fired up. Heat infused her entire body. Her twat

and tits were all tingly with sexual pleasure. And it disgusted her. “So

wrong.”

All the while the evil milking machine chugged along, sucking her mother’s

milk out of her engorged breasts. The quart bottle was half full. And it

felt so good, so right.

Suddenly, Ms Americana’s blue eyes snapped open wide. The heat and erotic

tingling infusing her shapely body changed. She understood what it meant.

They had pushed her past the threshold. She was embroiled in that

frightened, wonderful rush toward orgasm.

“Please stop before you destroy something wonderful,” she gasped, but knew

it was too late. “Great Liberty! Oh! Oh! OH!

Aeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Ms Americana felt her super strength and endurance flow out of her like the

milk from her breasts. That too felt erotic, and she lost it again.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” she cried from a weaker orgasm. “Oh, please stop.”

One of the men switched the milk bottle with another, and started to pour

them all glasses of her milk. That sight sent her over the edge again. And

again.

Ms Americana’s pussy was quivering from the orgasms, causing vibrations

Santa felt inside her ass. Then when she came, her sphincter tightened and

quivered as well, sending him to the edge as well. Then one of his men

handed him a glass of Ms Americana’s still hot mother’s milk. He took a

deep drink of her sweet milk.

“Victory!” he cried, spewing his seed deep inside the hated super heroine.

Then he drained the glass. “Ho ho ho! I’m turning the Queen of Justice

into the Queen of Cows!”

With his hard cock still deep inside her asshole, Santa grabbed her long,

black mane and jerked her head back painfully. A glass was pressed to her

full, red lips. It was tilted and she was forced to drink her own milk, all

the while Santa kept pounding his massive cock up her super sensitive

asshole, turning her insides into jelly. Making her even more helpless.

The milk was hot and fatty….delicious.

Ms Americana climaxed again.

“Now, boys, that’s what a defeated super heroine looks and tastes like,”

Santa said, as he finally pulled out of her and went over to join his men

drinking Ms Americana milk and eating Christmas cookies. Then he looked

back at her, and said, “Some of the boys are out front, doing the same to

Flag Girl. Would you like to see?”

The milking machine was removed. Ms Americana sighed with relief. But

her relief was short lived, for two men seized her upper arms and pulled her

to wobbly foot. Then she was half-dragged out of the kitchen and to the

entrance foyer. There she made a horrible discovery.

Flag Girl was hanging from the second floor balcony overlooking the

two-story high entrance. She was wrapped in twinkling Christmas lights,

hanging hogtied about waist high off the floor.

Two men were pushing Flag Girl back and forth between them. One had his

cock up her twat; the other had his down her throat. In her motion back and

forth, she never quite came off either penis, so was being fucked stupid

front and back. All the while the Christmas lights wrapped around her

luscious body flashed merrily.

As she watched her sexy sidekick being fucked, she saw Flag Girl’s body

tighten up, and then shudder violently. She climaxed, and hard. The men

all laughed and they watched until both burglars released their cum inside

the helpless teen heroine.

Then Ms Americana was dragged back into the Great Room. Like Flag Girl,

she was wrapped in Christmas lights and hogtied with those same strings of

light. Then the lights were plugged in to flash merrily all around her

spectacular, well-oiled and bound body.

“Something is missing,” Santa said, dropping to one knee in front of her.

“Oh yes, I do remember the amusement you had when I was shocked by the

Christmas lights. Hardly seems fair that your lights don’t shock you the

same way, don’t you think?”

“Please, haven’t you done enough to both of us?”

Santa picked up a string of lights. In each hand was a bare wire. Ms

Americana swallowed hard and struggled fruitlessly.

“No, not nearly enough,” Santa said, evil gleaming in his eyes. “I think

it is time you DANCED for us, Ms Ameri-shocked.”

He pressed both ends of the wire to her nipples, one exposed wire into each

nipple. Electricity ripped through Ms Americana. She lost control of her

body immediately. She felt her tightly bound body twitching and convulsing.

Then after a few seconds he freed her from the current, before laughing

and shocking her nips again.

Flag Girl was dragged into the Great Room while Santa was amusing himself.

She was plopped down beside her mentor and personal heroine, and bare wires

were pressed into her nipples as well. And the wicked burglars spent the

next hour shocking the hapless heroines, until both was drenched in sweat

and panting with exhaustion and defeat.

“Will Ameri-cunt be a good, obedient girl?” Santa asked.

“Ameri-cunt is a good girl,” she gasped desperately. “I’ll be good. I

promise.”

“Will Flag Cunt be a good girl too?” he said, turning to her sidekick.

“Yes! I’m a good girl, Santa!” she cried.

“Are you my good girls?”

“Flag Cunt is your good girl, Santa,” Flag Girl said.

“Americana…er….Ameri-cunt is your good girl, too, Santa.” The vanquished

Queen of Justice gasped out miserably.

“If either of you do ANYTHING I don’t like, they you BOTH will be punished.

Like this,” Santa said, and the bare wires were pressed into their

hypersensitive, much abused nipples. He let them twitch helplessly for

several minutes before releasing them. “Do you understand and agree to my

terms?”

“Yes!” they cried in unison.

“Good girls,” he said. “Ho ho ho! We’re about to have a Merry Christmas

indeed, boys. Ameri and Flag cunt for everyone!”

The pit group in the Great Room was moved into a circle. Santa and his men

all sat down, with Ms Americana and Flag Girl in the center of the circle.

Then the two defeated super heroines were released from their painful

bounds, though each still had the twinkling lights wrapped around their

shapely bodies.

“Now, I know a pair of white slavers who’d love to get their hands on you

two, and I will sell you both to one of them tomorrow,” Santa said, enjoying

the looks of despair on their beautiful masked faces. “But first, I’ll

give you a chance to EARN some mercy. One of the white slavers specializes

in sending girls to very evil men, the other sends them to brothels in Third

World Countries. If you both please us mightily tonight, then I’ll just

unmask you and sell you to the second slaver, who won't know who you really

are, so will only sell you to brothels. If any of us are not pleased then

you both go to the other slaver, AS Ms Americana and Flag Girl.” He gave

them a woeful look. “You will not fare well in his unmerciful hands, I can

promise that.”

“We understand,” Ms Americana all but whispered.

“Good girls,” Santa said, leaning back with a pleased smile. “See them

boys? The mightiest crime fighting duo in the world has been humbled and

tamed by us. Isn’t victory sweet?”

“Yes!” they all cried.

“Okay, girls, start at opposite side of the circle and start fucking.”

Flag Girl moved first. She swallowed hard and crawled to Santa. As she

gently pushed Santa’s knees wide, she heard Ms Americana gasp. Glancing

back over her shoulder, she saw her mentor’s head drop and her shoulder’s

sag. Then Ms Americana crawled to the man opposite Santa and spread his

knees wide. Turning back, she slowly unzipped Santa and began stroking his

semi-erect cock.

In no time Flag Girl had Santa fully erect, and moved in closer. For a

second, she locked eyes with him, then lowered her mouth to the purple,

rubbery head of his dick. And sucked it into her hot, wet mouth.

Santa’s thick fingers quickly sank deep into her silky blonde tresses. She

sucked and bobbed her head up and down, giving her hated and feared enemy

great pleasure. Indeed, she was desperate to give him pleasure. Not just

for herself, but for Ms Americana. If she failed at this task Santa had

given her, then they would both suffer the most insidious fate imaginable.

Better to be whores in a seedy Third World dockside brothel than be handed

over to their enemies.

She soon had Santa rock hard and groaning with pleasure. Then he pulled

her up onto his lap, and Flag Girl understood what he wanted. So she

straddled him, and guided his triumphant cock into her cunt.

“Ooooooo,” she groaned as she lowered herself onto him, as she impaled

herself upon his cock. And it was a big cock too. “I can’t take much more

of this, Santa. You’re too big. I’m just a girl. So small and weak.

Mercy.”

Kneeling, straddling him, Flag Girl grasped his shoulders and started to

bounce up and down upon his huge cock. It felt incredible. It was

wonderfully delicious. And after ten minutes, and seven mind numbing

climaxes, she finally made him cum.

Santa passed her to the man on his left.

Flag Girl was turned around, saw Ms Americana giving head, and then he

impaled Flag Girl up her ass.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“Ho ho ho!” Santa said. “Fuck the SHIT out of her!”

Hot cum filled Ms Americana’s mouth as Santa called out. She swallowed and

swallowed, getting most of it. Some dribbled down her chin, but she used a

finger to scoop it up and back into her mouth. The burglar seemed pleased

by her “extra” effort, and passed her to his left. The next man already had

his cock out and was stroking it as he watch the two overwhelmed super

heroines do their wicked bidding.

“How can I please you?” she asked.

“Call me master,” he demanded.

“How can I please you, master,” she said, almost choking on the word.

“Straddle me,” he demanded. She obeyed, and then guided his cock to her

throbbing pussy. Ms Americana quickly found herself well impaled, and

started bobbing her butt up and down, giving him immense pleasure. Then he

seized her tits in both hands as she laid her gloved hands on his shoulders

for balance as she rode him to ecstasy. “Now, give me some of that super

heroine milk, baby.”

Ms Americana leaned forward, and he immediately sucked in one of her

sensitive nipples. He sucked hard on that nipple, all the while fondling

her tits while she rode his cock. It only took a short moment before she

felt the milk start to flow into his eager mouth.

Everything combined to drive her libido crazy. She was shocked how fast

the warmth, turned to an erotic tingle, and then into that mad rush to

climax. In less than a minute Ms Americana was ravaged by an orgasm, then

another and another. Each more powerful than the last. Being fucked and

milked at the same time was more than she could take.

She buried her gloved fingers into his hair and bent over to kiss his

forehead passionately.

“Oh, master,” she breathed, and kissed him again. “Fuck me. Oh, Great

Liberty, fuck me.”

Long before he finished with her and passed her along, Ms Americana was

utterly lost beyond hope of escape and salvation. The next man fully

enjoyed her changed state of mind, as she enthusiastically fucked him

stupid. When she moved to the next man, he was laying there spent and

exhausted, glazed eyed. Well fucked, and knew it.

“Look at them, boys,” Santa crowed. “They’ve lost control of themselves.

They’ve turned into fuck machines. Hungry, insatiable sex machines.”

And they were, too. Both super heroines were using every trick in the

book, and then some, to give their captors intense, mind-boggling pleasure.

And, by doing so, they were consumed by sexual pleasure themselves.

Pleasure they had so long denied themselves, so they could fuel their power

belts with sexual frustration. Now well fucked and de-powered, they turned

into sex starved animals.

For the next six hours Ms Americana and Flag Girl fucked, sucked, danced

and did anything and everything imaginable to sate their captors’ lusty

appetites. As men passed out from sexual exhaustion, smiles plastered

across their faces, the super heroines woke them back up with mind blowing

head, then fucked them again.

But all good things had to end, and near daybreak both women discovered

they couldn’t rouse any of the men from their satisfied slumber. At first

it was terribly frustrating, since they weren’t sated yet. But then their

senses began to return to them.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried, turning mischievous blue eyes on Flag

Girl. “We’ve fucked them unconscious.”

“That means we’re free,” Flag Girl said, astonished. Her beautiful face

brightened, blue eyes twinkling with renewed hope and joy. “We’ve won!

We’ve captured the Christmas Bandit and gang.”

“Yes we have, my friend,” she said, standing up on wobbly legs. She lathed

some cold cum off her titanic tits with her hands, then wiped it off on

Santa’s beard. “Bastard.”

“Now what, Ms A?” Flag Girl said.

“First, we tie them all up with Christmas lights,” she said, scowling at

the lights still wrapped sensuously around her body. “Then we make

ourselves presentable before calling Commissioner Borden and the police.”

# # #

An hour later, the drive up to Wade Manor was filled with police cars,

lights flashing. Commission Borden, Ms Americana and Flag Girl stood just

outside the main doors into the fabulous mansion as Santa and his cohorts

were dragged out, cursing and grumbling.

“Well done, Ms Americana,” Commissioner Borden said, smiling widely. “You

kept your promise to capture the Christmas Bandit and you came through

splendidly.”

“Again,” Flag Girl added, smiling proudly at Ms Americana.

“How did you do it?” he said.

“Oh,” Ms Americana said, smiling and winking at Flag Girl. “Let’s just say

they underestimated us. As you can see, Commission, they were no match for

a pair of superior women.”

THE END