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MS AMERICANA: DR ROBOTO

By Dark One

Ms Americana was heading home after a long, fruitful night of crime fighting. She’d foiled a record five convenience store robberies, captured two fugitives from the law and even caught a mugger red-handed.

“It’s good to be me,” she said, grinning.

Out the corner of her baby blue eyes she saw a light pop on inside a jewelry shop. It was 2:15 A.M. so no employee should be there. The super sexy super heroine smiled. One more bust for her record setting night. The other Delta City super heroines would be so jealous.

The vigilant vigilante slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the street. She jumped out and ran over to the shop. Looking through the front window, she spotted three dark shapes quickly and efficiently cleaning out the display cases. It was a high end jeweler, with high security display cases with shatterproof glass. Those cases should be as secure as a bank vault, but the burglars knew how to open them.

“Looks like an inside job to me,” she muttered.

Normally, she’d just break through the front window and capture the culprits. But the front windows were also shatterproof glass, and that made the super heroine proof, too. Now the shop was in the middle of a block of shops, so she’d normally have to run around the end and back up the alley to get to the back door. But it was a small one story shop, so she simply leapt atop the roof, ran to the back and jumped back down. A large, black, late model sedan waited by the door with the engine running.

Ms Americana hurried into the door. Once inside she slowed down and became more cautious. She didn’t need a “guard” burglar coming up behind her and chloroforming her unconscious. It had happened enough times to make her doubly cautious. So she checked all of the offices as she moved up the hallway, ensuring all were empty.

All the while she could hear the burglars moving with silent efficiency. They were the absolute quietest she’d ever encountered. There was no speaking between them at all. The sexy super heroine was impressed despite herself.

Peeking into the showroom, she counted three men systematically cleaning out the display cases. They were all dressed exactly alike: Black pants, shirts and pullover wool caps covering their faces. They moved with machinelike precision and efficiency. But she knew how to throw a monkey wrench into their plans.

“Hello, boys. See anything you like?” she said, stepping into the room and turning on the main overhead lights. “Oh, apparently you like EVERYTHING.” The sexy super heroine grinned as they all stopped and turned toward here. “Your misspent lives of crime are officially over, this declares Ms Americana!”

They just stood there. Staring at her…without faces. They weren’t wearing wool caps. They had blank black heads, devoid of features.

“Female,” one said with an electronic voice.

“Tall, strong,” another said.

“Scantily clad,” the third said.

“Analyze,” they said in unison. “Super heroine.”

“Super heroine’s must be neutralized.”

“Neutralize.”

“Neutralize.”

“Well, now, three robots,” she said, watching with one raised brow as they moved quickly to encircle her. They were all about six foot five, but slimly built. How strong could they be? And even is strong, their software seemed to be kind of slow. “Take me to your leader.”

“Super heroine trying to be funny.”

“Execute sequence Bravo Two Niner,” another said.

As one the three robots lunged at Ms Americana. She thought sequence Bravo Two Niner rather simple. Too simple to capture a super heroine, much less the Queen of Justice herself. The sexy super heroine was a little offended their creator hadn’t respected super heroines more than that.

Ms Americana ducked between two robots, spun and kicked on in the head. It fell down, but immediately regain its feet. Another robot was reaching for her, so she grabbed its wrist and flipped it over her hip. Unfortunately, the robot managed to grab her top and it was pulled off her shapely body as the robot hit the ground.

“Hey! Give that back,” Ms Americana commanded.

“Got her,” the last robot said, grabbing her arms just above the elbows and pulling them back.

“Let me go,” she hissed, struggling in vain. The robots were stronger than her, and she couldn’t break free. Then the other two rushed towards her, reaching for her. “Get away from me.”

“Must neutralize Ms Americana,” one said, reaching around her waist.

She squeaked in surprised as it unfastened her power belt and pulled it away. The helpless heroine felt the super strength bleeding from her suddenly vulnerable body. While that robot turned to put her golden power belt into a bag of loot, the other robot moved right in front of her.

“Must neutralize Ms Americana,” it said, reached down and ripped off her thong bottoms.

“Hey now! This is going way too far,” she cried. Suddenly, her baby blues widened as she looked down to see a ten inch, very thick phallic device extend from the robot’s crotch. The distinct buzzing sound of a powerful vibrator filled the air. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Ms Americana has the Aphrodite gene. She is highly susceptible to sexual stimulation,” it said in that annoying electronic voice. “Just a few climaxes and she will be helpless.”

The robot reached down, grabbed her legs above the knees and spread them wide as it pulled them up to either side of it. The sexy super heroine could only watch in morbid fascination as the robot pulled her pussy up to his cock level, and pushed into her body with machine like precision. The vibrator was stronger than she suspected, and atoned to her body perfectly.

“Neutralization sequence begun,” the robot said.

“Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhh,” she groaned, eyes rolling up and back arching.

The second robot returned and pulled off her top. Her 38Gs tumbled out, bouncing as the other robot fucked her hard and fast. But the vivacious vigilante didn’t care. All that mattered in her little world was that vibrating robot cock sliding in and out of her defenseless body.

“She is weakening,” the robot holding her said. “Increase rate of pumping.”

“Uuugugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out, feeling what little self control she had slipping away. She heard the second robot return, and then it’s hand grabbed her mask and pulled it off. That so shook the shapely heroine that she lost control and a monster climax slammed her. “Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!”

“Neutralizing Ms Americana phase one complete,” the robot said. The other robot removed her boots. “Ms Americana has climaxed, so is incapable of fighting off any more climaxes.”

“I will smash you all to junk! Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!” she cried. Then another climax smacked her down. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh my Goddess, I am TAMED!”

“Ms Americana is tamed. Now to complete neutralization process,” the robot holding her said, as the second robot pulled off her tiara and left to put it in the loot bag, too. Her arms were released, and the robot holding her thrust its vibrating cock up her butt. “Final sequence initiated.”

Sandwiched between the two robots fucking her, Ms Americana just stared into space with disbelief as the third robot removed her gloves, choker and earrings. She was completely stripped and didn’t even have the wherewithal to know it anymore.

For thirty minutes the two robots fucked the legendary Queen of Justice, front and back. They were relentless, unyielding. She was quickly consumed by machinegun orgasms. Once finished, the robots stepped away for the naked woman, and she teetered a second, then fell face first to the floor.

“Ms Americana has been neutralized.”

With that, the robots finished looting the store, and left. Ms Americana was left face down on the floor, utterly defeated and tamed. The sound of sirens woke her. She stumbled to her feet, realized she was naked and unmasked, and took off running. It was close, but the vanquished vigilante just managed to slip away before the police arrived.

Back at her car, the sexy super heroine’s arousal was quickly turning to rage. In her trunk she kept a spare costume. She had replacements for everything, except the power belt. She had a spare belt, but it was back at Wade Manor. But still, once back in red, white and blue bikini costume and blue, star-spangled mask she felt like her old self and quite invincible.

“Those fools,” she snarled, turning on a GPS tracking device. “If they would have taken me prisoner, I wouldn’t been helpless to defend myself. As it turns out, I am free and quite capable of still taking them down.” She watched the display, at a blinking dot moving across the city. “Heck, if they hadn’t taken my power belt they could’ve escaped my wrath at least for tonight.”

Her power belt had a built in GPS homing device. No one stole her power belt and got away with it. She started her car, and headed after them. They lead her all the way across town, to a small suburb of Delta City. It was a bedroom community, with mostly middle class homes. The sedan for the crime scene was parked in the driveway of a single story brick home. The lights in the house were on even at that late hour.

“Now to deal with the evil man that controls those robber robots,” she said, striding confidently toward the front door.

The super sexy Queen of Justice just walked up to the front door and kicked it open. She was inside in a flash. Three robots and a middle-aged geeky looking man starred at her.

“Ms Americana!” he cried.

“And you might you be, Mister?” she said, smirking at the look of fear on his bespectacled face.

“I am Dr. Roboto,” he said, standing taller and prouder. “Master roboteer.”

“Whatever. You, sir, are a criminal,” she said. “And tonight your criminal career comes to an end. So declares Ms Americana!”

“Robots! Defend,” he cried as she stepped towards him. “Neutralize the super heroine. Neutralize Ms Americana!”

They all turned on the statuesque super heroine. She scowled at them. A random thought crossed her fertile mind, of what they did to her at the jewelry shop. Her throat tightened, it became hard to breath, and butterflies danced in her lower belly. It last just long enough to startle her, and then the outrage and anger took over.

“I’m going to smash your evil robots to smithereens,” she said through clenched teeth.

“I see you enjoyed your earlier encounter with them,” Dr. Roboto said, leering as he reached into a sack of loot and pulled out her red, white and blue strapless bikini top that they took. “I guess you’ve already been neutralized, so you know what that entails, huh?”

“Neutralize Ms Americana,” one robot said as it stepped toward her, arms extended.

“Neutralize,” another said.

“Neutralize,” the last said.

They quickly encircled the vivacious vigilante. She dropped into a defensive stance, taking their threat much more seriously this time. When one rushed her from her left rear, she caught its wrist and hurled it into another robot.

“Ha! Take that, vile robots,” she said.

The third robot charged her. Ms Americana leapt up in a backwards flip, over the head of the robot. That move seemed to confuse it. She landed behind it, picked up a straight back chair and smashed it over the robot’s head. It fell down, but got right back up.

“Hard headed, huh?” she said. “No problem. I’m a superior woman, with a superior intellect.”

“How do you figure that?” Dr. Roboto said. “My robots are controlled by the most advanced computers available.”

“Ah, but they were programmed by a MAN,” she said. “That gives me the advantage.”

“Robots, Neutralization Sequence Alpha Six Niner,” Dr. Robot commanded. “Engage.”

All three robots jumped up to attention for a second, let out a series of beeps, and moved into positions. Ms Americana dropped into a fighting stance, baby blues narrowed. Then she noticed that all three robots had just two fingers extended on each hand, and tiny blue electric arcs were jumping between the two fingers. Suddenly the Peace Sign didn’t look so peaceful.

“You don’t really think that will work on me, do you?” she said.

Actually, if those really were Tazers, they would work quite well on her body. Some super heroines were virtually immune to them, but not her. One Tazer could drop her like a sack of potatoes, depending on how powerful it was.

“Neutralize,” all three said together. “Neutralize.”

“How about my mantra being ‘Pulverize!’” the sexy super heroine said.

Ms Americana rushed the robot in front of her. She kicked straight up and connected with its chin. The robots arms cartwheeled, but it fell straight back anyway. She heard the other two robots charging from behind, so flipped straight back and over them. Again, that move confused them.

“Ha! It seems you didn’t think of everything, Dr. Roboto,” Ms Americana said, laughing. But she stopped laughing with the downed robot got right back up and joined its cohorts. “You’re robots are tough cookies, but not tough enough to withstand a full on attack by MS AMERICANA!”

The beautiful, shapely Queen of Justice charged the three robots. Rage filled her heart, and she wanted vengeance for earlier that night. She wanted to break them up into little pieces. She wanted JUSTICE.

The statuesque beauty charged the robots, kicking and punching. One went flipping backwards over the sofa, then she kicked out the fight of another, before thrust kicking the last one in the chest and sending it through the living room window.

“Robots are no match for Ms Americana,” she declared, baby blues flashing.

“Robots, increase speed to maximum,” Dr. Roboto command.

“What? They can go faster?” Ms Americana said.

The robot outside the window jumped back through and tackled the sexy super heroine. Together they crashed into the dining room table and chairs. Ms Americana felt like she’d been whacked by a dozen pieces of hard wood. The robot didn’t act like it felt a thing. She found herself on her back, under the robot. Suddenly electricity arced between its two extended fingers.

Baby blues wide, she put her red booted feet against its chest as it thrust his Tazer fingers at her belly, and she kicked him away just as he touched her. The electrical shock was painful.

“Uuuggghh,” she cried. Fortunately, he didn’t get a good shot at her. She was just shocked a bit. A painful bit, but not enough to put her down. “You’ll pay dearly for that.”

Ms Americana struggled out of the tangle of chairs and shattered table.

“Oooh, I see nipple,” Dr. Roboto said. “Yummy.”

“What?” she said, looking down at her 38Gs.

The left cup dropped just enough to expose half her nipple. Ms Americana tugged it up to cover her nipple. Unfortunately, by doing so she took her eyes off her foes. A distracted super heroine is an easy target.

Dr. Roboto watched her turn on the robots. He smiled, one hand on a straight back chair. As she focused on the robotic threat, he whipped the chair around and smashed it over her head.

“Uuggh,” Ms Americana grunted.

Without her power belt the super shapely super heroine couldn’t take such abuse. The sneaky, cowardly blow left her dazed and staggering, her head spinning. She knew she was vulnerable. She knew she was in grave danger, but just couldn’t focus her mind.

Dr. Roboto watched with a big smile as his robots converged on the gorgeous Queen of Justice. They jabbed her with all six of their Tazer hands, and Ms Americana reacted gloriously.

“Yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!” Ms Americana cried. Her body froze, went extremely rigid for a second. She lost all control of her voluntary muscles as her back arched and head rolled back. It felt like they zapped her for hours, but when they finally released her the sexy super heroine’s baby blues rolled up, and she crumbled bonelessly at their feet. “Oooooooooo.”

“Well done, my robots,” Dr. Roboto said, eyes full of wicked glee. “Now, pick her up and take her downstairs to my laboratory.”

He watched as two robots grabbed her wrists and ankles, lifted the unconscious beauty up, and took her down into the basement. Dr. Roboto followed, rubbing his hands together with delight at what he was about to do.

He directed them in strapping her down spread-eagle atop a table that was adjustable and perfectly matched her shape. Then he removed her top and bottoms. He smacked his lips as he looked her over, with rising arousal. Moving up between her wide spread legs, he admired her neatly trimmed pubic patch, so tiny and perfectly waxed. Of course with her skimpy costume bottoms, she couldn’t go out without a good waxing.

“Mmm,” she grunted when he pulled open her bubblegum pink cunt lips, and then started rubbing her clit. She was still out, but looked to be coming around slowly. So he gave that pussy a good sniff, and then a hard lick. “Mmm.”

“She likes that,” he said, laughing. Dr. Roboto buried his face in her lap and really began eating out her bikini waxed pussy. Her clit grew, fully engorged and highly sensitive. When he started licking and sucking on that, her back arched and she really let out a long, sensuous groan. “She really is a naturally born slut.”

Ms Americana woke to those words. Her body was at the brink of climax. She realized Dr. Roboto was eating her pussy, and had taken her that far while she was unconscious. Her traitorous body would willingly climax if she wasn’t always vigilant and suppressing it. He caught her with her defenses down.

“Stop it before….No…no….Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, baby blues wide in disbelief. “Great Liberty, I’ve been captured, stripped and forced to climax.”

Dr. Roboto stopped, stepped back with a leer and stripped quickly. Then he crawled up atop her.

“What are you doing? Are you insane? Why are you looking at my breasts like that?” Ms Americana said, struggling vainly in her bondage.

Dr. Roboto was straddling her narrow waist, enjoying the feel of her struggling beneath him. He never felt so powerful. At thirty-five he was finally going to lose his virginity, with Ms Americana. And her jiggling tits were mesmerizing.

“Get off me, you geek,” she cried. He ignored her, reaching for those gorgeous milky mounts instead. “Hey, I said don’t touch me! Ooh, man, that feels….Uuggh. Stop it. Leave my sacred body alone, and stop fondling my breasts.”

“Your titties are the best, Ms Americana,” Dr. Roboto whispered, and lowered his mouth to an erect, hard nipple. “Mmmmmmm.”

Ms Americana continued to struggle with all her considerable might, despite no power belt. Dr. Roboto enjoyed the ride, but was almost totally consumed by her titanic tits. Her skin was so soft and warm and silky smooth. Her titty meat was so firm and bouncy, and she tasted so damn good. He lost himself in her tits, fondling, kissing, sucking and nibbling for a good forty minutes, until….

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Ms Americana cried, consumed by another orgasm. “Great Liberty! I feel so weak. Can’t take another…Ooooggggghhhhhhhh. Please stop. You’re destroying something unique and beautiful.”

“How about we do this instead,” Dr. Roboto said, turning around so that his cock was above her face and his face was above her twat. She closed her mouth tight when he tried to push his dick inside. So he reached down and TWISTED a hyper-sensitive nipple. Ms Americana screamed, and he thrust deep into her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Suck it like the skanky whore you are, Ms Americana.”

Dr. Roboto laughed when she actually did suck his cock. Not that she had a choice. He might be a little geek, but he was still well endowed. Then after watching his cock slide in and out of her full red lips for a long moment, he turned back to the glory of her pussy. And buried his face back in that hot twat.

“Uuuugggggggggggghhh,” Ms Americana moaned as she felt his lips and tongue starting to drive her crazy again. The taste of cock always did a number on the sexy super heroine. Despite herself, she really liked the taste. Even the urine stench of his crotch was a turn-on. She tried desperately to throw up a defensive wall around her heart and libido, but it was already too late. As she began rolling her tongue around his hard cock, slurping, gulping, moaning and groaning, she knew he had her on the verge of a good sound taming. And she was utterly helpless to stop it. “Hhhmmmmmmm.”

“Suck it, baby, suck it,” Dr. Roboto groaned. He was so close to coming inside a woman for the first time. So close, but he was fighting to prolong the incredible feeling, prolong that ultimate experience. “Your pussy tastes almost as good as you sucking my cock feels, baby.”

He buried his face in her cunt, and really went to work on her clit. Ms Americana screamed around his cock, bucked and squirmed. He redoubled his efforts, suspecting she was would finally be tamed with the next climax. Then he lost his battle, and ballooned her cheeks with hot, sticky cum.

“Uuugghh, yeah! Yeah, baby, that was GREAT!”

“Hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana groaned, climaxing big. As they both suspected, that climax was The One. Ms Americana’s mind went blank. Her body, her natural hedonistic instincts took over. She savored her orgasm, all the while sucking with wild abandon on his cock. And came again. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her pussy became sopping wet, and Dr. Roboto lapped it all up with joy and lust. Her pussy and belly were quivering as she climaxed over and over.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhh!”

“Robots, mount the super heroine. Neutralize.”

Dr. Roboto climbed off the sexy heroine and watched as one robot mounted her quivering pussy, and another shoved his long black rubber cock down her throat. As she watched, Ms Americana’s eyes suddenly went wide and her back arched even more. Then she had a monster climax.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried, and MILK spewed out of her titanic tits. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The robots never tired, so they fucked her hard and fast, through machinegun climaxes, until Dr. Roboto was ready for another go at the vanquished vigilante. This time he wanted the whole enchilada. He wanted to fuck her pussy.

The shapely super heroine lay panting on the table after he called off his robots. Her jostling tits had softened after giving up so much milk, which now coated her shiny tits. Indeed, sweat left her entire spectacular body shiny wet. When he climbed up atop her, she looked up with dazed eyes.

“Ah, poor thing. The lights are on, but no one’s home,” he said, and laughed. “But I bet you’ll enjoy this.”

He pushed his hard cock deep into her hot, wet cunt. It felt glorious. The best feeling ever. He might be an aging geek, but he lost his virginity with the hottest heroine alive. Dr. Roboto was in sexual heaven.

The evil geek scientist humped the heavenly heroine for a good twenty minutes, and through six more forced climaxes. She was totally delirious, mindlessly fucking him just as hard as he was fucking her.

“Oh my God, you are a Fucking Machine,” he said, right after creaming her cunt. He pulled out, repositioned himself, and thrust up between her ass cheeks and deep into her anus. She grunted and groaned, but immediately started fucking him. “You’re like a robot now, mindlessly doing my bidding.” He grinned. Dr. Roboto LOVED robots. What better than an Americana robot? Or robot-like Americana? “Oh, I have such a wickedly wonderful idea. Oh yeah, baby. You are going to be mine for forever.”

After setting the robots back to fucking her, to keep her tamed and weak, Dr. Roboto started assembling his equipment. He knew exactly what to do to make his dream come true. He was going to have his living, breathing fantasy fuck robot girl of his wildest dreams, and it would be Ms Americana.

Within the hour, four beams were aimed at the sexually sated, oversexed super heroine’s head as she was getting reamed out robotically. Dr. Roboto quickly and easily completely wiped her mind of any fragment of self awareness, self-esteem. Then he began the brainwashing process, “programming” the sexy super heroine to be the fantasy robo-girl of his dreams.

Twenty-four hours later…

“Who are you. Identify yourself.”

“I am – Ms Ameri-roboto.”

Ms Americana stood before Dr. Roboto at attention. She wore her full costume, sans power belt. Her beautiful, masked face was devoid of emotion, her arms straight down at her sides, heels together, 38Gs thrust out, belly sucked in.

“I am Dr. Roboto. Your creator and master. Confirm.”

“I am your robo-slavegirl, Ms Ameri-roboto,” she said. “You are my master and creator.”

“Ameri-roboto, service Dr. Roboto’s super cocko,” he said, grinning.

“Yes, master,” she said, dropping to her knees. “Ms Ameri-roboto loves her Dr. Roboto.” She wrapped her full red lips around his shaft, and started bobbing her head with machinelike precision and efficiency. “Mmmmmm.”

“Oh yeah, baby. Dr. Roboto is going to really enjoy having his robo-girl slave, Ms Ameri-roboto.”

THE END