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MS AMERICANA: JUSTICE IS SERVED

By Dark One

“Justice is served!” Ms Americana declared as the cops put two muggers in a squad car. She’ just captured them, saving a young man from a brutal robbery. The cops arrived just as she finished mopping the streets with the two malefactors.

The curvaceous Queen of Justice, Delta City’s premier super heroine, watched the police drive away with her latest victory, a smug smile on her face. The inhabitants of Delta City’s most notorious ghetto and red light district, Lower Saxony, had watched sullen-faced. Few heroines, and even few police, patrolled that particular district, so the criminals had almost free rein to plunder. Ms Americana had decided that it was time for Justice to prevail in that ghetto.

“You’re not welcome here,” Jay-Ray said. He was a big, burly drug pusher. One of the worst, too. He was high on the sexy super heroine’s list of men to take down. “Get your fat white ass off my streets before I had it too you on a silver platter, Americana.”

Ms Americana looked Jay-Ray and four of his “soldiers” over. She knew them all too well, unfortunately. Herc was the biggest, at 7 feet even. Dion was their pretty boy “playa,” and the smallest at six foot four. Leon was Dion’s cousin, an inch taller, and a brutal bastard with a history of beating women, especially his girlfriends. Kareem was second only to Jay-Ray in the group, and second only to Herc is height at six foot ten. And Terrance was the youngest, at eighteen, but six foot five, three hundred pounds of attitude.

They were all big, black and muscular. Very intimidating looking, IF she wasn’t a super heroine. Bulges in their waist bands indicated pistols, which she had a defense against as long as the golden power belt encircled her narrow waist. Other bulges in their pockets indicated stashed drugs, or in her mind: Evidence to get a drug conviction.

The super sexy super heroine made her decision.

“Justice will once again be served by the Queen of Justice!” Ms Americana cried as she struck a super heroine pose before the five drug pushers. She enjoyed the way they all stiffened, tensing up for a big fight they had to know they could never win. “Surrender to the inevitable, or suffer the consequences, miscreants.”

“Gotcha!” a man called as he wrapped arms around the shapely Queen of Justice, pinning her arms to her side. “Hurry, take her out!”

Five big, burly street pushers rushed towards the sexy super heroine. She struggled briefly, unable to break free.

“Men!” Ms Americana said, scowling. The statuesque super heroine was as strong as ten men, but she had little leverage in her position, and he was very big and strong. In truth, she wasn’t concerned so much as embarrassed she didn’t see the sixth pusher who caught her unaware so easily. “Bunch of pigs.”

He leaned over and stuck his hot, wet tongue in her ear. So the statuesque super heroine in red, white and blue kicked straight up, hitting him in the face with her leg. It surprised him just enough, loosening his hold minutely, but enough for the crafty vigilante to break free.

“A-ha! Fool, everyone knows you can’t keep a good woman down!” she cried, spun and drove a powerful kick into the side of his head. The pounding of feet on pavement alerted her, and the acrobatic beauty did a sudden backwards flip, then kicked out in a perfect split midair, and took out two more men. “Ms Americana is indomitable!

“Indominate this,” Jay-Ray said, pounding a hard fist into her lower back.

“Ugh,” she grunted, stumbling forward a few steps. Then as he charged her, blood in his beady eyes, she brutally backhanded him. That stopped him, but didn’t take him out. A swift kick to the balls bent him over, but before she could finish him off the last two pushers attacked her. “I’ll be back, miscreant.”

Ms Americana kicked out to her left, kicking at his solar plexus. But he was cunning, dodged aside and CAUGHT her red booted foot.

“Hey! Let go, you…mmmggghhhh,” Ms Americana said, but was cut off when the last pusher pressed a damp cloth over her nose and mouth.

The Queen of Justice’s baby blues went wide when she involuntarily sucked in a big lungful of chloroform. The gas’s insidious affects were instantaneous. She was highly susceptible to all knockout gasses, and that one in particular. The hapless heroine immediately exhaled hard, expending all that foul gas. But the damage was done.

Usually, chloroform makes her panic like nothing else. This time she kept her head, and drove a brutal elbow into her attacker’s belly. He grunted and fell away, taking the chloroform soaked cloth with him.

“Great Liber…ugh...ty. You will pay for that,” Ms Americana said, hopping on one foot since the other thug still held on with an evil grin. “And you’ll pay for that.”

Ms Americana leapt up, then lashed out with her free foot. Her savage kick connected with the grinning thug’s chin, sending him reeling away. Ms Americana fell flat on her back.

Jay-Ray came flying through the air, and landed next to her, driving his elbow into her firm, flat belly. That doubled the sexy vigilante up, gasping and clutching her stomach.

Another pusher snatched her up by her long, silky black hair, dragging the helpless heroine to her knees before pressing the chloroform cloth to her face again. Gasping for breath from the brutal elbow to the belly, Ms Americana was unable to stop herself from inhaling huge quantities of the wicked knockout gas. She tried to pull his hand away as the other goons gathered around her, grinning with wicked glee.

“Mmmggghh. Uuugggghh,” she groaned, dreading the look of unnatural lust filling the dark eyes of the men watching her succumb to the vile fumes.

“I love the smell of chloroform in the air,” the thug sneered as she watched her baby blues cross, then roll up. “It smells like super heroine defeat.”

“Really?” Jay-Ray said, stepping up and unfastening her strapless, stars and stripes, star-spangled top. Her 38Gs spilled out, all plump and firm and bouncy. He grabbed two big handfuls of firm titty meat. “It feels really good to me.”

“That’s enough chloroform, bro,” another said. He grabbed the index finger of her red gloved right hand, lifted it up high and let go. It fell down bonelessly. “She’s out cold.”

“Okay, gang, it’s time to gang-bang that super babe,” Jay-Ray said, giving her titanic tits another hard squeeze. He pushed her straight back, so that she was laying back on her own feet, before he spread her knees wide. Then Jay-Ray ripped off her red, white and blue thong, gave it a deep sniff, and stuffed his battle trophy in a back pocket. “I’m first.”

Ms Americana lay before the big African American pusher, arms wide and naked. Her ginormous tits were spilled to the sides, but still sticking up amazingly high. The sight of those juice white melons made his throat tight and cock hard. Then he glanced down at her exposed pubic patch, close cropped, triangular, bikini-waxed, with the bubblegum pink pussy lips below, all glistening wet and everything.

The notorious pusher maneuvered himself over the unconscious super heroine, and guided his thick, black cock straight down and into her moist vagina. Ms Americana gave out a low groan as he penetrated her body, pushing in deeply very quickly. “Hold her down. Ms Ameri-nookie will be waking up quickly now.”

“Uugggh,” she groaned, started to rouse as he began a slow pumping motion in and out, in and out.

One of Jay-Ray’s men knelt upon each hand, and one knelt on each forearm. So two men used all of their considerable weight to hold each of her arms down. The pain of it was intense, and helped to rouse the drugged stupid super heroine back into the real world.

“Wha…? Uggh. What is…Ooooohhh, Goddess,” she groaned. “Great Liberty, I’ve been captured and stripped. And now Jay-Ray is molesting me!”

“Wow, she’s really good at stating the obvious,” Jay-Ray said, grinning. He started pumping faster, really starting to enjoy himself. Her pussy was starting to contract over and over, spasming, feeling incredible. “Wait until you fuck this snatch. It is amazing.”

“Get out of me, miscreant,” Ms Americana snarled. “I am a superior woman. I don’t not consent to this sex act.”

“Do you consent to this?” Jay-Ray said, grabbed her tits, squeezed them together and stuffed his face deep into her cleavage. Then he rubbed his face back and forth, very fast. “Bbbrrrrrrrrrr!”

“Haha! Motorboat her, Jay-Ray! You the man!”

“How dare you!” the sexy super heroine cried, outrage fueled in part by her body starting to enjoy the sex. Butterflies filled her belly, and her pussy was burning and aching with need, with need for RELEASE. “Stop this, and surrender to me, and I’ll talk to the judge in your behalf.”

“You’re almost as generous at these mega-tits, Americana,” Jay-Ray said. He leaned over and sucked in a rock hard nipple, and started sucking it with relish.

Ms Americana groaned long and low, squirming sexily beneath him. He was pushing all of her most intimate buttons, driving her traitorous body wild with need and desire. Then the sixth pusher knelt over her face.

“You got pretty lips, Americana,” he said, pulled out his cock and stuffed it down her throat.

“Ggk! Ack!” she gagged, his thick black cock past her tongue and pushing against the back of her throat. When he pulled back, she tried to spit him out, shaking her head and using her remarkably strong tongue to push him out. But he wouldn’t have that, so thrust back all the way in. “Ugh! Aassk! Ack! Gak!”

“If you suck it, I won’t push it so far in,” he said.

Ms Americana struggled mightily to expel his vile cock from her mouth. But she couldn’t do it, and it was hard to breath as she gagged and gasped, choked and suffered. Finally, as she felt her body reaching critical mass from Jay-Ray’s activities, she reluctantly nodded agreement, and he finally pulled back to a manageable dept.

“Suck it. Now!”

“Mmmggghh,” she groaned miserably, but obeyed. Ms Americana had no choice, since it took all her considerable will power to fend off the taming climax threatening to explode deep in her belly. “Sssuuup! Gggggghhhh. Mmmgmgggggmmm.”

SLURP! Gulp. SLURP!

The worst part was his sweaty, hair balls were smothering her face, rubbing her mask, eyes and nose constantly, and stank horribly. But she let her body do what it did best, and sucked on his big cock while she tried to defend herself from a climax.

“Oh, hell yes!” Jay-Ray cried, climaxing deep inside the sexy super heroine.

Ms Americana felt him squirting deep inside. It was too much for her to handle, and her grip on the climax slipped. Seconds later it hit her like a truck.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Ah, the mating call of the captured super heroine,” Jay-Ray said. “I think we need to take her some place private, pass her sweet white ass around until we’ve all had enough, and she’s thoroughly tamed, then sell her to a local pimp so we’ll continue to have access to her tight twat.”

“Now that sounds like justice,” another said.

“Yeah, street justice,” another piped in.

“We can do that..in…just a second,” the man fucking her mouth said. “I’m almost….aaaahhhhhhhh, yes.”

“Uuuuugggggggggghh!” she cried, cheeks ballooned out as she struggled to swallow way too much cum, way too fast. As he continued to squirt cum, and pushed his massive cock deeper, hot milky cum spilled out of her mouth. In seconds her face was slathered with viscous cum, slowly cooling. “Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.”

He pulled out and the debauched super heroine was hauled to her knees. She glared up at the six pushers, baby blues fierce in her righteous rage. They laughed and taunted her about the cum dribbling off her face and onto her heaving chest.

Jay-Ray pulled his pistol and aimed at her face. “On your feet, Americana. I know enough to know you lose your protection from guns once climaxed. So don’t try anything funny.”

“Funny?” Ms Americana said, sensuously rising to her feet even as she held her red gloved hands up in the classic position of “hold-em up.” Her hot, pink tongue slipped out and licked her full red lips clean, but move cum just oozed down across them. “Justice is not funny. It’s very serious.”

With that, Ms Americana’s left leg whipped out and around, bashing the pistol aside. She punched Jay-Ray in the throat, and commence to kicking pusher butt. The man’s whose cock she just sucked got a swift kick in the balls, that put him down. Then she sent a roundhouse to another pusher, before snapping a kick to the chin of another. A series of savage punches finished off the rest of the pushers. Then she used their own belts to bind their wrists behind their backs, before she “borrowed” Jay-Ray’s iPhone to call the police.

Ms Americana collected her costume while they waited. Her top was in good condition, but her matching thongs were destroyed beyond repair. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find a skirt to cover herself before the cops arrived. Their eyes never roamed far from her naked twat.

So humiliating.

“As you can see, Jay-Ray, Justice is served,” Ms Americana declared.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Ms Americana scowled into the dark as she eased down the night-shrouded streets of Lower Saxony. It was the first time she’d been to Lower Saxony since her minor “setback” one week ago. But that afternoon Jay-Ray and his cohorts in crime had been released by the DA, for lack of evidence. Apparently attacking and raping a respected super heroine wasn’t enough for the esteemed DA.

“I’ll just have to mete out my own Justice,” Ms Americana said, baby blues blazing.

Besides, Jay-Ray and his friends had loudly and proudly proclaimed their dominance of Ms Americana, and they said they had further plans for her, too. Word was they had mounted a pillory in the bed of a pickup truck, and planned to drive around displaying HER on it.

“The arrogance of MEN,” Ms Americana sneered. “I’ll teach them a painful lesson, and serve up some old fashioned justice, Ms Americana Style.”

It didn’t the veteran costumed crime fighter to find Jay-Ray and his drug peddling buddies. They were at the corner of Lower Saxony and Ledbetter, standing beside a bright red, white and blue half-ton flatbed truck with a crude wooden pillory mounted in the middle. She glowered at it a long moment. The audacity of men!

“I’m really going to enjoy this,” the sexy super heroine muttered, baby blues narrowed, as she strode purposely out of the night shadows and straight towards those awful men. “Jay-Ray! You vile miscreant, I heard you have big plans for me. Well, here I am.”

“See?” Jay-Ray said, grinning like an idiot. “Just like in the movies. I told you, if we build it, she will come. And there she is. Now we’ll all live happily ever after.”

“You’re an idiot,” Ms Americana sneered. “I almost feel bad for you. But I’ll feel much better after I beat you, one and all, into bloody pulps. Who’s first?”

“You know, Ms Tittilicousness, you probably could beat each and every one of us to a pulp, IF we let you,” Jay-Ray said, looking way to smug to her way of thinking. “But we’ve been thinking, and we’ve been planning, and we’ve come up with a plan. We plan to administer our own form of JUSTICE.”

Ms Americana struck a classic pose and sneered at them. She was as strong as ten men, and there was only six of them. How could they possibly think they could defeat her? Arrogance, pure and simple. But she wouldn’t take their threat lightly. They were all big, strong and street tough. If she dropped her guard, any one of them could take her down in a heartbeat.

“Maybe I’ll lock you in that pillory, Jay-Ray,” she said. “See how you like being paraded around like a cheap piece of meat.”

“Let’s find out whose justice will prevail, Ms T and A,” he said, then his dark eyes narrowed. “Get her!”

All six drug pushers charged the tall, raven-haired super heroine. Ms Americana charged them as well. But when they were separated by a mere five feet, she suddenly jumped up, flipped over them and landed behind the angry pack.

“Looking for me, scumbags?”

“Yeah,” Jay-Ray cried, angrily rushing her.

Ms Americana remained motionless until the last second, then she spun around to the side, and lashed out with a red booted foot. She caught the unprepared pusher in the throat, flipping him completely over to land face first on the hard pavement. Then she used him as a springboard and leapt at the remaining five men. They were still gawking down at their leader when the sexy super heroine drove into them, fists and feet a blur.

A roundhouse took down Leon and Terrance, and a punch to the solar plexus felled Kareem. But then Dion grabbed her left wrist, while Herc punched her in the ribs. Then her arm was twisted painfully up behind her back, and Herc started using her tits as a punching bag.

“Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh! Great Liberty, why must they beat my breasts?” the sexy super heroine cried, the pain intense. She kicked straight up, catching Herc in the chin. He fell back as she reversed her kick, and brutally drove a sharp stiletto heel into Dion’s shin. “I warned you. Justice will always prevail.”

“We going to hurt you bad, bitch,” Terrance growled.

Ms Americana looked around. She’d hit every one of them hard. Super heroine hard. And every last one of them fell, but got right back up. They surrounded her, all in fighting stances, faces full of rage and fury.

“You boys don’t know when to give up, do you?” the Queen of Justice said, baby blues glowering at them with just as much anger.

“That’s why we always prevail, Ms Cockcandy,” Jay-Ray sneered.

Anger flashed across her super model gorgeous face. Ms Americana lunged at Jay-Ray, changed tactic in mid-attack and swung a powerful right cross at his face. He ducked and pounded a fist into her ribs, then tripped with a kick at her ankles. The sexy super heroine stumbled into the driver side door of the flatbed truck.

“Great Liberty,” she growled, and dodged aside just a fraction of a second before Herc’s fist slammed into the side of the truck and caved in the side of the door. Baby blues wide, she knew that would’ve been a disabling punch if he landed it. “Not fast enough, moron.”

Lashing out, she kicked Herc in the back of the head, then leapt up and back flipped over Dion as he charged in. Unfortunately, the pushers were all shifting around so much, trying to get an attack avenue to her, that she’d lost track of everyone’s position. So she landed next to Terrance, who promptly pounded a hard fist into the small of her back, then smashed an uppercut to her chin.

“Ugh!” she cried, falling back, arms wind-milling as she went. Jay-Ray and Leon came at her from different sides, too fast to defend against. Leon punched her in the belly, doubling her up, so that Jay-Ray’s more powerful kick sailed over her head. The kick probably would’ve put her down, so she counted her blessings. Only time she recalled being glad for a punch to the gut. “You are just making me angry.”

She elbowed Leon in the face, then rabbit punched him. Jay-Ray wrapped his thick arm around her head, catching her in a head lock. So she pounded his cock and balls with three hard punches, forcing him to release her and stumble away whimpering.

Herc was there in half a second, his right fist streaking towards her face. She caught his wrist, pushing his brutal strike up and away, then brought it back and around, forcing Herc’s arm up behind his back. Then set statuesque super heroine grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the bed of the flatbed, twice. He crumbled limply at her feet.

“Yyyeeeawww!” Kareem cried, charging in.

Ms Americana stepped forward, kicked out and caught the raging pusher on her right foot, let her knee bend all the way to her belly, shifted her weight and thus forced the pusher off the ground by his own inertia, and thrust hard to send him flying over the truck.

“Whoa. That looked cool,” Jay-Ray said. “Not as cool as my cock slamming up her tight ass while you are locked in that pillory, but pretty cool.”

Herc and Kareem were down. Ms Americana was glad for that, but if the fight lasted much longer, they would wake up and rejoin it. That was the problem with fighting so many at once. Heck, if the fight lasted too long, even she could be worn down and captured. Four angry, very violent drug pushers still faced her.

Ray-Jay stood before her. Leon was two feet to his right, with Terrance beside him. Dion was to Ray-Jay’s left, with a two-foot length of pipe.

Ms Americana sighed. “When will you learn? Justice will be served. There is no escaping it.”

“There is no escaping us, or our justice,” Ray-Jay said. “Get her.”

Terrance and Dion both charged her. The shapely vigilante dropped into a defensive stance, waiting…waiting…waiting until the last second, then kicked out at Terrance’s face, ducked and spun low with a foot thrown out. Dion’s steel pipe whistled over her head, striking Terrance in the forehead, a second before her red booted foot kicked Dion’s feet out from under him. Ms Americana grabbed the steel pipe, wrenched from his hand and kicked him in the head.

Dion and Terrance were down for the count. Just Ray-Jay and Leon to deal with.

“I just lowered your odds for success, miscreants,” the busty beauty declared proudly. “Two against one, when the one is me, is a one way ticket to jail. I suggest you surrender peacefully, and maybe I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“You are too generous, slut,” Ray-Jay said.

“Besides, Herc and Kareem are starting to wake up,” Leon said, pointing behind her.

Ms Americana glanced back. Herc was beginning to stir. She couldn’t see Kareem on the other side of the truck. But too late she realized her mistake. Rookie mistake, in fact. She allowed herself to be distracted, to take her eyes of her immediate foes.

“Oofff!” she cried, Ray-Jay’s fist blasting the wind from her lungs when it smashed into her solar plexus. Then Leon’s fist hammered the side of her face, spinning her around. In desperation, she lashed out wildly with the steel pipe, until Leon caught her wrist, and hit the back of her hand so hard her fingers spasmed and released the pipe. Then Ray-Jay kneed her in the cunt. “Uuggh.”

The Queen of Justice dropped to her knees, intense pain radiating throughout her spectacular body. Ray-Jay and Leon began kicking her, in the head, chest, ribs and hips. So she dropped and rolled…under the truck and to the other side.

“You go around that way,” Ray-Jay cried, heading the other way.

Ms Americana rolled to a three point stand, then leapt up atop the bed of the truck. Then she ran to the end and dived off, plowing into Ray-Jay’s side as he rounded the corner.

“Ugh,” he grunted upon impact.

“Ooff,” she grunted, when they hit the ground and he was on top.

They grabbled and rolled, each tying unsuccessfully to get a good hold on the other. When they stopped rolling, Ray-Jay was on top, straddling her chest and holding her wrists down to either side of her head. She froze, locking eyes with him, still gasping for breath from the Ray-Jay’s earlier punch to the solar plexus.

“Got you,” he said, leering down at her.

Leon came running up, the steel pipe in hand.

“Looks back,” she said, glancing right and left at his hands holding hers down. Then she smiled smugly up at him. “But I have super strength. Do you?”

“Huh?”

Ms Americana forced her arms up with super human strength, broke his holds, and boxed his ears. Ray-Jay wailed in pain as she thrust him off. Leon arrived then and swung the steel pipe at her head. She rolled aside, onto her feet and kicked him in the face. As Leon stumbled back, the valiant vigilante vixen snatched the pipe from his hand, and turned on Ray-Jay. The pushers’ leader was stumbling to his wobbly feet, glaring murderously at her.

“Ears ringing, miscreant? Good,” she said, before an ugly snarl claimed her beautiful face. “Now taste defeat. Justice is served!”

Ms Americana swung the steel pipe at Ray-Jay’s head. He kicked up desperately, caught her wrist, and parried the blow. Spinning completely around, he lashed out with a brutal backhand as she turned to confront him.

“Ugh!” Ms Americana grunted, head slapped to the side by the powerful blow.

Then he came back with a right to the stomach, at left to the jaw, and an uppercut to the chin. Light-headed, Ms Americana took a swing at his face, but he ducked and punched her twice in the gut, and another time in the cunt. Then he pulled the steel pipe from her weakened grasp, and hit her three times in the side of the head with it.

Ms Americana’s baby blues crossed, then rolled up and she fell straight back. Unconscious before she hit the ground.

“Ah, street justice is served,” Ray-Jay gasped out, exhausted and aching terribly. Looking around, he was the only one still standing. Leon was on one knee, shaking his head to be rid of the cobwebs. Herc was also on one knee, and the others were all stirring. “Now that was a fucking fight.”

Ray-Jay walked over to Ms Americana and grinned down at her. Victory over any super heroine was glorious, but over the Queen of Justice it was priceless. Their street reputations were set. Ms Americana’s thirteen year reign as the premier super heroine in Delta City was over. And her crime fighting days were over, too. Forever.

“Come on, Sweet Tits. We got lots more justice to mete out to your fat white ass,” Ray-Jay said, using his foot to force her over onto her belly. Then he removed her all important power belt, pulled out his switchblade, and CUT IT IN HALF. “No more super power for you.”

Herc stumbled over just as Ms Americana started to wake up.

“Uuuggghh,” Ms Americana groaned, starting to writhe prettily.

“Put her in the pillory, Herc,” Ray-Jay said.

“My pleasure,” the seven foot tall African American said. He grabbed a massive fistful of silky black hair, then jammed three thick fingers up her sphincter, and lifted her up. Ms Americana’s baby blues flew open, with inarticulate animal noises coming from her. Then Herc threw her headlong up atop the flatbed.

“Great Liberty, I’ve been captured and depowered!”

“Depowered forever,” Ray-Jay said, holding up the two halves of her power belt.

“What have you done?!?” she cried, horrified. “You’ve destroyed it! You…you’ve destroyed ME!”

“I know. Fucking great, ain’t it, bitch,” he said, smugly. “Consider it Justice Served.”

Terrance and Herc climbed up onto the flatbed with her. She gawked at them, then at the pillory. They really were going to put her in that. Public display. Public humiliation.

“You will all pay dearly for this,” Ms Americana cried as Herc pulled her to her feet. Her head was forced into the slot for it, and then Terrance forced her wrists into the pillory, too, and held them tight while Herc lowered the top piece, locking Ms Americana’s neck and both wrists in it. That left the sexy super stacked super heroine bent over at the waist, very erotically displayed. “If you don’t release me immediately, I’ll personally hunt you all down if it takes the rest of my life.”

“Can you shut her up, Herc?” Ray-Jay said as he climbed up atop the flatbed.

“Oh yeah. Watch this,” Herc said, pulling out a monster cock. He stepped up close to her head. At seven feet even, he was just tall enough her face was cock high to him. The towering African American pressed the head of his cock to her full, glossy red lips. “Suck my cock, whore.”

Ms Americana clamped her teeth together stubbornly. So Herc reached over and seized her index finger. “I’m going to count to three. If my cock is not tickling your tonsils, I’m going to break this finger and rip it off your hand. One…Two…Ahhhhhh.”

Ms Americana knew those men too well. No idle threats. They meant business, and were brutal and ruthless enough to do it. A broke finger could put her out of action for months. So, despite the bile rising up her throat, Ms Americana opened wide and let his rank cock slip deep inside.

“Good job, Herc,” Ray-Jay said, starting to pull Ms Americana’s thongs down mile long legs.

The sexy super heroine groaned miserably. She knew what that meant. It wouldn’t be a simple drive around Lower Saxony, showing off their battle trophy, humiliating her. Oh no, they would drive around displaying her as their battle trophy, while fucking her from both ends.

Her belly was full of crazy butterflies. Intense heat and aching claimed her cunt, going deep inside. She felt her pussy getting moist, then wet. She fought the urge to rub her naked thighs together.

The beat down left her light-headed, and losing her thongs didn’t help any. Worse, sucking on Herc way too thick cock was almost all consuming, and also scrambled her mind. The taste, smell and feel of cock always did that to her, especially when it was pumping in and out of her mouth. And the knowledge of what was about to commence, was almost too much for her libido to handle.

“Mmmmggghhh,” she groaned. SLURP! Glkk! SLURP! “Hmmmggghhh.”

Kareem got behind the wheel and started up the truck. Ms Americana rolled her baby blues. The humiliation was starting. She hated the idea of all those people gloating, and cheering her fall, lecherously watching as her sacred body was violated repeatedly, incessantly by very evil men. And she knew without a doubt, no one would step forward to help her.

SLURP! So hard to concentrate, to fight off the unholy urges and needs of her own, traitorous body, while they abused and debased her in every way imaginable. And she couldn’t help but imagine quite a few sexy, kinky scenarios.

“Mmmmggggh. Hmmmggg. Ugh! Ugh!” she groaned, then grunted as she struggled to escape. All in vain, and she soon gave up. SLURP! GULP! “Uuuummmmmm.”

“What a sweet ass, Ms Fuckmeat,” Ray-Jay said, caressing her ass cheeks lovingly, enjoying the satiny smoothness, the warm silkiness, and their enticing firmness. It felt so good to her. So good it frightened her. How could she defend against that? After a moment, his fingers slipped deep into her butt crack, and fingered first her sphincter, then her bikini waxed twat. “Hey, this super slut is sopping wet.”

“Ugh! HHHHGGGHHH!” she screamed, wiggling her butt to try and fight him off.

SLURP! SssssssssssSLURP!

“What a raging whore,” Dion sneered. He reached over and yanked off her red, white and blue, strapless top. He started pinching and pulling on her left tit, and shortly Terrance joined in on that particular fun on the other titanic tit. “Remember when we waylaid, and fucked her last week? She wanted it.”

“Fucking A right she did,” Herc said with a strained voice. “Damn, she’s sucking the shit out of my cock.”

The truck moved out slowly down Lower Saxony once all of the pushers were on. Jay-Ray moved up behind the sexy super heroine, pulled out his cock and pressed it up against her quivering cunt. He enjoyed the way her sweet round ass wiggled in anticipation of penetration.

“Come one! Come all!” Leon cried through a megaphone. “See how the mighty fall!”

Ray-Jay thrust deep into Ms Americana’s cunt.

“UUggghhhhhhh!” she groaned.

“Ms Americana! The Great! The Mighty! The Queen of Justice, has been captured!” Leon called. People were gathering along the street, like it was a parade. “Listen to the uptight, arrogant super heroine grunt and groan as the mighty Cock of Street Justice hammers her into submission!” People laughed, and the statuesque super heroine’s face flamed in shame. Her shame fueling her raging, out of control emotions. Her ardor burned deeper, higher, more intense because of it. The butterflies were burned away, leaving her filled with liquidy heat so intense it scorched her soul. “Ms Americana INVADED our territory. Ms Americana VIOLATED our customs and laws. Ms Americana was SLAPPED DOWN for her transgressions! Ms Americana now suffers her inglorious defeat! Ms Americana is FEELING how we meet Justice!”

“Uugh! Ugh! Agh!” Ms Americana grunted in time with Ray-Jay’s powerful thrusts, driving her wild, scrambling her weakening mind, loosening her self-control. She was at the very brink, and it took all of her strength and concentration to hold that climax at bay. “Agh! Uggh!”

Ray-Jay grasped her well rounded hips tighter, hammering her faster as he began to grunt and gasp too.

“Aaggh…gaaggllleg! Ugh!” SssssssssssSLURP! “Aaggh. Huugggmmhhhh!”

“Her power belt is destroyed!” Leon called, getting a gasp from the crowd. “Look. She’s about to climax, and then SHE WILL BE DESTROYED!”

“Yes!” Ray-Jay cried, climaxing and filling Ms Americana’s cunt with cum.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried around Herc’s cock, her climax wiping her mind clear. “Ugh! Ugh!” SLURP! Gulp! SLURP! “Ugh! Ugh! Aaaaaaggggggghhh!”

Herc looked down, barely holding onto his seed it felt so good. But he saw the intelligence bleed out of Ms Americana’s baby blue eyes, and knew she was tamed. She was just a lust piece of fuck meat, and she was THEIR fuck meat. Herc lost his battle.

“Uuugggh. Yes! I came inside Ms Americana’s MOUTH!” He pulled out, and squirted three more wads into her gorgeous masked face. “Take that, Americana!”

“Great Liberty, I am TAMED!”

Leon handed the megaphone to Ray-Jay, and stepped behind Ms Americana. Her eyes went wide when he penetrated her sphincter, driving deep inside.

“Uuguggggh,” she groaned.

The six drug pushers drove up and down Lower Saxony for the next four hours, while they all rotation through all of Ms Americana’s orifices. Once they were all sated, the pulled over at the intersect of their greatest triumph. Ray-Jay stood beside the cum-soaked face of the hated super heroine, and addressed the jubilant crowd.

“My friends, my brothers, my sisters of the street. Too long this….thing…has terrorized us. Too long we heard her cry of ‘Justice is served!’ as the cops took us away after she beat us to within an inch of our lives,” Ray-Jay said. “Not anymore! The tables are turned! Tonight, we meted OUR justice!” He reached down, grabbed the edge of her blue, star-spangled mask and pulled it off. “JUSTICE IS SERVED!”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“Right this way, gentlemen,” T-Bone said. The tall, middle-aged pimp wore a burgundy suit and matching hat. His pimp cup in one beringed hand, and a jeweled walking stick in the other. He “escorted” his clients down a dark, trash-strewn alley deep in the Lower Saxony ghetto, right off the main street of Lower Saxony. “She’s been here about a week now, and has proven quite popular. I’m not sure her knees have touched in all that time.”

“This is amazing,” the blonde, bespectacled Frat boy said. His four Frat brothers nodded in agreement. “I’ve only dreamed of this opportunity.”

“Really?” T-Bone said.

“Yes. Being law students, we’re interested in all aspects of law and justice, including street justice,” he said.

“Then you will be very interested in this,” T-Bone said, opening a nondescript door and leading them inside. Before them was a line of ten men, watching another madly humping Ms Americana. Her legendary strapless top and thongs were crudely thumb-tacked to the wall above her, along with her equally legendary mask. She wore only her tiara, choker, gloves and boots. T-Bone had added huge silver hoop earrings to her outfit, as well as silver bangles on both wrists. Her navel was pierced and a navel ring hung from it. When she opened her mouth to gasp, they spotted a silver stud through her tongue. “As you boys can see, justice is truly served, now that Ms Americana has succumbed to our PENILE system.”

THE END