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MS AMERICANA: LAIR OF THE DRAGON QUEEN

By Dark One

Ms Americana flattened herself against the cold brick wall. It was the kind of dark villains loved to lurk in. The kind of darkness they loved to hide their nefarious activities inside. It was the dark around Dragon Queen's lair.

The super shapely super heroine licked full red lips and narrowed baby blues as she looked all around for traps or lurking henchmen. Dragon Queen was as fastidious with her security as with her insidious experiments. A very detail oriented woman, indeed.

"But she's no match for me," Ms Americana whispered, and grinned roguishly.

The only sounds were the singing night insects, and the soft click and scrap of her red stiletto boots. Her legendary red, white and blue, star-spangled and stripped bikini costume barely covered her luscious body, while a blue star-spangled mask hid her secret identity from the world. She also wore red star earrings, blue choker and red gauntlet gloves. And of course, her golden power belt that gave her super strength and endurance, and her golden tiara, proclaiming her the Queen of Justice.

Dragon Queen's lair was an abandoned research facility just outside of Delta City's city limits. Two weeks ago she spoke with Green Spectre about this facility. The other super heroine thought something strange was going on out here. She hadn't heard anything from her green clad comrade since. Both Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were missing. Then last night, while on patrol, she and Flag Girl has encountered Dragon Queen and a dozen of her goons. After the smoke clear, Ms Americana was alone in the dark streets, and Flag Girl was gone.

It was simple enough to do the math.

"Hang on, my courageous comrades," Ms Americana said. "I'm coming to the rescue."

The Queen of Justice eased up to a side door and tried the knob. It was locked. Not a problem. With her super strength, she ripped the door open and slipped inside. No alarm went off. Evil villains rarely used alarms, because they attracted unwanted attention if set off.

The gorgeous super heroine found herself in a long, dark hallway, with a dim light at the distant end. But it was surprisingly clean for an abandoned facility. The hard tile floors gleamed from recent polishing. Her clicking footsteps echoed loudly in her hypersensitive ears.

The one dim light was over a double door. Light was bleeding from under that door, too. Pressing her ear against it, she heard voices, including an imperious feminine voice, with an Asian accent. Dragon Queen!

<I've done it! I've found Dragon Queen,> she thought triumphantly. <And the police said it couldn't be done.>

"Halt, you are all under arrest!" Ms Americana cried as she kicked open the double door and charged in.

Dragon Queen gawked at her from the middle of two huge goons. She was a not petite Asian, either. From her rap sheet, Ms Americana remembered she was five foot seven, one hundred ten pounds, with measurements of 36-24-36. Dragon Queen had fierce brown eyes and waist length jet black hair. She wore a red silk Chinese gown with a daring slit up her right leg and red stiletto pumps.

The arch villain's look of surprise quickly changed to a sneer of contempt.

"Oh, it's you," Dragon Queen said. "Took you long enough."

"Traffic," Ms Americana said. "And you could try finding a more convenient location."

"I'll put that on my To Do List, right under watching you being fucked into submission," Dragon Queen said. Then she shoved the two goons. "Get her."

Ms Americana shook her head woefully. It was rather insulting that Dragon Queen thought two mere men could take her. It would take five times that pair's numbers to equal her strength.

They split up and circled wide around the room. That brought them in on opposite sides of the beautiful Queen of Justice. She watched their approach with a smug smile as she fluffed her waist length lustrous black hair. With her hands in her hair like that, her titanic 44DDs were lifted and displaying enticingly. The men couldn't take their lusty eyes off her legendary rack, as was her plan.

<Men, so easily distracted by a beautiful woman,> she thought contemptuously.

Dragon Queen rolled her eyes in disgust as the men shuffled to their doom.

"From now on, I hire only EUNUCHS," Dragon Queen said.

"Too late," Ms Americana said.

The hyper hot super heroine suddenly spun around. An incredible roundhouse kick hit one, then the other, in the head. Both men flew backwards to land in motionless heaps. One kick, two goons down.

Ms Americana grinned smugly at Dragon Queen and wiggled her perfectly plucked eyebrows at her.

Dragon Queen now looked afraid. She stepped back one step and held both hands out before her in a warding action. Ms Americana tugged up on her bikini bottoms and started striding over to take the villainess vixen into custody.

"Wait!" Dragon Queen cried, stopping Ms Americana halfway to her.

"Wait for what, miscreant?"

"This," Dragon Queen said, grinning and stepped on a half hidden button in the floor. Ms Americana looked up, expecting a net to fall, but instead the floor dropped out from under her booted feet. A yawning, black opening suddenly was beneath her. "This is where you get the SHAFT."

"Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!" Ms Americana cried as she plunged deep beneath the earth.

The gaping shaft dropped her about ten feet, then turned into a spiraling slide. Seconds later she was dumped ungraciously into a dark round room. She quickly scrambled to her feet as the ceiling slowly rolled back with a loud grinding noise, to reveal Dragon Queen and her two goons standing atop a thick glass ceiling, laughing down at her.

"You were the easiest super heroine to capture so far, Ms Ameri-ditz," Dragon Queen said.

"You simple minded fool," Ms Americana snarled. "I'm not captured. Far from it. In fact, I will be out of this amateurish trap in short order, and don't expect any mercy from me now."

"Really? Amateurish? Hmm, does this look like amateurish?" Dragon Queen said, holding up a remote. Ms Americana sucked in her breath. Then the shapely villainess pressed a button and a door began to slide open before Ms Americana. "My creation. I hope you like it as much as I do." She laughed as a large, greenish-gray creature half crawled, half slithered out. It reminded her somewhat of an octopus, with eight long, thick tentacles. "But I don't think we'll enjoy it the same way."

"Great Liberty!"

The creature was faster than she initially thought. And craftier. It sent two tentacles at her at the same time, high and low. She batted the high tentacle away, but the other wrapped around her left leg. It proved incredibly strong.

"Let go, you misbegotten creature," she cried, trying to pull the tentacle off her leg. Then a tentacle wrapped around her slender throat from behind. In that instant she realized the main body of the creature was right next to her, with tentacles all around her. "Aack!"

The statuesque super heroine reached for the tentacle around her neck even as she felt another one encircle and capture her right leg. Her long, shapely legs were immediately pulled wide. And worse, her hands never reached her neck, each being captured by tentacles.

"Great Liberty! Not my top!" she cried as the creature pulled her patriotically themed top off. Then two more tentacles come from behind her, each with a sucker on the tip. "Oh no! Not my full, ripe breasts!"

Both suckers attached themselves to her pretty pink nipples. And began sucking intensely. Ms Americana struggled for a few minutes, frantic to escape this vile creature's clutches. All the while it sucked harder and harder on her titanic tits, until the impressive 44DDs were burning with need, and erupted milk. "Great Liberty, I'm being MILKED!"

"Milked like a cow," Dragon Queen laughed from high above.

"Milked like the fat titted cow she IS," one of the goons crowed merrily.

The super endowed Queen of Justice didn't pay them any heed. She had bigger problems, mainly she could feel milk gushing out of her perfect tits and into those vile tentacles. And her 44DDs were visibly deflating.

"My beautiful breasts are RUINED!"

While distracted, the stunning super heroine didn't see two other tentacles reach around to the small of her back and seize her power belt. With super human effort, the foul creature pulled and the belt that cannot be removed came loose. She instantly felt her super strength and endurance evaporate.

"I've been de-powered!" she cried, horrified. Then the same two tentacles ripped off her bottoms. "Not my panties! I'm utterly vulnerable to this insidious monster's vile intentions now!" She looked up at a gloating Dragon Queen. "I will have my vengeance!"

"Not today, Ameri-COW," Dragon Queen said.

Before Ms Americana could respond, she felt something slimy sliding up her inner right thigh. Looking down she could only gawk a long moment. One of the tentacles had a pulsating, oozing phallic appendage. And it was making straight to her exposed pussy.

"Yuck! Oooh, don't let that nasty thing touch me!" she cried. Then it pressed up against her strangely wet pussy lips. Ms Americana gyrated her hip this way and that, thrust them back and forth, trying to avoid being impaled on that creature's nasty phallus. But to no avail, because a few seconds later it pushed through those hot, moist folds of sensitive flesh, and into her slit. It didn't hesitate this time, and plunged deep into her vulnerable vagina. "Uuuugggghhhhhhhh! I've been PENETRATED!"

Ms Americana didn't realize how aroused her body had become until she was impaled on that phallic tentacle. Beads of sweat were already rolling down her shapely, toned and very overheated body. She was tingling all inside in that most frightening of ways, at least for a super heroine dependant on pent up sexual frustration to power her power belt.

Her head rolled back and she arched her back, incredulous that anything could feel so damn GOOD. She was held tight, held immobile, while that insidious monster fucked her. For fifteen minutes it pumped in and out of her body, driving her mad with need and desire, but she ground her teeth and doggedly fought off the orgasm that threatened to destroy her, threatened to be so powerful she would be tamed.

"Oh," she gasped as the suckers released her aching nipples. Glancing down, she gasped in horror at the sight she beheld. "My TITS! They are RUINED! Completely deflated!"

Two empty bags drooped down almost to her navel. Utterly empty.

That sight, that shocked her to her psyche, was all it took to batter down the last wall of determination. Ms Americana felt the orgasm change her whole body, as it suddenly erupted from deep, deep down.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried. "Great Liberty, I've been TAMED!" And threw back her head, arched her back even more, and climaxed again, "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The genetically engineered creature continued to fuck the sexy and now horny super heroine for another hour. She lost count of the climaxes after twenty, didn't care anymore. After that first pair of orgasms, she didn't even fight them anymore.

"Ms Americana is defeated at long last!" Dragon Queen crowed from high above, looking down on her most hated enemy laying spread-eagle on the floor below, covered in slowly cooling creature cum and her own breast milk. "Drag her away, my pet. Take her to the breeding chamber."

The vile creature began shuffling away, dragging the unconscious Queen of Justice by one ankle. Ms Americana slowly woke up halfway down that cool, dark corridor. She forced her body to remain totally relaxed and loose, like it was still unconscious, as she studied the creature dragging.

<His head looks soft and vulnerable,> she thought, and went into action a second later.

With her loose foot, she drove her sharp stiletto heel into the tentacle wrapped around her other ankle. She drove it a good four inches into the fleshy tentacle, forcing it to release her ankle. Before the creature could turn around to face her, Ms Americana jumped on its back and straight finger gouged first one, then the other eye out. Once it was blinded and thrashing about madly, she began driving her hard elbow into the top of its head until she completely smashed its brains to mush and it was left a quivering mess on the floor.

"I'd like to see Dragon Queen's face when she discovers her hell-spawned pet dead," Ms Americana said, grinning grimly.

Ms Americana looked both ways. The door back to the circular chamber was closed now. She suspected Dragon Queen already had possession of her power belt, and probably her shredded costume. Villains seemed to love keeping mementos, trophies, of their adventures and conquests.

"I'll get those back shortly, but first things first," she said, continuing down the way the creature was dragging her. "I'll wager my sweet round butt that my friends and comrades are at the end of this hallway."

The door at the end was open, letting in the only light there was inside the corridor. The statuesque super heroine strode down that corridor confidently, her 44DDs bouncing enticingly. Her smile had returned and she was feeling her oats again.

<I misspoke in the excitement of the moment,> she thought, grimacing as she recalled her time with the creature. <I wasn't TAMED, just merely forced to climax. I really must learn to tell the difference.>

Ms Americana's heart was still pounding and her breathing was labored, but she had a major dose of adrenalin surging through her shapely body and felt up to the coming task. But when she stepped through the door, she stopped and had second thoughts.

"Yikes! What kind of dungeon of horrors is this?"

Beautiful young women were everywhere. Lined up along the walls, and in long rows in the middle of the room. Their feet were down at the floor, but they were laid on tables at forty-five degree angles. Steel bands held them immobile. Most had swollen bellies, and almost all of them had hideous, sluglike creatures about the size of footballs suckling at their engorged tits.

"Uuggh, this is horrible. Dragon Queen will pay dearly for this outrage," she growled, and raced over to the first woman. The beautiful redhead looked to be about twenty. Ms Americana seized the slug on her left tit, and twisted it in two. Ichor gushed out of the dead creature as it screamed its death. "Be gone, vile vermin!"

The little monster's scream frightened the rest off the other women. They all raced away with surprising speed, vanishing into numerous holes along the walls.

With that done, Ms Americana began moving through the room, looking for Flag Girl and her friends. It only took a few minutes before she found them, all lined up next to each other.

"Great Liberty! I didn't know!" Ms Americana cried in horror as she gazed upon the long line of captured super heroines.

She spotted Got Gal and Got Chic first. Next was blonde Jungle Babe, and next to her Lady Midnight. Then came Azure Angel, Night Raven and Champion Girl. Last, but not least, were the three she was looking for -- Flag Girl, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl.

All of them were in the same sad condition -- stripped to boots, gloves and mask, bellies fat with monster seed and delirious with base, carnal needs. As she stared open-mouthed, Green Spectre grunted, convulsed, and squeezed out another sluglike creature. It slithered up the gorgeous blonde's round belly, and attached itself to a swollen tit. It made the most grotesques slurping sounds as it fed.

"Yech, ugh," Ms Americana cried, and jerked the creature off. She threw it with all her might against the wall, killing it. "So sick!"

An eerie groan filled the room, almost sounding like a growl. She looked around warily, then noticed the empty table next to Flag Girl. Probably Dragon Queen intended that for her. But she killed the creature. At least the adult. There were an untold number of babies to be rounded up and killed, after she rescued her friends and the other poor women.

Movement between Got Gal's legs caught her attention. A phallic tentacle rose up and easily pushed into the sexy super heroine's now stretched out pussy. Got Gal arched her back, smiled blissfully and moaned wantonly. Then Ms Americana spotted the seed moving up the breeding limb, bulging out the tube as it traveled up.

"No!" she cried, and ripped the phallus out, then flung it down and stomped on the seed still moving up it.

A deafening scream of rage and pain filled the room.

Hundreds of tentacles dropped from the ceiling all around her. Ms Americana dropped to a defensive crouch, shocked by her predicament. The tentacles began thrashing about, looking for the attacker.

It didn't take long.

"Great Liberty!" she cried, battling for her life. Then a huge, bulbous head dropped from the ceiling a few feet to her right. Eyeballs the size of her head focused angrily upon the struggling super heroine. "It's HUGE! This has got to be the mother of all monsters."

Without her power belt, Ms Americana was tangled up in the creature's tentacles even faster than last time. Within seconds she was secured and helpless. Then three tentacles with phalluses descended. The first plunged straight up into her still aching pussy.

"Yeow!"

Ms Americana felt the second one ease up between her firm, round butt cheeks, all sticky and wet. It quickly found her sphincter and forced its way in despite her valiant struggle to stop that most humiliating of violations.

"Uuuaaaggghhhh!" she groaned, feeling every inch of the phallus's ten inches pounding insistently up her butt. "Oh, you're ripping me in half."

The Father Creature quickly had a steady, mind-numbing double stroke going that quickly sent Ms Americana's overheated and already aroused body into sexual overdrive. She began bucking and groaning wantonly, back arched and head back. In less than a minute the monster ripped a climax out of her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, and saw the third phallus descending towards her mouth. Her mouth watered, forcing her to swallow twice. "Great Liberty, I am lost."

Ms Americana opened her mouth and took the phallus in without protest. She immediately began sucking. Seminal fluids starting flowing, down her chin and down her throat. She groaned and sucked harder.

"What a whore," Dragon Queen's disembodied voice said, echoing through the vast chamber. "Hello baby maker one hundred and twelve. My newest super brood mare. Sweet dreams."

The sexy super heroine realized she was having a harder and harder time staying awake.

<The seminal fluids must have a sleeping agent in them,> she thought. <Or some kind of narcotic that will leave me in lala land.>

Pressure on her pussy made her glance down. She saw a thick bulge in the inseminating tube, leading up to the phallus inside her. The seed had reached her pussy and was trying to force its way inside.

"Uuuugggghhhhh," she groaned as the seed pushed inside and was released. "Mmmmmm."

"And thus the legendary Ms Americana's storied crime-fighting career ends," Dragon Queen's rich voice purred from the intercom above. "Your insidious progeny will terrorize the world for generations to come."

THE END