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 Esha are the creations of Mr. X.

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: PADDLESLUT

By Dark One

A dark shape moved with catlike grace through the night shadows. Ms Americana smiled to see her. For once an anonymous tip panned out. Esha had arrived to burgle a wealthy family's home while they were away on vacation.

"She won't escape justice again," she said, smiling behind her star-spangled blue mask.

Esha seemed to have nine lives as a cat burglar. Ms Americana didn't know how she managed to wiggle out of every charge thrown against her. She even saw to it that Esha's true identity, Barbara Cummins bikini model, was revealed to the world, and she convinced everyone it was some sort of elaborate setup.

"Won't happen again," she said. "I'm about to catch you red-handed, Esha."

It felt good to finally corner the notorious cat burglar. Ms Americana knew she had her right where she wanted her, too, when Esha jimmied open a window and slipped effortlessly inside. Breaking and entering alone would land her some jail time, and she wouldn't be able to explain that away as some hoax to discredit her.

Ms Americana took a deep, steadying breath. She touched her power belt, riding low on well-rounded hips, then idly adjusted the golden tiara above her mask as she headed up the driveway. Her red stiletto boots clicked on the concrete as she strode purposely. Her swaying hips were barely covered by a French-cut star-spangled bikini bottom, and it's matching top cupped her famous 44DDs, which were bouncing enticingly as she approached the dark house.

She entered the house through the same open window as Esha. The room was near pitch black. But she had good night vision, and picked her way through to the main hallway without bumping into anything. But in the hallway she was in for a surprise.

"Where is she?" Ms Americana muttered, frowning.

Esha was good, damn good, but she was also cocky and a little careless due to that cockiness. Ms Americana was surprised Esha was working in total darkness. Not even a flashlight to betray her presence. It would make finding her more difficult.

Ms Americana moved stealthily through the first floor. She checked the living room, kitchen, game room and even the downstairs master bedroom. Esha was no where to be found. Which meant she was upstairs. So up the stairs Ms Americana went.

"Ah," she sighed, pleased to see a room down the hall with the dimmest of lights in it.

Silently, she eased down the hallway to the door. Esha was a professional, very quiet. Amazingly quiet, really. And as a professional thief, she would know where the valuables were kept. Ms Americana figured the upstairs bedroom was used as an office, and probably had a safe inside. Esha was an expert safecracker.

Then rushing through the door, ready to dart either left or right to catch the sneaky thief, she cried, "Halt! You're under...under?....What?"

The room was empty. A small six-inch long black flashlight lay on a twin bed in the corner. Ms Americana gawked at it a long moment, humiliated. Her outcry was surely heard throughout the house. Esha would escape her again!

Then a damp cloth was slammed over her mouth and nose. Ms Americana gasped in a large lung full in surprise.

"Mmmmmpphhhh!" she cried in outrage, as sickly sweet chloroform assaulted her senses and spun her world for a loop.

"Surprise," Esha whispered into her ear.

Before she could react appropriately, the slender, bare arm of a woman encircled her torso and held on tightly. She expended all the air from her lungs and grabbed the wrist holding the chloroform pad. Even as she did so, she felt Esha's long shapely legs entwine with hers, hot bare skin to skin. Then Esha's knees pressed into the back of hers and pushed, buckling Ms Americana's knees and forcing her to the floor.

"Uphhhfff!" she cried through the rags.

The pain and surprise of landing on her knees with not only her full weight, but Esha's weight crashing down in the back of her knees was excruciating, even wearing the power belt. Unfortunately, she'd already expended all of her breath, and now she was hurting for air and distracted by the pain.

Ms Americana filled her impressive lungs with chloroform. It was like a right cross to the chops. Everything tilted and spun. Still in desperate need of oxygen, she gasped for air again and again. Within seconds she was mindless with animal need to breathe. Her struggles were futile and ineffective, no long controlled by a rational mind.

"Sleepy time, sweetie," Esha said. "Time to go to sleep, Ameri-twit."

Esha held on tightly, riding the slightly taller, heavier super heroine down to the floor. It took several minutes, but eventually Ms Americana stopped struggling and clawing helplessly at the air. Then she held the cloth over her mouth and nose another couple of minutes, just to make sure.

"Once again, I win and you lose, Ms Ameri-sleepy," Esha said, smirking.

She went back into the hall, then returned with a length of rope. In no time she'd manhandled the unconscious super heroine into a straight back chair and bound her hands and feet to it. Her arms were each tied to the arms of the chair, each ankle was bound to one of the front legs, while more rope secured her just above and below the knees to the chair, and tied her around the waist to the chair as well. And just because she thought it looked kinky, Esha wound rope around Ms Americana, above, below and between her titanic tits.

"Sweet dreams," she said.

Esha left with a big smile.

Moments later, Ms Americana started to groan and moan. Within minutes her lovely blue eyes fluttered open. But it was so hard to keep them open. So hard to concentrate. Everything was so hard, and she was so tired.

"I have...I...have to get....get loose," she mumbled, starting to struggle weakly. "Esha won't...won't get away with this out....outrage."

Ms Americana started taking deep breaths, and then forcing out every bit of it out. To clear her lungs of the chloroform. And oxygenate her blood and senses. Soon she was reasonably coherent. A few minutes later she could feel her strength starting to return in earnest.

"The arrogant fool," she muttered. "She didn't remove my power belt. That mistake will be her downfall."

Her struggles grew stronger with every minute. But it wasn't the ropes that broke, for Esha knew her ropes too well and only carried the best. No, the wooden chair slowly at first, then more quickly, came apart as the joints. It couldn't handle her superior strength. Then once the chair fell apart, the ropes were loosened enough to shed.

"I'm going to beat her to a pulp for this outrage!"

Ms Americana's first step found her lurching to the side. Her legs were still a little wobbly. But she willed them to obey and slowed her pace to something they could handle. After all, Esha thought she was still bound tightly, so was no threat.

"Won't she be surprised," Ms Americana muttered, smirking. "I can't wait to see her face."

Esha was no where to be found on the second floor. So Ms Americana descended carefully down the stair to the first floor. Almost immediately she heard Esha in the master bedroom. So with jaw jutting, Ms Americana marched into the master bedroom and confronted the wily master thief.

"Esha! No more games. You are under arrest," Ms Americana announced with supreme authority.

She was rewarded with a look of utter shock on the beautiful blonde's face. Even the black facemask couldn't hide her shock, then consternation, at seeing Ms Americana.

Esha darted left, toward a door into the back yard. Ms Americana cut right, trying to cut her off. But everything shifted and she stumbled way to the left and tripped onto the bed with a curse.

The cat burglar paused in the door, a bemused look on her masked face.

"Ooo, the mighty Queen of Mis-Justice is woozy. A little dizzy still," Esha said, smirking.

Ms Americana scowled at the black bikini clad thief. She pushed herself off the bed and lunged at Esha. The beautiful thief stepped aside and then kicked Ms Americana in the ribs as she passed. The raven-maned super heroine grunted from the blow, then again when she fell to her hands and knees at Esha's feet.

"Take that!"

Esha placed a perfect size 7 black pump between Ms Americana's thighs, brutalizing her tender mound. Then she seized a handful of long black hair and jerked Ms Americana's head viciously back. A swift chop to the windpipe had the Queen of Justice clutching her throat and gasping.

Grabbing her chloroform and a pad, she poured quickly and tossed the bottle aside. Within seconds she had the pad over Americana's mouth and nose, smiling as the injured and helpless heroine sucked in breath after mindless breath.

Ms Americana succumbed the second time even faster than the first.

"As much as you keep coming back at me for more and more, I think you have a sleepy fetish or something," Esha whispered in her ear, then kissed it.

"Mmmmph," Ms Americana said into the pad, and very weakly.

Ms Americana ended up face down on the floor, a chloro pad pressed to her face, arms spread wide and slightly to the rear and her shapely fanny sticking up in the air. Esha stood to admire the sight a long moment. She looked so enticing. So sexy. So.....uuuuummmmm, bootilicious!

"That's a bootie begging for punishment," Esha said, remembering something she saw earlier. After removing the power belt and tossing it in the bathroom trash can, she slapped Ms Americana into semi-consciousness. "We're going to have some fun, Ameri-whore."

With some effort, Esha got Ms Americana down the hall and into the game room. Once again, she chloroformed the beautiful super heroine. Then she retrieved the discarded ropes upstairs. With the ropes, she bound Ms Americana's ankles together. Then once again secured her legs above and below the knees. Finally, Esha tied Americana's wrists together, then tied them to the ceiling fan, leaving her feet inches off the floor. After that, she removed her star-spangled top and paused to enjoy the view.

"Wow. What a rack. It's only right the police be rewarded with that treasure chest upon their arrival," she said. "The boys in blue work so long and hard."

Finding a Ping-Pong paddle, Esha rubbed Ms Americana's shapely hiney with it a long moment as her excitement built. This was going to be so much fun!

"Batter up!"

CRACK!

Ms Americana's eyes snapped open.

CRACK!

"Ohhh! Oh, stop!" she cried, starting to struggle in vain. Without her feet grounded, she had no leverage to break free. "Stop it this instant!"

"Stop what?" Esha asked coyly. "Oh, you mean THIS!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Yeeoooowww!"

CRACK!

"Oooooo. Awwwoooo!"

Esha reached out to hold Ms Americana's swinging body steady, and let loose with a long string of swats that left her prisoner panting. When she stopped paddling the helpless heroine, she enjoyed the sight of her tear-streaked face almost as much as her shiny red ass cheeks. Then she noticed Ms Americana's nipples were hard as rocks and totally erect.

"Ouch, the super slut likes to be paddled! Too funny," Esha said. "Then I'll stop."

Esha left and quickly finished looting the house. When she returned she wore a big shit-eating grin. She paddled Ms Americana's shapely rump for another five minutes, just to redden it up good. And to add insult to injury, she shoved the paddle hand up Ms Americana's bunghole and left it. Then she flipped on the ceiling fan, leaving it on HIGH.

"Later, Ms Ameri-Paddleslut," Esha laughed. "I hope you like being dizzy as much as you like spankings. I'm sure the police will LOVE this crime scene! I just hope they take lots of pictures before cutting you down. Ta-ta!"

With that, Esha picked up the phone and dialed 911. Then leaving the phone off the hook, she departed carrying her loot.

THE END