DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Flag Girl/Lydia Wills, and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.
This is a novel length story. I have already completed it.
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MS AMERICANA: REVERSAL OF FORTUNES, PART 4
By Dark One
CHAPTER 4
Ms Americana eased down the dark street. The signal from Lydia’s hidden homing device indicated she was in the deserted warehouse at the end of the street. All the buildings around them were dark. Only a few even looked like they were being used at all.
“Gotcha,” Ms Americana said. She was well pleased with herself. It worked better than anticipated. Of course, Lydia was forced to remain in the hands of the white slavers longer than she would’ve liked. But she intended on rescuing her beloved sidekick shortly. “Now time to take you boys down. Hard.”
Parking her car, Ms Americana started checking doors. They were all sturdy steel doors. She could probably rip one open, but it would make a god-awful amount of noise. She wanted to surprise them.
“Shock and awe, Ms Americana style, will take them down with ease,” she muttered, grinning. She couldn’t wait to see their faces when she “dropped in” unexpectedly.
She made a complete circuit of the warehouse. None of the doors appeared acceptable. Not unless she altered her plans. So she studied the building some more. It was only two stories tall. So Ms Americana squatted low, and leapt with all her strength. Her powerful, shapely legs propelled her up and up, until she was just able to grasp the top of the building and hang on. Then with little effort for her powerful body, Ms Americana scrambled atop the warehouse.
“Ah, trapdoors. Got to love them,” she said, finding the roof hatch unlocked.
Descending, she discovered it led straight down into the office section of the building. She immediately heard voices when she opened the door and stepped out. Happy voices. Male voices.
“They won’t be happy much longer,” she said, baby blues flashing.
The Queen of Justice paused to adjust her costume. The tiara was slightly askew, and so were her bikini bottoms. She even “fluffed up” her tits to ensure they looked their very best and most provocative. That done, she headed for the sound of voices.
Ms Americana found the four white slavers, the Debutante-a-day Gang, sitting around a table and playing poker. Each had an amazing amount of cash before him. Business was good. That made her angry.
Stepping through the door, she took a jaunty super heroine stance: feet wide, hip jutting to one side, fists on said well rounded hips, chest thrust out and head held high.
“Freeze, miscreants!” Ms Americana cried. “You are under arrest for kidnapping and trading in white slavery.”
“Holy shit! Ms Americana!” Mike cried, leaping to his feet.
“Hang on, boys. We defeated her once before,” Jack said, rising more slowly to his feet. He looked her over with relish, especially enjoying the sight of her 38Gs. Then he glanced around. “Where's the blonde bimbo, Flag Twat? We didn’t HURT her last night, did we?”
“Never you mind where Flag GIRL is right now,” Ms Americana said with her most commanding voice. “I don’t need any help capturing you pathetic excuses for men.”
“Pathetic?” Jack said, annoyed. “We’re the most successful white slavers in over a decade, AND we defeated you once already. If not for the police’s timely arrival, Ms Ameri-jugs, you and Flag TWAT would already be well-fucked and sold to the highest bidder. In fact, you might even be en route to your new master as we speak.”
Jack gave a hand signal, and the other white slavers spread out.
“You are wrong. We were down, but not out,” she said. “I assure you, Flag Girl and I would have prevailed, police or no police.”
“I beg to differ,” he said.
“You’ll be begging for mercy pretty soon,” Ms Americana declared, baby blues fierce.
“We’ll see who begs for mercy,” Jack said. “Get her!”
All four men charged the Queen of Justice. She laughed and charged them. Going straight for their leader, Ms Americana closed the distance between herself and Jack in less than five steps. He met her halfway. Both swung fists at the other at the same time. But Mike bore into Ms Americana’s midsection, wrapping strong arms around her narrow waist and using his greater weight to bear her back and to the floor.
“Uugh!” she cried, hitting the floor. She pulled her legs up to her chest, and kicked Mike away. She kicked him straight into Jack, and they both smashed into the opposite wall with a loud thud. “Get off me.”
Ms Americana kicked straight up, and the force pulled her off the floor and back to her feet. Randy charged in from her left rear. She caught his fist, flipped him over her hip and kicked him in the head. The white slaver grunted and lay still.
“Just me and you, boy,” Ms Americana taunted Todd. “I suggest you surrender nice and easy. Otherwise, I’ll have to pound you into the ground as well. And I assure you, I will enjoy beating you stupid. Enjoy it a lot.”
“Fuck you,” he snarled.
“In your wildest dreams,” she countered, and spun around in a powerful roundhouse kick. He ducked and punched her in the side, twice. “Ouch.”
Ms Americana spun away, but he reached for her at the same time. He missed, but caught hold of her bikini top. She growled low as she felt her top rip off. Ms Americana assumed a fighting stance, feeling her 38Gs exposed and jiggling. Todd gawked a second. He started coming at her more slowly, looking ready for anything.
<Not ready for me,> she thought.
The sexy super heroine raced in. This time, she did so in such a way her tits bounced enticingly. As expected, he couldn’t keep his eyes from continuously dropping to her bouncing tits. Ms Americana was able to get in close, and send a brutal uppercut into his jaw. Todd was unconscious before he hit the floor.
“Well, that was fun,” Ms Americana said, looking around at all the unconscious men with a satisfied smile. “Now to tie these criminals up and go find Lydia.”
She found her top. Unfortunately, it was destroyed beyond use. It didn’t matter. She had spares in the car. Once Lydia was free, and the white slavers tied up tightly, she’d fetch one out of the car before the police arrived.
There was nothing to tie the men with, so Ms Americana opened the other door into the room and walked through. Surely they had some rope or shackles, or something, to bind up captives. But she forgot all about the white slavers when she walked through that door.
“Lydia! What have they done to you?” Ms Americana cried, racing over to her young ward and sidekick. “Great Liberty, does their depravity know no bounds?”
“Ms A….help,” Lydia said weakly.
“Don’t worry, my friend, I’ll save you,” Ms Americana said, hurrying over. First thing, she pulled the plug to the bitch tamer. The vibrating immediately ceased. But the big dildo was still cramped all the way up Lydia’s cunt. So Ms Americana carefully extracted the dildo and kicked the whole bitch tamer to the side. Then she reached for the ropes binding the pretty blonde’s right wrist. “Are you all right?”
Two of the slavers rushed up in front of the rack and each seized one of Ms Americana’s wrists. She was pulled brutally forward, bending her over the middle bar.
“Don’t worry, the little twit is as good as you’ll be once we get through with you, Ameri-bitch,” Jack whispered in her ear from behind.
In the next instant, she felt his hand reach around her and grab her right tit. Then his right hand came around and pressed a wet cloth over her mouth and nose.
NO! she cried, but all anyone heard was “Nnnnnnuuuuuuu.”
Ms Americana regretted that outburst. It drained her lungs. She clamped her airways shut, but the sickly sweet smell of the chloroform was invading her nasal cavities, beginning to mess with her senses despite not breathing it. And she was in dire need of air, and fast. Tunnel vision was already beginning to creep in.
<I’ve got to escape,> she thought desperately. <Lydia depends on me.>
But how? She might be ten times stronger than the strongest white slavers, but when they pulled her over the bar they stole her leverage. She had to find a way to regain her feet. But with Jack latched onto her back, groping her tits and trying to chloroform her into submission, that wasn’t possible.
Jack pinched her nipple. She gasped, sucking in chloroform. Then he twisted her nipple. Brutally hard.
“Uuhhggghhhhhhhh!” she screamed into the pad, then hit the absolute end of her air.
Ms Americana had no choice but suck in a huge lungful of air. Of chloroform saturated air. Without any oxygen left in her body, the shapely super heroine immediately felt the dizzying effects of the powerful drug.
“Damn, she’s going down fast,” Randy said, staring at her raptly.
“Uunnnnnngggghhh,” Ms Americana groaned weakly.
All strength bled from the Queen of Justice’s arms and legs. That dark tunnel narrowed fast, blocking out everything around her except the two slavers holding her wrists. She wasn’t even trying to pull her arms free now. She didn’t have the strength or will power to try any more. Indeed, she was so dazed by the chloroform she didn’t know what was going on any more.
“She’s as weak as a newborn kitten,” Jack said, chuckling. He started fondling her 38Gs. “Lord, are we going to have fun with this one, or what?”
“You leave her alone, you horrible miscreants!” Lydia cried. “Ms Americana! Ms A, fight them. Don’t let them win.”
“Todd, can you gag that annoying rich bitch for me,” Jack said, still holding the pad to Ms Americana’s face. She wasn’t struggling at all, but hadn’t gone completely under yet. “Then we’ll get started fucking this one stupider than she already is.”
“No…wait,” Lydia cried, moving her head around to keep the horrible looking ball gag at bay. “I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet. Ms Americana! Hel……Uhhggghhhh!”
He stuffed her open mouth full of bright red rubber ball, and then strapped it to her head. It buckled tight at the base of her head.
“There. Gagged properly,” Todd said. “I love doing that.”
“Ha! Maybe when we’re through with her, I’ll let you ball gag Ms Ameri-sleepy here,” Jack said, swatting her shapely white hiney. “Ok, boys, you can let her go.”
Jack pulled the chloroform from her face and they released her wrists. Ms Americana’s upper body immediately fell, leaving her draped over the middle bar on Lydia’s rack.
The white slavers celebrated, giving each high fives and slaps on the back. Once they calmed down, they pulled her off the rack and laid the once arrogant Queen of Justice out on the floor in front of Lydia’s rack. They wanted beautiful heiress to see what happened to her would-be rescuer.
“Get that power belt off her before she wakes up,” Jack said. “I read that it cannot be removed while she was conscious, unless she wanted it to come off. But if she is out, then you can take if off easily.”
Mike hurried over and flipped her over on her side. He easily unsnapped the power belt and pulled it off from her body. Lydia screamed and struggled upon her rack, eyes furious above the red ball gag. Her wild struggling made her rack rock and rattle, and even move a little towards them. The slavers paused to mock her, then returned to their fun. Ms Americana was rolled to her back again, and they enjoyed the way her naked tits moved.
“We can’t fuck her like that,” Jack said. “Randy, pull off those ridiculous bikini bottoms.”
“I agree,” Randy said. “I’m as patriotic as the next heartless criminal bastard, but the red, white and blue bottoms have to go.”
“What about the boots?” Mike asked.
“Leave them,” Jack said. He dropped to one knee beside Ms Americana’s feet. He ran his hand over one of her boots, lingering on the long stiletto heel. “You know how I love high heeled bitches.” He stood up and kicked her feet wide. “Love to FUCK them.”
They all laughed.
“I’m first,” Jack said. He dropped his pants and knelt between Ms Americana’s wide spread legs. Her head was just starting to rock back and forth. “She’s starting to come around. I bet she wakes up real fast once I start fucking her properly.”
The leader of the white slavers crawled atop the legendary super heroine. He started with her full red lips, kissing them passionately, despite the fact she didn’t return any of those kisses. He didn’t care. Jack liked his women unconscious or nearly there. Once he sated his appetite for kissing, he began kissing, licking and sucking his way down her body. When he reached her 38Gs he decided to stay a while.
Jack kneaded and squeezed, sucked, licked and nibbled on engorged nipples, even spent a long moment slapping her titanic tits back and forth, playing “bouncy titties.” Ms Americana started coming around faster at this time. She was coherent enough to know something was wrong, so writhed and made pathetic mewing noises.
“Hold her arms down,” Jack said. Mike seized one and Todd the other. They stretched her arms out until she laid there spread eagle. “Good. Now, to enjoy the Promised Land.”
The white slaver lowered his face down to Ms Americana’s Brazilian bikini waxed cunt. Her nether lips were prettily pink, glistening wetly with need. Jack ran his tongue up her slit, toying with the fleshy folds of her pussy. Ms Americana groaned sensuously. When he did it again, she slightly arched her back and groaned low in her throat. Finally, using his thumbs, Jack spread her sex open.
“Smell that boys?” Jack said, taking a deep breath through his nose, sucking in her vaginal scent. “Smells like another stuck up bitch about to be fucked stupid and sold into white slavery. Yes, smells like…justice.”
Jack lowered his lips and sucked on her pussy lips, then ran his tongue over, around, into and through her pussy. He lapped at her cunt for a good five minutes, bringing Ms Americana to complete consciousness.
“Uunnnggghhhh,” she groaned. “How DARE you violate the sanctity of my body! I am a superior woman, a bona fide super heroine, not some cheap back alley whore.”
“Not yet,” Jack said. “But you will be.”
She growled in outrage and struggled. The men easily held her down. After a couple minutes struggling, she collapsed exhausted.
“What have you done to me?”
“You mean besides drugged unconscious, stripped, de-powered and began to fuck?”
“De-powered? Great Liberty, they did take my power belt!”
Ms Americana was horrified. This made twice that they tricked and de-powered her. Somehow she didn’t think the police would arrive in the nick of time this night. She could’ve called the police before coming in after Lydia, but then the police would get the credit. Coming in alone seemed like a good idea at the time.
She quickly did an inventory. Her power belt and bikini were gone. She still had her mask, tiara, gloves and boots. Every little bit helps. Of course, once they finished raping her no telling how far they would strip her down.
“Let Lydia go,” Ms Americana said. “You have me. That should be enough.”
“It’s never enough,” Jack said. “More, more, more, baby.”
Ms Americana turned icy blue eyes on him. Despite himself, Jack felt intimidated. But it didn’t last long. To regain the upper hand Jack plunged his finger up Ms Americana’s vagina.
“Yeewooowww,” she cried.
“Felt good, huh?”
“You miscreant bastard,” she cried. “I swear, you’ll get no pleasure from me.”
“Wanna bet?” he said, and laughed. “Just watch me.”
With that, Jack leveled his erect cock at her and dove in.
“Uuuuuggghhhh,” Ms Americana cried as his big cock spread her wide and rammed deep into her vagina.
Jack drove all the way in on the first thrust. Until that moment, Ms Americana didn’t realize how wet and lubricated her pussy had become. And it’s not that she wasn’t tight. She was very tight. She was just that wet.
Jack began to ride her hard. He was unmerciful, driving her crazy with a relentless, pounding stroke that explored the very depths of her vagina. Her captured hands grasped at thin air, then clawed that air in her helpless frustrations. Ms Americana’s back arched and she unconsciously wrapped her long, long legs around Jack as he fucked her hard and fast.
“Mercy!” she cried, feeling that she was at the verge of exploding. If she came, then her power belt would be useless to her. “I’m willing to talk, to negotiate.”
“Negotiate this,” he said, and started sucking on her nipple while continuing to fuck her pussy, long and hard.
That was too much stimulation. Ms Americana felt the intoxicating heat infusing her body change to that rush to climax. She gasped and groaned, bucked and writhed, but there was no escaping it now. That orgasm flooded her body, washing away all resistance, claiming her soul in the name of lust and pleasure.
“Aaaeeiiiiiieeeeeeee!” she cried. Then screamed again. And again. And again. Then when Jack shot his wad inside her, she climaxed again.
“Ooooo, what have you done to me?” Ms Americana asked weakly as Jack pulled out. “I feel so woozy, so weak.”
“I made you a woman,” Jack said.
Ms Americana didn’t have time to contemplate that. Mike and Todd pulled her to her knees. She was forced to all fours. Then Todd moved up behind her and Mike stood in front of her. Her mouth went dry, knowing what was coming next. Both men dropped their pants.
“Great Liberty, give me strength,” Ms Americana said. Then Todd thrust deep into her pussy. “Oh….my….uugghhh.”
Todd got a rhythm going pretty quickly, then reached around and grabbed her tits with both hands. He fondled her crudely as he fucked her hard. Meanwhile, Mike buried both hands deep in her shimmering black hair, and forced her face into his crotch. Seeing no choice, she opened her mouth and let him slip inside.
“Oh yes,” Mike breathed happily as he watched his thick cock sliding between Ms Americana’s red lips.
This time, that heady and erotic feeling of well being filled her almost immediately. It was such an incredible feeling. It radiated from Todd’s cock, sliding in and out of her cunt. The feeling was almost too good. A part of her rebelled against it, knowing it was sucking her dry. Knowing it was destroying everything she was before.
Todd started finger fucking her ass hole. It was profound. Ms Americana gasped around Mike’s dick. Then closed her eyes and began to suck in earnest. So right. So good.
“My God, look at her go,” Jack said, astounded. “We’ve tamed Ms Americana. We turned her into a shameless whore.” When Todd paused to gawk, he snapped, “Don’t stop. Finish her off. No mercy.”
Ms Americana heard him and knew it was true. One more climax, and she was lost. A goner. She was almost there, almost the wanton whore Jack and the others wanted her to be. The last vestiges of “Ms Americana” were barely hanging on.
Mike changed his rhythm. He became frantic fucking her face. She could barely keep up with his pounding. She knew he was about to cum, but was trying to hold out longer. So she intensified her sucking, and pushed him over the edge.
“Huuummmmmm,” she groaned, mouth overflowing with milky cum.
“Swallow,” Mike demanded. Her eyes went wide. That was too vile to consider. She wanted to spit, but was afraid they would just make her lick it up. And that would be too demeaning, so she reluctantly did as ordered and swallowed the hot jizm. “Good girl.”
Todd pulled out, then plunged into the ass hole he’d been loosening up. Ms Americana’s body froze. She gasped, clawing helplessly at the floor. He pulled partway out, and thrust back in even deeper.
Wild eyed, Ms Americana was in a daze when Randy made her rise up on her knees and pulled up a chair, dropped his pants and sat down before her. He let her lean forward on his lap, gasping and groaning. Todd was really doing a number on her now. Ms Americana saw Randy’s cock and swallowed it without prompting. Soon she was bobbing her head at the same pace Todd was ramming it home up her butt.
“The sweetest shot of ass I ever had,” Todd crowed.
Randy pulled her off his cock. She looked up into his leering eyes, not understanding what he wanted.
“Titty fuck me, Ameri-Tits,” Randy said. “Get those big, juicy tits around my dick and go to town, baby.”
Ms Americana shifted her body slightly, and plopped her 38Gs onto his lap. Then she took one tit in each hand and engulfed his erect cock. Randy groaned in pleasure when she started sliding her tits up and down his cock, buried so deep and luxuriously with her cleavage.
“I can’t take much more,” Ms Americana whispered. “Too much. Too much.”
“Faster,” Randy demanded.
Ms Americana obeyed. What else could she do? She was just sex machine to them. A fabulous fuck toy. A perfumed whore to fuck and toss aside.
That thought was too much. Ms Americana cried out and her head rolled back. She was at the brink. Todd was driving her body crazy. She couldn’t take it any more. That and the need to bounce her tits up and down Randy’s cock. Being so terribly dominated was more than she could handle.
She gasped, baby blues going wide, when she crossed the brink and began the fast rush to climax.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”
“Oh my God, you have to feel this!” Todd cried. “Her sphincter is clenching on my cock. Her whole ass hole is quivering like a vibrator.” He winced, “Oh…I’m going to lose it!”
Ms Americana felt his release. The feel of hot cum filling her butt made her feel all warm and tingly. She intensified her titty fucking of Randy, watching his face as she drove him closer and closer to the climax.
“Come on, baby,” Ms Americana cooed. “You can do it.”
“Oh, yes!” Randy shouted, and his cock began to spew milky cum like a geyser.
Ms Americana continued to titty fuck him, milking him dry. But she also lowered her mouth over the head of his cock. Most of the jizm squirted into her mouth.
Ms Americana licked and sucked Randy clean, then turned and did the same for Todd. No one asked her. No one ordered her to do it. She just did it, and was happy to perform that service.
“One more time, boys,” Jack said. “My turn.”
The white slavers spent the next four hours taking turns with Ms Americana. By the time they finished with her, Ms Americana was totally exhausted. They tied her limp body onto another rack and left the two women facing each other. They dragged themselves off to sleep.
“Uummmmuuugghhhhh!”
Ms
Americana lifted her head slowly, her lids heavy with exhaustion.
“
Licking her
swollen and sore lips, Ms Americana took a deep breath, fighting the exhaustion
that consumed her body and mind. Then
she started to buck and struggle, making her rack rock and rattle, and shimmy
slightly on the concrete floor. And she
managed to inch towards
“
Excitement spread across the blonde teenager’s pretty face. They both started working their racks towards each other. It was grueling work. A lot of energy went into just moving a few inches, and half the time they moved in the wrong direction or just rattled in place. It took a while, but they finally figured the best way to move the racks forward was to start them “dancing” and rattling on the floor, then pound their hips hard against the middle rail to propel themselves forward.
It took
more than an hour and a half, but finally the two racks pressed up against each
other, leaving the two bound super heroines nose to nose. And more importantly, their bound hands
overlapped each other. Well, at least Ms
Americana’s left hand and
“Hold on,”
Ms Americana murmured. The knots were
atop their wrists. So Ms Americana could
reach
“Ohh,” Ms Americana groaned once
“Holy Shit
yes,”
“Me, too,” Ms Americana said. She ran a trembling hand down over her naked chest and belly, sticky with dripping cum. She was barely able to walk, much less fight. “First thing, find our clothes and then call the police to get them while they sleep. They forced me to climax so many times I don’t know when my power belt will work again.”
The two
weakened women found their clothes on a table against the wall. They quickly dressed, with
Once they were dressed, they crept through the offices in search of the sleeping white slavers. They discovered they were alone in the building. Cursing their rotten luck, the shapely sirens got into Ms Americana’s car and headed home.
“They won’t escape us next time,” Ms Americana vowed.