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MS AMERICANA: SEXCAPADES

By Dark One

Our Story So Far: The Great and Mighty Ms Americana has saved the day again. As promised, she did what the police could not and captured the diabolical Roboteer. The Archvillain Roboteer was a genius with robotics, but crazy as a loon otherwise. But he proved too crafty for the police, so she promised the city she would end his reign of terror forthwith, and proceeded to do just that. Three days after taking the case, Ms Americana was triumphant and Roboteer was heading for the slammer. All that was left was his inactive army of robots scattered around the area.

“Take him away, officer,” Ms Americana said.

“I’ll have my vengeance yet, Americana,” Roboteer snarled as the assembled paparazzi snapped away picture after picture.

“How quaint, yet another villain vowing vengeance,” she said. The crowd “ooo’ed” and “awww’ed” appropriately. She struck a classic super heroine pose long enough for the photogs to each snap off a dozen pictures, then moved into another pose. She knew how to work the press. “I’m shivering in my boots, Roboteer. Promise.”

And she struck a spectacular picture, too, in her red, white and blue star-spangled and stripped bikini costume. Her image, and costume, were world famous. Besides the patriotically themed bikini, she wore a golden power belt with matching tiara, blue choker and star-spangled blue mask, red gauntlet gloves and matching calf boots with a white stripe up the front and around the top. Yes, she understood that she was quite a sight to behold.

Roboteer just growled at her as the two cops holding him turned him toward their squad card. The Queen of Justice caught his eye and smiled smugly, waggling her perfectly plucked eyebrows.

Ms Americana watched the metal clad robot-wannabe being taken away. It hadn’t been easy capturing him. He was as tough as he was evil and crazy. And his little army of robots was even tougher.

“Wow, you did it again, Miss Americana,” a rookie cop gushed. He was clearly smitten with her, and completely incapable of tearing his awestruck eyes from her heaving bosom.

“That’s MS, Officer Monroe. Not MISS. MS Americana. Very important. Don’t ever forget it again, understand?” Ms Americana demanded, baby blues furious. “AND STOP STARING AT MY BREASTS!”

The cop turned crimson, turned around and marched off. The other cops in the area frowned at her, then turned back to their business. They’d all seen it before, if not been a victim of her mercurial temper. She often heard the words “bitch” and “shrew” muttered around her by cops and city officials. But she didn’t care, for she was beloved of the people and that was all that mattered.

“Speaking of breasts,” Gabe, a particularly degenerate paparazzi photog, said, “How about you giving me a good profile shot, so I can capture the majestic glory of those hooters.”

“You….you,” she all but sputtered, feeling her face turning red. “Why am I not surprise it’s YOU, Gabe, despoiling the beauty of this moment of Justice Realized.”

“Justice what?” Gabe said, his butt ugly face all screwed up in thought. Then he shook his head, clearing it of clutter. “Aw, bend over facing me, so I can get a down shot into the Grand Canyon.”

The assembled men of the “press” were all leering hungrily at her body. Mostly at her 44DDs. It was par for the course. Happened every time. But this time it grated on her nerves.

<Good thing I’m going on vacation tomorrow,> she thought. <Otherwise…>

The leering and suggestive comments and requests were getting worse of late. The paparazzi photographers were bolder, more demanding. Cruder. All they cared about was the shot. That picture that would bring them a small fortune. The Money Shot.

Tick off Ms Americana enough to make her attack one of their number, and they all cashed in big time. That was news. She had managed to contain her anger, so far. But they knew how to push her buttons.

“Okay, so no titty shots,” Arney said. He and Gabe were cut from the same cloth. The same dirty, greasy cloth. “Turn around and bend over. Ass shots are good.”

Ms Americana’s baby blues flashed at him, then narrowed dangerously. The wolves could smell blood.

Gabe piped in, “Thrust out your sweet round trunk, babe, then arch your back real sexy.”

“Yeah,” Arney called. “Like you’re getting banged good up the ass.”

Ms Americana was almost shaking she was so angry. It took all of her will power to maintain her composure. But one day, she’d meet those perverts in a dark place, without any witnesses, and….well they would keep their comments to themselves after that.

“Party’s over,” Ms Americana said tightly. “Officer Monroe! Snap to it, man. Clear the area.”

He hesitated. She narrowed her gaze at him. He glanced at a nearby Sergeant, who shrugged, then nodded.

“You heard the…er…Lady,” Officer Monroe said. “Move it. Get the lead out, boys. Nothing here to see anymore.”

The crowd grumbled and bantered. But they slowly moved away. Within five minutes it was almost silent again. The sexy super heroine watched the crime scene unit do their magic, and then watched as semi-tractor trailer rigs pulled in and were loaded up with robots and robot pieces. She grinned at the sight of the smashed robots.

<Roboteer thought they were a match for me!>

“Hey, these robots are all anatomically correct,” a cop shouted. “Quick, someone find a girl robot for Monroe.”

“With big tits,” another piped in.

They all broke up laughing. Ms Americana frowned at them. Such humor was unprofessional. But they were fast, if not entirely professional in her opinion. Soon, all the robots and debris was photographed, tagged and shipped off. She stayed until everything was cleared, to be sure the area was safe for ordinary citizens.

“Good,” she said as the last truck and last cop departed. She was exhausted. “Great Liberty, I’ve gone too long between vacations. This place is starting to get to me.”

Ms Americana sighed wearily, then grinned ear to ear. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, she would be boarding a private jet for Hawaii. Two weeks of fun and sun. No vile criminals. No moronic cops. No cocky miscreants. Just total veg time to read a trashy romance novel or three, her secret vice.

“Time to go home,” she said, and stretched. Then she heard a metal on metal clank from inside the warehouse. “What’s that?”

Easing inside, all senses alert to any danger, Ms Americana looked around warily. Roboteer’s robots were fierce fighters. Besides being inhumanly strong, they felt no pain and were virtually indestructible. She really had her hands full with them earlier.

About twenty feet inside the door she found a robot lying on its back in a pool of light from a single overhead bulb. She couldn’t believe they missed one. Especially one so obvious.

“Mmm, it’s a big one,” she said, staring at the robot’s erect, hard rubber cock. It was easily ten inches if it was an inch. Walking up to the robot, she nudged it in the side with the toe of her red booted foot. Nothing. But, inexplicably, she was transfixed by that exposed, erect cock. “Very big.”

Suddenly her chest got tight and she struggled to breathe. She licked full red lips and glanced around. Everyone was gone. No one around for blocks. It was, after all, the middle of the night in a warehouse district.

The robot was about six foot six. Very big in all ways. In the dark, a person would be hard pressed to tell it wasn’t a real man. And its cock was standing at attention.

Beckoning.

“Great Liberty,” she groaned and knelt beside the robot. She gently placed her hand palm down over its chest, where a human heart would be. The vibration of an active robot was not found. It was truly OFF. Deactivated. So she reached out with a trembling hand and stroked the ten inch cybernetic cock.

“So big,” she murmured breathlessly. “So hard.”

Ms Americana hadn’t had sexual relations in over ten years. Sexual tension, the frustration that built up when her NEEDS were not met, fueled the golden power belt encircling her waist. That pent up sexual frustration came from endless nights tossing and turning in bed, and thus enabling her to be a super heroine. She could never have sex, because she never knew when Ms Americana would be needed.

“But…I’m going to be out of the loop for two whole weeks,” she said. As horny as she usually was, it wouldn’t take many days to be back to full strength. And she would have two whole weeks and some if needed. She licked her upper lip and glanced around wide-eyed, then listened intently. Suddenly, blinding fear engulfed the beautiful super heroine. <If I was discovered…..if someone spotted ME, humping this….Great Liberty, I cannot chance it.> she thought, heart hammering in her ears. But when would she have another opportunity like this?

Ms Americana definitely COULD NOT have sexual relations with anyone. Period. People talked. It would ruin her pristine reputation. Above all, she had to be strong, and MORALLY PURE. She was ABOVE base needs and desires. She was the epitome of the Super Woman, a role-model for young women the world over. And even Brenda Wade, her alter ego, was too rich, powerful and famous to have casual sex. That would be almost as big of a scandal.

Her whole, shapely body was afire now. It was so hard to breathe. Facing impossible odds against merciless foes didn’t affect her like this.

“I feel so tingly,” she murmured.

Suddenly, Ms Americana realized with shock her left hand was massaging her arching twat, while her right was stroking the robot’s penis. She snatched both hands back and felt her face burn with shame.

“I’m not some wanton, sex-starved whore,” she scolded herself. “Just….ugh…a woman.”

The trembling Queen of Justice gazed down longingly at the hard rubber and plastic cock. She couldn’t believe she was reduced to this. She felt ashamed and pathetic. How her enemies and detractors would howl with glee to see her now.

“Abstinence is killing me,” she groaned miserably. She bit her lower lip a few seconds. “Just a little relief, before I go for two weeks vacation, can’t be bad.” She scooted a bit closer to the prone robot. “There wouldn’t be any harm done.” Her trembling hand reached out again, and grasped it firmly. “I’m so tense it couldn’t take more than a minute or two to relieve me. And no one would be the wiser.”

Butterflies erupted in her belly now that she acknowledged to herself she was seriously considering the inconceivable. Then she felt moisture seeping out of her close cropped, bikini waxed pussy. She was beginning to feel intensely warm and tingly.

Ms Americana liked it.

Forbidden sex and danger of discovery. The thought set her heart to hammering double time. Then doubled again. Without thought, both red gloved hands rose up and pushed her titanic 44DDs together. Hard.

“Hmmmm,” she groaned. It felt TOO good. “I need this as much, if not more than, my vacation.”

Biting her lower lips, the Queen of Justice got up and hurried to the door of the warehouse. No one was outside. There was no sound or other sign of anyone being around, either. She started to close the door, but realized she wouldn’t hear anyone’s approach if she did that, so left it open. Ms Americana then hurried back to the robot.

Straddling the robot’s legs, Ms Americana fell to her knees and paused to admire and stroke the hard rubber shaft, with the slightly softer rubber “head.” The head was even, obscenely, shaped like a man’s cock head. She rubbed it, trying to recall if a real man felt any different. But it had been too long.

“I’m going to regret this, I know it,” Ms Americana said quietly, and leaned over the cock.

She lowered her lips until the cock head was pressed against them. Then full red lips parted and she sucked in the robot’s cock.

“Hhhmmmmm,” she groaned.

The sexy oversexed super heroine took her time, savoring the time she spent sucking and licking, and bobbing her head atop, the robot’s ever-hard cock. It took better than half an hour, but she finally sated her need to suck cock, and moved up the robot’s body until her moist, burning cunt was directly above stiff robot cock. So she pulled the bikini red, white and blue satin bottom to the side and guided the cock up to, then inside her pussy.

Click.

“What?” she said, freezing in place and listening intently, with just the robot’s cock head snuggled inside her slit. It sounded like it came from the robot. Placing her hand over its heart again…nothing. “Can’t lose my nerve.”

Ms Americana let her weight push her down the shaft, impaling herself upon the robot’s enormous cock. Going in, it felt ten feet long and five feet wide. At first she didn’t think it would fit. It was BIG. She was spread impossibly wide. It even hurt a little, and she was wearing her power belt.

“I’m so bad,” she murmured. About four inches of rubber cock was inside her. The sexy heroine gyrated her well rounded hips and slid another three inches down that thick shaft. “This is so wrong.”

But instead of righting that wrong, the Queen of Justice started a slow up and down movement, up and down that incredible shaft. Every thrust in was pure ecstasy. Every stroke out was electrified pleasure. Each stroke a little deeper until the full length of the robot’s cock finally entered her.

“Great Liberty,” she said. “Uugghh, this is….oouughh, so, so….ooohh so great.”

After a few minutes of that, the cock and her cunt were so wet with her pussy juices each stroke was accompanied with a loud “Squiiissh” sound.

Squish, squish. Squish, squish. Squish, squish.

Soon, Delta City’s most noble, most respect paladin of morality was bouncing wantonly upon an inanimate cock. Her 44DDs were bouncing merrily. Her long, satiny black hair was bouncing silkily.

She started stroking her tits. It felt great. So she reached between her titanic tits and unsnapped. The strapless top sprang away from her body, allowing those enormous milky globes to pop out and bounce in wonderful freedom. Ms Americana immediately began rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Occasionally pulling those most sensitive nipples.

The fire within flamed even brighter. She began to sweat.

“Great Liberty! Oh! Yes!” she cried joyously. “I’m a happy girl now!”

Squish, squash, squish. Over and over, up and down.

Ms Americana’s head rolled back. She felt her long, luxurious mane caressing her back. She could feel the climax building now. Moving up. Building. It would be a big one. A release a long time coming.

“Oh! Yes! YES!” she cried.

Suddenly, her closed eyes registered light and darkness flashing. She didn’t recall that during her infrequent climaxes during her youth. So it was really going to be a BIG one.

“Uuuuuggghhh,” she cried, trying to hold it off so it could build to its proper glory. When she came, Ms Americana wanted it to be the Grandmother of all orgasms. “I’m a great super heroine, so I deserve a great super CLIMAX!”

Her ears started buzzing and clicking. A low murmuring sound filled her as she bounced to her glory and ultimate release and pleasure. It felt so good she already felt some of her sexual tension bleeding away, and with it went some of her super strength. For a brief second she panicked, afraid to lose her Power. But it felt too good, too RIGHT to stop or even hesitate in her glorious bouncing.

Suddenly, that building climax erupted. It was unstoppable now. She arched her back and her baby blues flew open as that monster orgasm rushed to the finish line, and EXPLODED.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Wow!” a familiar voice cried. “Thar she blows!”

“Gabe?” she cried, horrified.

As her head popped up and she looked around, she was almost blinded by the flashing cameras. There had to be fifty men circled around her snapping endless pictures. Some were even aiming video cameras at her. And all of the worst sort of man and paparazzi was there, like Gabe, Arney, Joey Jakes and Helen Slate. All taking pictures of HER fucking a robot with wild abandon.

“GREAT LIBERTY!”

Then, behind the paparazzi, she spotted policemen. Waiting patiently. A deep sense of betrayal overwhelmed her. She’d done so much for them. Why had they done this to her?

Then one of them lifted a small device and pressed a button.

“Yeeeooowww!” she cried as that ten inch cock fully embedded inside her cunt came to life. And in it began to VIBRATE. “Uuugggggggggghhhhhhhhooooooowww!”

Ms Americana couldn’t believe the unadulterated, pure wicked PLEASURE radiating through her shapely body. It was ten times better that the previous non vibrating fuck. Within seconds she climaxed.

“Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiewwwwwwwww!” she cried, and climaxed again. “Ooooooogggggggguuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!”

Ms Americana’s baby blues crossed, her back arched and her head rolled aback in abject pleasure. Without thought, her hips began to swivel, then started to gyrate more intensely. Within two minutes the Queen of Justice was once again sliding up and down that thick rubber shaft, bouncing and making tiny animal noise of abject joy and pleasure.

“Great…Lib…ber…teeeeee,” she gasped. “Sooooo…..gooood.”

Now that she knew what to look for and listen for, Ms Americana knew the paparazzi was photographing her every movement, every rise and fall of her well rounded hips. They were filming her fucking that damn robot, but she could not stop herself.

That vibrating cock OWNED her right then and there. And she didn’t care.

“Yeeeeeoowoww!” she cried, climaxing again. And again. And again.

After about thirty minutes of mindless vibrator sex, well recorded sex at that, Ms Americana heard the most hated and perverted member of the paparazzi say, “Ms Americana needs a real man.”

“You betcha,” his cohort Arney called. “Go for it.”

<No…way,> she thought, then felt another climax starting to rush up at her, unstoppable.

Seconds later, she felt a man’s large hands come around from behind and timidly cup her 44DDs.

“Uuuunnnnmmmm,” she groaned, it felt so good.

So Gabe gave her tits a little squeeze.

“Oooonnnnmmmm.”

So Gabe began squeezing and caressing her tits in earnest. Her body turned into liquid heat at that moment. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder and her soft cheek pressed against his ill-shaven cheek. All strength left her body and she realized she was utterly de-powered now.

Utterly helpless.

“Please…Gabe,” she said in a tiny voice only he could hear. “I’m helpless. So weak.” And she climaxed again, “Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!”

While fondling her magnificent 44DDs, Gabe began kissing and nuzzling her slender, perfumed neck. So warm and soft. Then he kissed her cheek, and she rolled her face towards him. Their eyes locked and her full red lips parted every so slightly.

“YES!” Arney cried as they kissed hard and deep. “Money shot!”

Gabe molested her tits and kissed her for about five minutes, then pulled back a bit. She whimpered at the loss of human touch and comfort. Gabe then pushed her forward, so that her dangling tits brushed against the robot’s chest. Then Gabe seized both of her shapely hips and guided his cock straight into her defenseless bunghole.

“OOoohhhhhhhhhhhhh,, Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried. “You’re sodomizing ME!”

She was tight. Gabe never believed any orifice, any woman, could be that tight. He was definitely in virgin territory. Her sphincter throbbed and quivered and spasmed all around his thrusting cock, driving him mad with pleasure. But he didn’t stop or pull out. Gabe kept on plowing that virgin field, until he was hip deep in super heroine rump.

Then the robot clicked and the cock’s vibration doubled in intensity.

“Uuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!” she cried, climaxing again. “Great Liberty…I…am…being…TAMED!”

“Look at her go!” Arney called, never hesitating in his picture taking. “What a slut!”

“What a SUPER slut,” Joey Jakes yelled. “Whoa! I want some of that sweet action.”

Seconds later, Ms Americana felt a big hand seize the soft hair atop her head. Her head was pulled up and she found herself staring at an erect cock. Joey Jakes’ cock.

“Eat me, Ameri-slut,” Joey demanded, jabbing the sticky tipped cock in her face. “Suck my dick, you cock starved, wanton whore.”

“A real dick,” she muttered, and swallowed hard.

Ms Americana’s full lips parted, and her wet pink tongue darted out to first lick the head of Joey’s cock, then guide the putrid penis into her hungry mouth. She rolled her tongue around the cock head, then sucked on it intensely while enjoying a taste she’d forgotten. A taste she always loved, but tried to deny. All the while Gabe was joyfully humping away on her bunghole and the robot’s cock was vibrating her into hedonistic la-la land.

“Mmm, good,” she mumbled around Joey’s cock.

“This whore KNOWS how to suck cock,” Joey called happily. “She’s at a professional level, I’d say.”

“Whore-mongering Joey would know about professional BJs,” Arney laughed. “He spends all of his spare time and money at King Pimp’s brothel, The Palace.”

Ms Americana noticed Gabe’s pumping was becoming more frantic. She instinctively started contracting her sphincter muscles to increase his pleasure, and enjoyed how he gasped and groaned as he strained to prolong it as much as possible.

“Mmm, so good,” Ms Americana breathed. “So good to me.”

Gabe reached down and around her, squeezed her tits really hard, and shot his wad deep inside her butt hole. Ms Americana felt his cock convulsing, ejecting loads of creamy cum deep inside her. And she climaxed.

“Mmmmmmmuuuughhhhh!”

“Oh God,” Joey grunted. “I…can’t…hold….ugh!”

Suddenly, Ms Americana’s eager mouth was flooded with hot, milky cum. She gobbled it down greedily before he pulled out of her mouth, still spurting jizm. It fountained into her face, across her nose, lips and left cheek. It dribbled down her chin.

“Money shot! Get it! Money shot!” Joey cried, laughing with wicked glee. “I’m creaming Ms Americana’s fucking face! Wahoo!”

The Queen of Justice cut her baby blues up to see Joey basking in the glory of fucking HER. Half the crowd was high fiving each other while the rest took pictures and video of the most unlikely of events. They would all surely make a fortune off this night of debauchery.

The thought made her cum again.

Next, Arney took Gabe’s place behind the well fucked super heroine. And a short, fat black paparazzi stepped before her face, leering down at her with the most frighteningly lusty look she could imagine.

“I want some pussy action,” Arney declared.

Before she realized what was happening, Ms Americana was pulled up and off the robot’s vibrating cock. Then Arney spun her around, and sat her back down atop that wicked cock. To everyone’s, but Arney’s, surprise, that robotic cock slipped straight up her bunghole.

“Yeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwww!” she cried with instant climax.

Ms Americana fell straight back upon the robot. A big black cock fell across her face a second later. She didn’t hesitate, grabbing the cock and guiding it into her hungry mouth.

“Mmmm, delicious.”

Gabe cried, “Look at her. She loves cock more than any whore I’ve ever seen.”

Arney chose that moment to mount her well fucked, well lubricated cunt. The vibrating cock had done a number on her pussy. He met no resistance, and glided deep within with the first stroke.

Ms Americana didn’t know how long those two men lasted on her, or the next two, or the next and next. She had no idea how long she was fucked, or by how many men. But eventually the cops waded in and put an end to the sexual melee.

“Alright, everyone,” Officer Monroe said, waving men away. “Back up. Party’s over. Ms Americana has to go now.”

“Yes. Tired,” Ms Americana said. The cock stopped vibrating and she was barely able to sit up and pull herself off that most devastating of cocks. She silently lamented that it had surely TAMED her that night, even before the men climbed on top of her for their perverted joy rides. “Thank you, Officer Monroe. But what took you so long? Did you see how they were taking advantage of me and sexually abusing me?”

“All I saw was a wanton whore performing illicit, disgusting and ILLEGAL sex acts in public,” Officer Monroe said.

“What?”

He reached down, seized her right wrist and snapped a pair of cuffs onto it. He jerked her to her stiletto heeled feet and spun her around. Before she knew it he locked the other wrist in the handcuffs as well.

“I’m the victim!” she cried. “Why are you handcuffing me?”

“Ms Americana, you are under arrest,” Officer Monroe said, smirking.

“What charge?”

“Lewd and lascivious behavior, illegal sexual activity in public, sodomy,” he said, listing the charges off. He took a long, up and down, look at her beauty revealed, in all its naked glory. “And, indecent exposure.”

“No! You’ll destroy me!”

“Look around you. What have YOU been doing for the past few hours?” he said viciously. “You sick wanton whore. You destroyed YOURSELF. You self-destructed, as sure as the sun rises every day.”

“No! Please, mercy,” Ms Americana cried, struggling to be free of the hated handcuffs. But she no longer had super strength. After hours of nonstop sex, she barely had the strength to stand up. “I was set up. Framed.”

He leaned in close and whispered, eyes burning with hatred, “Now for the coup de grace, Ms Americana.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s see who the wanton slut is behind this legendary mask,” Officer Monroe said more loudly. “Let’s find out who Ms Americana REALLY is.”

Ms Americana’s stomach fell away. Cold dread flowed through her shapely body. Never did she imagine anyone of them, especially the police, would unmask her, or even want to. They NEEDED Ms Americana. Unmasking her would be the final nail in her coffin, killing Ms Americana for once and all time.

“No. Please don’t,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything. Anything at all. Anything you want, I’ll do. Sex. Money, ANYTHING.”

“No can do, Ms Americana,” Office Monroe said with a professional voice, but a cold glint in his eyes. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong and fast. In a flash, he had hold of one side of her blue, star-spangled mask. “And behind mask number one is…,” RIIIPP! “…is…?”

Flashes half-blinded the wild-eyed socialite super heroine. Her most precious, most closely guarded secret was out. She was outted, exposed in the most heinous manner. Ms Americana’s crime-fighting days were over. Gone. Caput.

“Brenda Wade!” Gabe cried. “My God, Brenda is the second most stuck up cunt in Delta City, right behind Ms Americana!”

“Brenda Fucking Wade is Ms Americana!” Joey crowed. “What a story!”

“How could you?” she gasped, shaking her head NO in fruitless denial. “You’ve destroyed the most wonderful thing in this city. You’ve killed the Queen of Justice. You’ve destroyed Ms Americana.”

“No, you did by blatantly breaking the law,” Officer Monroe said smugly. “You had it…CUMMING.”

Looking around, all she saw were satisfied, lusty faces. No one cared that they helped to destroy her. Destroyed a beloved super heroine. They only cared about seeing her get it good, both sexually and legally. And they were all making a fortune in the process.

Officer Monroe’s partner, Officer Billingsly, had her bikini top draped over his left shoulder. Monroe paused to remove her power belt, that he tossed over his own shoulder like he was a cowboy taking his saddlebags with him.

Ms Americana was taken to the waiting squad car and forced into the back seat, like so many thousands of criminals she had apprehended in her long, storied career. Treated like a common criminal.

The whole thing was caught on film, with hundreds of pictures and video taken to be shown endlessly on local and network news shows, and on countless internet information and porn sites.

“Great Liberty, I am a criminal,” she whispered, shocked to realize all the charges he listed WOULD stick. No one would care that she was set up. No one, least of all the DA. “I’m fucked.”

“Yes, seriously fucked,” Officer Billingsly said as he slipped behind the wheel.

“That’s all there is to see here,” Officer Monroe said as the paparazzi snapped endless pictures of her inside the squad car. “You best hurry if you want any pictures of Ms Americana/Brenda Wade being led into the jail house to be booked and tossed in a cell.”

With that, the paparazzi almost as one turned and rushed away. Ms Americana sat there in the squad car, lights flashing, and listened to the countless cars roar to life and peel out in their haste to get to the jail. No one wanted to miss that “money shot.”

“This is the most fun I’ve had as cop,” Officer Monroe said, then opened the back door and slipped in beside Ms Americana. “Say, sweet-tits, wanna share some hot loving with me? You know how much I LOVE your tits.”

Ms Americana’s face burned crimson. He had an unobstructed view, up close and personal, of her naked tits now. And he was busy soaking it all in, too.

“Pig.”

“Is that a yes or no?”

“No. Never,” she growled.

“Really?” he said. He glanced at his partner and grinned evilly. Officer Billingsly got out of the car and started walking around to other side. Monroe then turned back to Ms Americana, and this time there was menace in his eyes and voice. “Care to reconsider? We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“I don’t feel like cooperating in my own rape,” she said, understanding it was about to get worse.

“As you wish, Ms Americana,” Officer Monroe said. Then he turned to Officer Billingsly, just outside his door. “You know, Brad, Ms Americana was always my hot mystery woman sex fantasy. But, it was the drop dead gorgeous, vivacious Brenda Wade that rocked my sex obsessed mind since I first met her twelve years ago. For all of these years I’ve dreamed of fucking Brenda Wade until my balls exploded.”

“She’s a real beauty, Johnny,” he said, grinning. “What’s stopping you?”

‘Nothing.”

Officer Monroe reached over and seized Ms Americana’s long black hair and slid out of the squad car, dragging her kicking and screaming. He jerked her out of the car, spun her around and slammed a right cross into her face.

“Aaiiieee!”

The force of that incredibly painful punch spun the vanquished vigilante completely around. Officer Billingsly was waiting. He pounded a hard fist into her rock hard belly, doubling her up.

“Ooofff!”

Then Billingsly turned her around, wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted Ms Americana off the ground. Then Officer Monroe started beating her 44DDs like they were punching bags

“Yyeeeeeeeeeooooowwwwww-uuuooooeeiiiiiiiieeeee!” she cried. “Mercy!”

“Payback is a mother fucker, Ameri-bitch,” Officer Monroe snarled. “You’ve belittled and abused us for too long. We don’t need you. We can do fine without your holier-than-thou attitude and condescending put-downs.”

“No one in the Police Department will cry over your fall,” Billingsly said into her ear. “In fact, I’d be surprised if we didn’t have a big party to celebrate.”

“Pigs,” she groaned.

“Yeah, that’s what all of you CRIMINALS and MISCREANTS call us,” Monroe said, grinning.

Billingsly backed up to the squad car and leaned back. Monroe stepped up close. Ms Americana’s pussy started to warm up as a deep, pleasant tingle began. She felt her juices begin to flow as well, preparing her twat for a sound fucking. ANOTHER sound fucking.

Billingsly dropped her. She wobbled atop her five inch stiletto boots a second, but Monroe seized her 44DDs and steadied her. From behind, she heard, “ZIIPPP!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh, yes,” Billingsly said, sounding very pleased.

He forced her to bend over, with knees locked. A second later his cock pressed up to her swollen sphincter. She gasped when he pushed in with virtually no resistance. The paparazzi had already fucked all the strength out of her butt hole. Broken her anal resistance. In less than a minute he had pumped himself all the way up her poop shoot. Then he pulled her back up and leaned back against the squad car again.

“Uuuuuggghhhhhh!”

Monroe took her by the ankles and lifted her feet high overhead, while Billingsly was thrusting her up and down his erect shaft. He paused long enough to grab her behind both knees, then continue to bounce her upon his hungry cock.

“Gggreeaatt Liiibeeerrty!” she cried. “Ooooooohhh!”

“Like that, huh?” Officer Monroe sneered. “You self-righteous slut. What a raging whore you are, Brenda Wake, A.K.A. Ms Americana.”

“Forgive me!” she cried, then her baby blues rolled up into her head. “Ooooo, so good. Please…..ooooohhh.”

“You’re so disgusting,” Monroe said, then pulled out his cock. It sprang out of his pants hard and long. “So you are really going to like being the MEAT in a Ms Americana sandwich, between two cops.”

“Oh, yes,” she groaned as he began rubbing this cock head all over his closely-cropped, bikini waxed pussy. Then his cock pushed her slit open and slipped inside. “OH! Yes. Sandwich me!”

Ms Americana already felt Billingsly start to harden even more, his breathing was ragged in her ear and she knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Monroe pushed into her vagina, and groaned low in pure carnal pleasure. She groaned as well, enjoying it even more. Part of her mind was horrified -- both at the things they were doing to her and the pleasure she was enjoying -- but the pleasure her body was receiving overrode everything else.

“Whore,” Monroe hissed, and started hammering her pussy with more enthusiasm and force than she’d ever known. Even the paparazzi hadn’t fucked her that hard. “You are such a sleazy whore. Admit it, bitch.”

“Oooh,” she groaned.

He grabbed her 44DDs as he fucked her, mashing and squeezing them with relish. Her pussy melted, awash in tingling heat that flowed throughout her shapely body. She felt so terribly hot. Sweat was starting to bead all over her overused body.

“Ooooggghhh!” she groaned.

She felt every thrust by each man intensely, with hypersensitive detail. In and out, out of sync. Officer Monroe was fucking her hard and fast, while Billingsly was bouncing her up and down his shaft with soul searing slowness. It was driving her sexually mad, and she LOVED it.

“Admit it, you are a whore slut, and you LIKE IT,” he demanded.

He pinched and twisted her erect, rock hard nipples. It was like a lightning bolt of pleasure ripping through her body, intensifying the pleasure she was experiencing. The erotic heat infusing her stunning body was dramatically intensified. She felt the first stirring of the approaching climax deep in her belly.

“I’m…..uugghhhh,” she groaned. “I’m….oooogghhh!”

“Slut.”

“Slut,” she repeated.

It felt so terribly good. How could she go back to the way it was before after THIS? After this whole night of debauchery, Ms Americana understood she was ruined as a super heroine. If her enemies didn’t assassinate her, or worse, she couldn’t go back to be chaste Ms Wade. She would have needs after this night was over.

“Admit it,” Monroe demanded. “You are a whore at heart.”

“I’m….uugghh…a whore,” Ms Americana groaned and gasped out. “A whore at heart.”

That did it. Ms Americana’s admission was like a gut punch. Her words rang true, and she felt the reverberations to her very essence. Her self image started to crumble for the first time. That shining figure of Ms Americana in a classic super heroine pose started to blur.

And that changed everything within. Suddenly, that tiny part of her still fighting collapsed and died. With nothing stopping it, the orgasm that was being held at bay was set loose upon its victim. Her back arched and her baby blues went wide as the climax rushed to completion.

“I…..am…..a …..whore!” she cried as that climax consumed her, body and soul. “Aaaaaaaaaauuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”

“I know,” Officer Monroe said, smug in his victory.

“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Can you feel that?” Billingsly cried.

“Yes,” Monroe said, voice straining. “My God, her pussy is incredible. It’s quivering like a ….vibrator.”

“So’s her ass,” he said. “I can…can’t take…it much……Uuugghhhhh, God yes.”

“Uuuughhh,” Ms Americana groaned, feeling Officer Billingsly cum deep up her ass. Then Monroe’s rhythm suddenly got erratic. He started gasping, then his face turned beat red. Seconds later he shot his wad inside her pussy. “Oooh, yes, baby, yes.”

After both men had emptied their nuts inside her, they pulled out and she was released to fall down to her knees between them. She looked up to find Monroe’s sticky, wet cock in her face. Both cops were just grinning at each other, oblivious to what she was doing. The panting super heroine, though, just stared at Monroe’s cock bouncing before her.

“Let me,” she muttered, rose up on her knees and licked the head. Hard. “Mmm, good.”

Ms Americana sucked and licked Officer Monroe clean. Then she turned around and did the same for Officer Billingsly.

“Let’s go, Americana,” Officer Monroe said. “Time for you to face justice.”

Ms Americana was placed into the back seat and the two cops got in front and drove off. They drove in silence, everyone lost in their own private sexual fantasies and memories. The Queen of Justice, though, was also exhausted emotionally and physically. Indeed, Ms Americana was dozing by the time they reached the police station.

“Come on, Sleeping Beauty,” Officer Monroe said, chuckling has he woke and pulled Ms Americana out of the back seat. “Time to walk the press and paparazzi gauntlet.”

“Yes, and we all know how you crave the spotlight and love to appear before the press,” Officer Billingsly said, grinning.

Gabe and Arney were the first photographers she spotted upon coming out in the open. The two ravishers started taking pictures as she was led handcuffed, unmasked and naked past them, covered in cum. There were twice as many photographers at the station, and local news reports as well. All were calling her name and calling out to the cops. Ms Americana’s head kept swinging back and forth, between the two lines of press she was forced to walk between. She said nothing, but her baby blues were wide in horror and disbelieve, as ultimate humiliation consumed her.

The two cops took her straight into processing. Her picture was first take naked and unmasked. Then she was given her bikini and mask, and more mug shots taken. And finally, she was tossed in a cell in full costume, minus her power belt.

“Well, lookie here, girls, the High and Mighty Ms Americana has been arrested and thrown into our cell,” a hooker Ms Americana had roughed up and arrested numerous times said, rising to her feet. Sassy St. Angelique was dressed in a florescent pink mini dress, with wide black belt and stiletto calf boots. She looked the still handcuffed super heroine over with relish. “We heard you committed some nasty sex crime of moral turpitude, but didn’t really believe it.”

“Don’t believe everything you’ve heard,” Ms Americana said, trying to project a brave front. It wasn’t easy to do while handcuffed. She was helpless and everyone knew it, including the despicable cops that tossed her into that cell with her blood enemies. She was so terribly hampered by the handcuffs. “My arrest is a HUGE mistake.”

“Really?” Sassy said, starting to walk slowly towards Ms Americana. There was no hesitancy in her clicking step, or in her startling green eyes. The shapely brunette’s full red lips curled into a smug smile as she neared the helpless heroine. “We also heard that Ms Americana was unmasked by the police on site, and that she is really that snobbish goodie-two-shoes Brenda Wade.”

Ms Americana felt the color leaving her face. Everyone in the cell noticed, too. Their confidence level rose dramatic, as hers dropped dismally. If hookers in jail KNEW, then everyone did. All of her enemies were out gunning for her now.

<I’m doomed,> she thought, heart dropping into her stomach.

The hapless heroine felt the strength bleeding out of her legs. She wobbled a brief moment. Her mind reeled, trying to ferret out a solution to her dilemma. How could she reverse this setback? How could she save herself and Lydia?

“You don’t need this,” Sassy said viciously, and ripped off Ms Americana’s mask. “Hello, Brenda. So nice to finally meet you, face to face. I have a score to settle, you self-righteous bitch.” Then she reached out, unsnapped Ms Americana’s top and pulled it off. Tossing it aside, “You won’t be needing that, either.”

Ms Americana fell to her knees before the angry hooker. She no longer had any hope, and the strength was washed from her legs. So she just knelt before a very self-satisfied looking Sassy, looking up at the woman now dominating her so cruelly.

Sassy loved the sight before her. Ms Americana -- Brenda Wade in costume -- was kneeling before her, trembling like a terrified bunny rabbit. So she lifted her pink skirt and exposed her shaven pussy.

“Mercy,” Ms Americana begged.

“Eat me,” Sassy demanded. “Now.”

Face burning red, the vanquished vigilante leaned forward and stuck out her hot, wet tongue. The hard working hooker’s twat stank of urine and unwashed sex. She began by gently licking Sassy’s folded pussy lips. The hooker was unfazed by the attention. After a few minutes, though, Sassy started to grind her hips, pushing her pussy into Ms Americana’s mouth harder and harder, more and more demanding. Then she reached down between her own legs and pulled her pussy open.

“Mmmmm,” Sassy said. “This super bitch really knows how to eat pussy.”

SLURP! “Mmmm, good,” Ms Americana said, desperate to please the domineering hooker. SLURP!

Within just a few minutes, another incarcerated hooker moved behind the dethroned Queen of Justice and knelt. She pulled Ms Americana’s star-spangled bottoms down and started fingering her wet, sticky pussy. A chill of erotic pleasure surged through the sexy super heroine’s shapely body. Erotic heat flowed behind it, leaving the helpless heroine panting as she ate pussy. Then a third hooker knelt on the other side of her, and started fingering her poop shoot.

“They are going to kill you,” Stephanie Metzinger said. She was a strikingly beautiful woman of eighteen. She was blonde and had blue eyed, with the body of a super heroine. She was the hooker molesting Ms Americana’s pussy so wonderfully. “You have no hope whatsoever.”

Ms Americana’s heart froze. Her horrible words rang true.

“That sexy little tart Flag Girl is doomed, too,” Stephanie continued. “Even a dummy like me figured out that your sexy ward, blonde, blue-eyed, Lydia is Flag Girl. Duh. So she might not even survive long enough for you to get out on bail.”

Tears began to flow. She knew that, but was helpless to save her sexy protégé. She prayed Lydia figured it out, too, and headed for a good bolt hole. She really destroyed both of their lives with her little moment of weakness with the robot.

<I was setup by the police,> she thought. The cop with the remote, controlling the robot’s vibrating cock proved that. <I was so weak, I jumped into their trap with both feet.>

"You need protection," Stephanie whispered into her ear, hot breath tickling. "A big, strong man like my manager, King Pimp."

"Great Liberty, you're asking me to give myself to a vile pimp," she said, incredulous. Her throat tightened and her heart pounded. "You want me to CHOOSE to be a prostitute. You want me to be the very kind of woman I despise more than anything, to submit to the type man I detest above all others."

"Duh, yes," she said smugly. "What other choice do you have?"

"King Pimp has connections," Sassy said. "Very powerful. Who else could protect you?"

The vanquished vigilante vixen bowed her head in shame and despair. She had no other option. They were right. And, it somehow FELT right.

“Stephanie,” Ms Americana said, turning to regard the expectant beauty. “Tell King Pimp I want to be his girl. I want to work for him, at the Palace.”

Stephanie’s bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement. Delivering Ms Americana and Brenda Wade to her lord and master, her PIMP, would be quite a coup for the sexy young hooker. She would be richly rewarded.

For her part, Ms Americana’s libido fired up intensely. She was crossing the line between wanton and prostitute. That final step into sex and debauchery set her heart to hammering, and stoked the fire to her building orgasm.

“You sure?”

“Yes. It is obvious I am a whore at heart, so should take my natural place in society,” Ms Americana said, throat tight. It was all she could do now to keep the climax at bay. “If he can protect me, then I am his.”

“And you will bring Flag Girl with you?”

“If I can,” she said. Her climax was right at the brink. “Uuggh….Flag Girl will have to make her own decision.”

“Great!” Stephanie cried. She suddenly started massaging her victim’s G-Spot, and pushed her over the edge as she said, “You’ll be out of here in no time. He’s already coming up to get me.”

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! OH! Eeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwwww!”

Stephanie rushed away to the pay phone in the corner, leaving the ravaged heroine weak and panting. Another eager eyed hooker took her place on her pussy, and Ms Americana returned to eating Sassy’s pussy. With that final decision, finally becoming a hooker herself, Ms Americana was able to relax. King Pimp had government and mob connections, and could ensure her safety and survival. She was pretty sure Lydia would also choose to follow her into sexual servitude to preserve her life.

“The Queen of Justice is dead,” Sassy said, eyes bright with evil delight. “Long live the Queen of Whores.”

THE END