MS AMERICANA: SOMETHING TO BE THANKFUL FOR

By Dark One

Ms Americana assumed her classic super heroine pose: head held high, 44DDs

jutting out majestically, red-gloved fists balled up on well rounded hips

and booted feet shoulder width apart. In her red, white and blue

“Americana” bikini, tiara, mask and power belt, she drew everyone’s eye

outside the high, barbwire topped fence.

Three long, black Mercedes limos pulled up and waited. The tinted windows

hid their occupants, but she knew who they were -- the Sambino Crime Family.

Their long time boss, Georgio Sambino was about to be released after

fifteen years. He was one of Ms Americana’s first solo busts, not to

mention one of her greatest accomplishments. That one capture crippled the

Sambino Family to this day, and made her one of the top super heroines of

the country and the world.

“I can’t think of a worse way to spoil a perfectly good holiday like

Thanksgiving Day,” she said, scowling at the Sambino limos. “How can I be

thankful knowing another mobster is free to hurt innocent people again.”

The time finally arrived. Ms Americana saw the stooped figure being led

toward the front gate and freedom. His once raven hair was snow white now.

He still wore a mustache, but it too was gray. In no way did he resemble

the proud, vibrant mobster that entered that prison fifteen years earlier,

all full of rage and defiance.

As he approached the gate, the driver and bodyguard in the front seat of

the middle limo stepped out and opened the back door. First, a shapely leg,

then a dark haired woman of amazing beauty exited. Ms Americana recognized

her immediately – Erica Sambino. Erica was the de-facto boss of the Sambino

Family, and had been since the day her father entered prison. Her dark eyes

bore into Ms Americana, who raised her chin a bit higher and glared back

unflinching.

“What are you doing here?” Erica all but hissed.

“Ensuring Boss Sambino takes the straight and narrow path after today,” she

said. “Unlike his daughter. I can’t believe they are releasing him to

you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Erica said, dark eyes narrowing

as she squared off with the Queen of Justice. “I’m just a simple business

woman.”

Ms Americana was a good six foot one, while the Sambino crime boss was a

mere five foot five. But Erica Sambino was an imposing figure of a woman,

dressed in baby blue leather from head to toe. As usual, her clothes were

tight and quite flattering. Indeed, fashion designer was her “official”

occupation.

“What’s going on here?” Georgio said. His voice was raspy now, not the

clear baritone of fifteen years back. Then his eyes locked on Ms Americana.

“Oh, it’s YOU.”

“Yes. It’s me, your worse nightmare in the flesh,” she said, smiling with

self-satisfaction. She paused to look him over, her beautiful masked face

showing her distaste. “The years have not been kind, Boss Sambino.”

“Come, Father,” Erica said, taking him by the elbow and leading him toward

the waiting limo.

“Why such a hurry?” he said. She leaned in and whispered something to him,

and he relied rather loudly and irritably, “You’re picking up what tonight?”

Erica’s big brown eyes widened in horror, and she cut a look at Ms

Americana full of fear. Then she shushed him and whispered more urgently

into his ear. This time what she said settled him down. Ms Americana

stepped toward them to find out what they had up their sleeves, but two

bodyguards intercepted her. And before she could disentangle herself from

them the three limos departed.

# # #

Ms Americana watched the Sambino mansion through a pair of binoculars. It

was late night, but she finally saw what she was expecting. Erica Sambino

slipped out of the front door with a gaggle of goons, and they raced off.

But she was ready, waiting on a custom red, white and blue painted Ninja

motorcycle.

As the three limos loaded with mobsters passed, Ms Americana smiled. She

thought it would feel good to put the current Sambino boss in prison on the

very day the old boss was released. Sort of a mobster exchange program.

Who knew, Georgio might even be involved, and then she could send father and

daughter to prison together.

“That would be the death blow to the Sambinos,” she said, rev’ving up her

Ninja, then burning rubber as she started after them.

Ms Americana kept her lights off. The mobsters wouldn’t be able to spot

her in the dark riding a motorcycle. What a surprise she’d be, too. Ms

Americana could barely contain her pleasure. So she was feeling pretty good

when the Sambino limos finally came to a stop in a back alley near the

docks.

Parking the Ninja, Ms Americana hurried through the night shrouded alley to

catch the mobsters red-handed. She found Erica and her boys formed in a

line in front of the limo lights, with another group of dark suited men

lined up in front of them. There was a crate between them. Erica was

holding a black leather satchel.

The drug money, no doubt, Ms Americana thought with wicked glee as she

moved in on the hapless miscreants. It was so obviously a drug deal. And

it was about to turn into a drug deal gone bad. Terribly bad for them.

Especially Erica Sambino.

“Halt, in the name of justice!” Ms Americana cried as she charged out of

the darkness. Both sides stepped back and gawked at her. “Ah-ha! Caught

you red-handed, Ms Sambino. Your days as a Crime Lord are over.”

“You’re crazy, Ms Americana,” Erica said smoothly. She indicated her

goons, then the other men. “This is just a bunch of old friends getting

together. I’m afraid you’ve made a terrible mistake.”

Erica looked too smug to handle. Ms Americana vowed to wipe that smug look

off her face for once and all time. A conviction on felony drug smuggling

charges should do it. And all the proof she needed to put Erica and the

others away for a long, long time sat on the ground between the two groups.

“Really?” Ms Americana said, smiling victorious as she strode up to the

crate in the middle. “Then what is this? Party favors?”

“As a matter of fact,” Erica said, smiling with a touch of wicked glee

starting to enter her lovely eyes. “In way – Yes.”

“I don’t think so, Ms Sambino,” Ms Americana said, reaching for the crate’s

lid.

With her super human strength, provided by the golden power belt encircling

her tiny waist, Ms Americana didn’t need the crowbar a normal man would need

to open it. She simple seized the edge of the lid and ripped it off.

POOF!

“Ack!” she cried, stumbling back and swatting at the cloud of gas that

erupted from the crate. <COUGH – COUGH> “Ughhhhh, what?.....Oh….Great

<cough> Liberty!”

“Oopsy!” Erica said, then laughed. “Didn’t I warn you that you were making

a terrible mistake?”

Whatever it was, it was scrambling Ms Americana’s brain. She staggered

back, her world spinning out of control, blackness creeping in from all

sides. After five seconds, she dropped to one knee and shook her head in a

vain attempt to clear it.

Trap! Ms Americana thought. “You’ve set me up.”

“Very good,” Erica said, eyes dancing with amusement. “Okay, boys, you

know what to do. Make sure she understands what it means to be defeated.”

The men, that she now realized were all Sambino goons there as part of a

trap for her, quickly donned black masks. While four of their number

quickly setup camcorders at the four cardinal points around her, the others

formed up in a circle around her. Ms Americana rose up to her feet, a

little wobbly, but confident she would prevail in the battle to come.

“You are mistaken if you think a mere wisp of a woman like you can defeat

the Queen of Justice,” Ms Americana declared. “I’m already beginning to

recover from your sneaky, underhanded trick.”

“Really?” Erica said. “Let’s test that theory, shall we?” She graced Ms

Americana with a sinister smile. “After all, Bellisimo, you are one against

twenty.”

“You forget, miscreant,” Ms Americana said proudly. “I have the strength

of ten men.”

“Again, I remind you I brought TWENTY men,” Erica said, then cast a roguish

grin at the embattled super heroine. “Take her down, boys.”

Sambino goons rushed the super heroine. Ms Americana lashed out with foot

and fist, but she was slow and sluggish. She couldn’t connect with any of

the men tormenting her, threatening her.

“Ooofffff!” she cried as a fist connected with her lower back. Then

another struck her in the belly, “Aahhhhh!”

She dropped low and kicked the feet out from beneath the two men beating

her, then stepped aside to be outside their grasp. The other goons slowed

their attack, watching her with renewed wariness. She gave them a predatory

smile.

“Not so confident now, are we?”

“On the contrary, Bellisimo,” Erica said. “I have supreme confidence in my

men’s ability to take you down. And I will enjoy watching your fall.” She

gave Ms Americana a lusty gaze. “And after they finish TAMING you, then

I’ll have my fun.”

Ms Americana gawked at her in disgusted horror. There was no doubt Erica

wanted to sexually use her. She was so stunned by that revelation she

failed to notice the men charging her.

Ms Americana was pushed violently from behind, hurling her toward the

mobster before her. She thrust out her arms to stop herself, but he stepped

aside at the last instant and drove a powerful fist into her jaw. She was

pushed aside by the blow, straight into another goon. He feigned an upper

cut, which she moved to block, then he kicked her in the twat.

“Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Ouch! That had to hurt,” Erica laughed.

“You will pay for this! All of you will pay,” Ms Americana cried.

Her left wrist was seized by a goon. She pulled back her right fist,

preparing to drive it unmercifully into him. But another goon seized that

arm, immobilizing her momentarily.

“Uughh! Release me this instant!”

As the two men held on, and pulled her in different directions, another man

came up behind her. He pressed a damp clothe over her face, covering nose

and mouth. A frighteningly familiar sickly sweet smell invaded her senses.

She instantly realized that he was trying to chloroform her into submission,

so closed off her breathing. He just held on as Erica chuckled and taunted

her from a distance.

“Dino, punch the arrogant bitch in the belly, if you please,” Erica said

happily.

A big goon stepped up to face Ms Americana. Her eyes went wide as he made

a show of forming a fist, and pulling back to hit her. It all happened in

slow motion. She watched the fist pound into her belly, felt and heard her

lungs empty despite her best effort to stop it. Then the involuntary

inhalation. More of the sickly sweet chloroform was sucked deep into her

lungs.

Blackness started to creep in on all sides. She struggled in vain. The

men were too strong, and there were too many of them. Before long, she was

incapable of struggling and her knees gave out. She was lowered to her

knees and her arms were released, but the chloroform cloth stayed over her

mouth and nose. He didn’t remove the cloth until all of her strength had

bled away into the ether.

Smirking, Erica stepped up to Ms Americana and seized her silky, raven

tresses in one hand. She jerked the helpless super heroine’s head back. Ms

Americana gasped, wild eyes. Erica leaned over and locked eyes with her.

“You took my father away from me,” she said. “You locked him up like an

animal.” She slapped Ms Americana’s unprotected face. “You took away his

freedom, so tonight I take away yours.”

The next instant, Erica placed a dainty stiletto pump between the super

heroine’s 44DDs and kicked her to her back. The last thing Ms Americana saw

was Erica leaning over and ripping off her bikini top.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Ameri-loser,” Erica said to her, then to the others,

“Okay, boys. Stuff this TURKEY good!”

Ms Americana’s bikini bottoms were quickly pulled down and off. The goon

that had punched her wind out pushed her legs wide and knelt between them.

Then Dino unzipped and dropped his pants. All she could do was stare and

watched as he licked his fingers and reached down between her legs.

“Oh!” she gasped when his cool fingers touch her moist pussy lips. Then

his middle finger parted the lips and stroked her super sensitive slit.

“Nooo. Not that.”

“Ready or not, here I come,” Dino whispered and guided his hard cock to her

exposed and vulnerable pussy. A second later, she felt him penetrate her,

then push in deep. “Ohhh, that feels good. So good.”

“It feels right, doesn’t it, Dino?” Erica said. “Haven’t I told you boys

she isn’t nothing? She’s just a cheap whore in a fancy bikini, blue mask

and shiny gold belt. Give her some dick and she’ll be putty in your hands.

Watch and see.”

Ms Americana felt Dino’s dick to the core of her existence. It felt too

damn good. Shame and lust warred deep within, but all she could do was gasp

and cry out with every stroke.

Dino started pumping in earnest. He savored the feel of his dick inside

the woman that beat his ass five times in ten years. And sent him to jail

each time, and then her testimony in court sent him to prison for three

years the last time. She had a lot to pay for, and that thought made his

cock harden a bit more. He intensified his pumping.

Ms Americana’s back arched and she clutched at Dino’s shoulders. She

couldn’t believe what was happening. She was the undefeated Queen of

Justice. Since she turned eighteen, and went solo, she had sixteen years of

nothing but undisputed victories. She was the premier super heroine in

America. No mere mobster could take Ms Americana down and fuck her like

that, but it was happening.

“No! Stop…or else,” she gasped.

“Or else? Or else what, Bellisimo?” Erica said, leaning over and gloating

at the sight she beheld. “Or else you’ll cum? Or will you tighten up your

tight little pussy and make poor Dino cum instead? What a shame that would

be! Ha ha!”

Despite herself, Ms Americana wrapped her long legs around Dino’s waist.

She knew she was doing it, and that it was wrong. That it was bad, and gave

her enemies pleasure. But her body knew what it wanted and was slowly

taking over control from her will.

“Flip her over, Dino,” Erica demanded.

Dino pulled out, and none too soon, either. That dreadful tingle of

pleasure was in full bloom deep in her traitorous belly. When he pulled out

before she climaxed it gave her a brief moment of relief, and renewed her

hope she would prevail. But then on all fours, Dino mounted her from the

rear and Ms Americana realized it felt even better from that angle.

Another goon pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed her wrists.

That made her libido surge, leaving her gasping and wild-eyed. It had to

stop. Fast, or she would be lost.

“Great Liberty!” she cried. “You have to stop. Let’s make a deal.”

“No,” Erica said. She placed her foot between Ms Americana’s shoulder

blades and forced her down. Soon, Ms Americana’s face was pressed into the

cold, hard concrete while her ass was sticking up and giving Dino easy

access as he fucked her stupid. Then Erica placed her dainty baby blue

stiletto pump on Ms Americana’s head in a victory pose. “Make sure you get

pictures and video of this from all angles.”

“To the victor go the spoils!” several of the goons called.

That was more than the abused and violated super heroine could take. She

felt the tingle change, morph into something more frightening. That

terrible, unstoppable rush to climax.

“Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!”

“There she blows, boys,” Erica said, and stepped away.

That orgasm radiated from her twat down her legs and up her body. She felt

it in the fingers and toes. It scrambled her mind and consumed her

willpower. And worse, she felt her super strength slipping away. It felt

like someone was slowly turning a big dial on her body from 100 percent to

zero strength.

“Oooooooooo,” she groaned. “Oooo, Liberty, help me.”

“Nobody’s going to help you, Ameri-stupid,” Dino said with a strained

voice. He was trying so hard to keep from cumming too fast, but he was

losing the battle. She involuntarily began to rotate her hips, grinding her

cunt into his thrusts, and squeezing her twat muscles. And that took him

over the edge as well. “I’m cumming!”

“Uuugghhhhhh,” Ms Americana cried, climaxing again when she felt him cum

inside her. She felt energy from her power belt bleed away even more.

Indeed, after the last orgasm Ms Americana couldn’t feel any benefit from

her power belt. “Noooooo!”

“I think the Great and Undefeated Ms Americana has been DEFEATED and

DE-POWERED, boys,” Erica said. “Just like I said it would go, too. Am I

right?”

“You’re right again, Ms Sambino,” several said. “It’s going down just like

you said.”

“You monster,” Ms Americana cried. “You’re destroying a positive role

model for millions of young women.”

“I know. It’s making me hot and horny,” Erica said. Then she looked

around, “Who’s next?”

The men formed two lines. For the next two hours one line took Ms

Americana in the twat and up the ass, and the other fucked her mouth. By

the second blow job, Ms Americana had all but lost herself to the wild sex

and erotic pleasures she’d denied herself for so long. Ms Americana’s

entire world only existed of her shapely body and two cocks at a time.

Erica made certain the cameras caught it all, while providing running

commentary for the future viewing audience.

Finally, deep in the night, the Sambino goons were all sated. At least for

the time being. Then Ms Americana was lifted up and placed on the hood of

Erica’s limo and her legs pulled wide.

Zzziiippp! Ziiippp!

“Now my turn,” Erica said, now standing before Ms Americana in nothing but

shoes, black hose and garter belt. Erica crawled atop Ms Americana and

pressed her face in close. “Are you ready for me, Bellisimo?”

“No.”

“Too bad,” Erica said. “But first…”

Erica reached to the side of Ms Americana’s face. Seized the edge of her

mask, then ripped it off. Ms Americana didn’t realize what happened for

several long seconds.

Then, “NOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Oh yes, Bellisimo,” Erica said with triumph filled brown eyes. “Or should

I say, Brenda Wade?”

Ms Americana was in a daze after two hours of nonstop sex. And then the

worse fate of all: an unmasking! She could only gasp as the lady boss

pressed her glistening red lips to her own. The kiss was long and sensual,

and ended only with reluctance by both parties. Then Erica gazed deeply

into her big blue eyes a long moment, before starting to kiss her way down.

Soon, she reached Americana’s 44DDs, and spent so long caressing, licking,

sucking, nibbling, and outright biting those perfect pink nipples, that Ms

Americana climaxed twice.

So it was a sweat and cum soaked super heroine by the time Erica’s lips

reached her twat. As her men watched, Erica ate Ms Americana out with

enthusiasm and rare talent. To Ms Americana’s amazement, the lady boss

managed to lick and suck on her clit, while finger fucking her asshole with

one hand and finding and messaging her G-spot deep within her vagina with

the other hand. All at the same time.

Erica Sambino finished Ms Americana off with another hour of intense

cunnilingus. She left Ms Americana passed out atop the limo hood.

# # #

Erica looked around the large dining table with warm feelings. The whole

Sambino Family was there. All the under bosses and lieutenants. Everyone

that was anyone had come to enjoy Thanksgiving Dinner with their beloved

Boss of Bosses, Don Georgio Sambino. Her beloved father.

“Let’s get moving, Erica,” Don Georgio grumbled. “I’m not getting any

younger, you know.”

They were sitting at a long, heavy oak table. There were twenty men and

Erica, the lone woman. After this initial Thanksgiving Dinner, they would

go join the women and children in another wing of the palatial mansion. For

this homecoming and thanksgiving, Erica needed privacy.

“All is ready,” she said, eyeing the overlarge platter in the center of the

table, covered by a great silver domed lid. Everyone thought it held a

giant turkey. They weren’t altogether wrong, she thought with a smug smile.

“Gentlemen, your attention please.” When everyone settled down and looked

at Erica, who was standing behind her father at the head of the table, she

continued. “Today we come together to give thanks for two very special

events that happened yesterday.”

“Two?” one of the under bosses said, confused.

“Why yes. Two. First and foremost, my father Don Georgio has finally been

returned to us. It is the happiest day of my life, and I know you all share

my joy.”

They nodded enthusiastically.

“And then, last night, the once dreaded and undefeated Ms Americana fell.”

That pronouncement brought them all to their feet. They wanted proof. So

she walked over to the platter, and pulled off the domed lid.

“Ms Americana!” they cried.

Ms Americana lay before them, hogtied and ball-gagged. She wore her

costume and mask again, including the power belt. But Erica had several of

the boys continue to fuck her all night, to ensure she didn’t regain her

super strength. Even so, they washed her up good an hour back and set her

up for this moment. And what a moment.

“My God. I dreamed of this day,” Don Georgio whispered, his decrepit body

managing to straighten as he stood. “To have that haughty,

good-for-nothing bitch in my power.” He looked at Erica, a tear of joy and

pride in his eyes, “And my daughter gave her to me. Thank you.”

“Welcome home, Papa, and Happy Thanksgiving,” Erica said. She indicated Ms

Americana, “And may the next year be just as glorious as this day!”

THE END