Ms. Americana and the Fish Men

Book 2 by fultz

It’s been nearly six months now since she been down on the docks of Delta City, the memories are still very strong in her mind, but the Mayor had asked her personally to investigate the sighting of some fish men. Ms. Americana now finds herself lurking around the loading area of the ships. Luckily the docks don’t seem to be so busy tonight it must be because of the fog that rolling in sometimes it gets so thick you can’t see three feet in front of you. Not knowing exactly where to look she sees a light and decides to stop to ask. She opens the door and enters there stands five or six workers finishing up to go home for the night. Before she can get a word out the busty heroine is jumped from behind. It seems a fish man was trailing her. With a quick swipe down her back side the beast snags her belt and it’s unsnapped with a quick jerk. She swings around to throw a right punch only to find her powers fading fast and having no effect. One quick swipe down her front side and her costume is gone. The six foot one inch, one hundred and forty pound hero stands in front of the monster naked. It glances over her 44-26-40 inch frame and in a split second it has her up on a crate. She struggles but it does no good. The fishy smell of it alone is almost unbearable not to mention it catfish like skin. Looking downward she can see its massive cock hard and erect making its way up between her thighs. “Oh,” she groans in discussed as the slime cover member makes it way up in her. Strangely as bad as it is Ms. Americana begins to rock her hips in motion with the creature at a pace in which she’ll cum for sure. Realizing no help is coming from the men who were standing there watching her getting nailed, the heroine bangs her fist against the crate until a wooden slat breaks off. With a look alone that probably would have killed she takes the piece of wood and rams it into the chest of the creature. Three things happen first it lets a yell that would wake the dead, second it fires off it load inside her and then it turns and runs out the door. Americana quickly hops up off the crate with semen dripping from her she turns to the men “I want to thank each and every one of you for your help.” Grabbing the belt form the floor the busty avenger darts out the door after it.

The Phibian dashes up the back alley to an open man hole. Once down the sewer it goes until it ends up in an out of use storage hold. It drops dead soon after returning home, its wounds were just to serve. Standing naked over the dead body she gloats. So much that the other three Phibians ambush her easily, one pinning her arms behind her the other comes around lifts her legs and in a split second is deep inside her womb. If any consolation these are younger then the first and don’t have the stamina. No chance of being tamed but doesn’t mean she not about to get the train ride of a life time. One after the other each filling her with seeds until they wear themselves out even her, Americana finds herself spent as well. The heroine has no other choice at the moment then to cuddle up next to one of them to stay warm and get her nap.

Four hours later she awakes to cramps with her belly big as a watermelon and just as ripe. Any minute now she’ll give birth. Silence trying not to make a sound she tries to escape only to turn and see them following behind. No time and no fight in her at the moment she drops right there on the spot and part her legs. Two grunts, a groans and hips shaking and the first egg is out. The egg is the size of a fist, transparent with a fluid and a tag pole looking creature inside. Again a jolt of pain and out comes the second egg. Six more time over a span of an hour and a half her mighty hips will open wide. Lying there in a cold sweat looking up she know what’s about to happen next as the three are moving in towards her. With a quick turn of the head she can see her belt but she dropped it just out of her reach when she laid down to give birth. Even a blind man could see what’s about to happen. “Think, think,” she keeps telling self or else this going to go on forever. “Ah,” escapes the heroine’s lips as the massive cock enters into the sore womb. Americana grits her teeth and shakes her head the smell seems worst this time then it did the last as the Phibian humps away at her. The smell that’s it there’s something different. Gas, the smell of gas arching her head backward towards the wall she can see a rusted pipe along the base line. It must be coming form there following the pipe she sees it lead to the corner and up the wall to an old heater. Reaching upward she grabs hold and starts to pull until it come free of the heater. Fate had smiled up on her not once but twice for the monsters are only able to go one then done and by the time the last one planted its seed the smell of the gas started to seep downwards to the floor. Now or never with what energy that is left she rips a piece of the rusted pipe from the wall, rolls over and grabs her belt and starts running for the exit. Surprised the three chases after the heroine but the quick start enabled a big enough lead that with the swing of the pipe a spark was made as she leaped through the opening. Not only did the room go up but the fire worked itself up the pipe leveling the warehouse above.

Some how it seemed longer but the sun was setting and the next night was about to begin. Tired, cold, naked you named it and that’s what she was as she walked down the docks back to her car stopping only for a quick sec to see the burning building as the firemen race to put it out that chapter of this story is finished. Now to write the ending has the car drives off.

“I’m coming,” the voice on the other side of the door said responding to the knocking. The door opens and Professor Withers sees the familiar stranger. “Brenda, is that you?” The professors said as he saw the tall figure standing in his door way. “Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Americana I thought you were someone else.” He remarked as the cloaked figure entered in to the light. “I was hoping to still catch you here.” She says walking in to the lab. “Normally I’d be gone by now but the news break on the waterfront there’s this massive fire and rumored to be fish men behind it. Man would I like to get my hands on one of them.” With a shrug of her shoulders the cloak drops to the floor. “Careful of what you wish for Professor, sometimes wishes come true.” The heroine says to Withers as she stands there naked and ready to drop any second. Dazed and shocked the old man can barely get the words out of his mouth.

“This way, right this way,” as he points to a door the two of them disappear down the hallway.