--Ms Americana - Fractured part 16--

Brenda Wade, Hexanna, Ms. Americana, Nightmare Witch, The Shield, Captain KO, 
Flag Girl, the Green Specter, Got Gal, Omega Woman, Hexana, Alpha Woman, Alpha 
Girl, Delta City, and all other related nicknames, locations, or gadgets 
mentioned herein are the creations of and copyrights by Mr. X.  All rights 
reserved by Mr. X, and graciously used with his permission.

By Kooster
kooster69@gmail.com

     The prone, naked bodies of Got Gal, Green Specter, and Omega Woman lay on 
the floor of the Science Institute.  Their eyes fluttered from the pleasure in 
constantly lactating.  Their seemingly ruined cunts, from giving birth to 
monster plants, oozed with green slime.
Their wide open pussies looked like pink tunnels where you could see all the 
way down to their still dilated cervical openings.
     The plant babies continued to suckle the huge, abused udders of the three 
superheroines.  The plant creatures had grown rapidly, and were nearly mature.
     A few hickeys from the suction cups of the now deceased mutant plant 
remained on the titty flesh of heroine trio.  The effort to constantly produce 
breast milk was taking a toll on the defeated bodies of Got Gal, Green Specter, 
and Omega Woman.  Being forced to be human cows with a seemingly non-stop 
supply of breast milk meant that their large tits had to draw the nutrients 
and liquid from their naked bodies to produce fresh milk.  Each superheroine 
was being drained of their bodily water.  Their lips were cracked.  They all 
were pale, as their skin had turned white.
     They were becoming dehydrated and nearing the point of no return.
Each Delta City heroine was barely breathing and took in small, short gasps of 
air.  While their bodies were giving warning signs that each superheroine was 
in danger, neither Got Gal, Green Specter, nor Omega Woman had the strength to 
fight back.
     Each time their flaccid udders were forced to produce a new batch of 
breast milk, the superheroine trio were making smaller and smaller fresh 
supplies of breast milk.  Dehydration slowed their blood circulation.  Their 
muscles ached and throbbed in pain from the reduced blood flow.
     The growing plants were frustrated that they were getting less and less 
breast milk.  The three creatures tried to compensate by taking more and more 
of the sagging udders into their mouths.  Each plant soon had all of the titty 
flesh of each superheroine in their greedy mouths.
     The three superheroines eyes slowly closed as they were losing 
consciousness.  Got Gal, Green Specter, and Omega Woman were all severely 
dehydrated.  If the heroic trio did not get any fresh fluids soon, they would 
all be no more.
     At that moment, Got Chic arrived in the Science Institute.  She cursed 
herself in being caught up with the editing of her video footage from Ms. 
Americana's press conference.  The Afro-American superheroine stopped dead in 
her steps as she saw her fellow Delta City heroines being suckled to death by 
the growing plants.  She exclaimed in horror, "Great Goddess!"
     All three fully grown plants were alerted to Got Chic's presence.
They removed their mouths from the floppy, pancake-like titty sacks of the 
three unconscious superheroines.  Each strange creature knew that Got Chic 
would have a fresh, flowing supply of breast milk for them.
     Got Chic realized that she was easily outnumbered, where she could not 
defeat the three plants in hand-to-hand combat.  If someone as powerful as 
Omega Woman was defeated by these plants, the Afro-American superheroine knew 
that she needed a good plan to be victorious.  Got Chic had one of those rare 
moments where she used her brain over her brawn.
     She hated destroying parts of the Science Institute, but she had no 
choice.  Got Chic spied several pipes next to her, and then grabbed the 
coldest pipe.  Even through her white gloves, she felt the numbing cold of the 
pipe in her hands.  She summoned the strength of her Got emerald, and then 
ripped off a long length of pipe.  She now had a pole-like weapon to attack 
the plants from a distance.
    A powerful jet of liquid nitrogen jetted from the torn open pipe.
The sub-zero liquid sprayed one of the plants.
    The stunned plant was unable to react from the blast of liquid nitrogen.  
In seconds, the plant had been frozen solid.
    Not taking a chance that the frozen plant would survive, Got Chic slammed 
her pole-like pipe against the immobile creature.  The pipe violent smacked 
the frozen plant, and then shattered the iced creature into tiny ice cubes.
     "One down.  Two to go!", Got Chic proclaimed.  She taunted, "Who's 
next?!?"
     Too new to understand the tactics of co-operative combat, the two 
surviving plant creatures fought for themselves.  One mature plant flung 
itself at Got Chic.
     The Afro-American superheroine lunged the jagged end of her pipe at the 
leaping creature.  The end of pole impaled the wicked plant in mid-air.
     The skewered plant gurgled a surprise gasp and then coughed up some 
breast milk.  The creature was alive long enough to feel the pole burst of its 
back.  A spray of ooze and partially digested whie milk spewed in the air.
     Got Chic managed to avoid getting sprayed with the dead plant's guts and 
stomach contents.  With the pipe now unusable, she chucked the pole aside.
     The third remaining plant considered Got Chic defenseless and then 
charged.  It hoped to tackle the Afro-American heroine, and then overtake her.
     "Great Goddess!", she roared.  Got Chic swung with her hardest kick 
possible.  Her white boot smacked hard into the attacking plant with a loud 
squishing sound.  The impact resounded like someone breaking a bundle of fresh 
celery.
     The last plant was flung several feet into the air, and then crashed 
against Professor Whirter's console.  The creature had a visible footprint 
indentation on its front.
     A strong surge of electricity burst from the smashed console.
The electricity blazed through the stunned plant.  The evil plant howled in 
pain, while feverishly trying to dislodge itself from the destroyed console.  
The intense energy paralyzed the creature.  In moments, the plant collapsed as 
it was fried to a crispy.  Its skin bubbled with a mix of ooze and breast milk.
     Got Chic was incredibly proud of herself in single-handedly defeating all 
three evil plant.
     "Great Goddess!  My friends!", she exclaimed.  She suddenly remembered 
that her fellow superheroines needed immediate medical attention!  Got Chic 
tapped into her Got emerald to swift move each unconscious Delta City heroine 
to a bio-bed.
     Each bio-bed came to life to scan each dehydrated superheroine.
Bags of life-storing electrolytes were poked into their arms.  Sounds chirped 
and lights blinked as the life signs of Got Gal, Green Specter, and Omega 
Woman were displayed.  Their life readings were low.
     "Professor Whirter!  Are you here?!?  I need your help!", Got Chic called 
out.  She heard no one.  She cursed, "Damn!  Where is he?!?  I don't have the 
medical training to help my friends."
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     Professor Whirter was oblivious to the world outside inside his secure 
office.  He set his office's outer defenses to maximum force.
The defense systems would be powerful enough to even keep Omega Woman at bay.
     The professor turned his attention back to his office mate.  He gawked 
and drooled at the unconscious, strapped down sexy body of Ms.
Americana.  He had de-powered the brunette superheroine, and now wore her 
golden belt around his waist.  The belt gave him no super powers, but he felt 
incredibly confident and superior.
     He felt like a kid in a toy store, who had nabbed the most sought toy.  
The dirty old was super-excited.  In fact, the professor had never been so 
incredibly aroused in his entire life!  His aged cock, which rarely grew to a 
full erection, was rock hard and straining to be freed his tidy whites.  His 
mind was a jumble of chaotic thoughts.
He closed his eyes, and then breathed deeply to reign in his crazy brain.
     He felt his old heart pounding in his chest.  Professor Whirter grabbed a 
syringe filled with a glowing, green liquid from his experimental shelf.  The 
old man paused for a moment, as his rational mind pondered the implications on 
what he was doing.  The label of the syringe stated, "Warning: Untested".  The 
second "brain" of his raging hard-on won out.  The professor jabbed the 
syringe into his arm.  The glowing, green serum drained out of the syringe and 
emptied into his arm.
     "Ggguuuaaahhh!!!", Professor Whirter screamed in agony.  His blood felt 
like it was on fire.  His veins glowed green.  His aged muscles throbbed in 
pain, as muscle tissues were strengthened.  His testicles tingled, and then 
became heavier as his ball sac grew.  His testosterone levels significantly 
increased.
     A few moments later, the professor had been transformed.  He was not a 
raging, green monster; but he had been rejuvenated to a more youthful man.  
His skin and hair did not show this.  His eye sight had not improved.  His 
muscles and stamina were strengthened and enhanced.
His cock was thicker.  His testicles were full of cum, where he could 
ejaculate more than most male porn stars.  He wanted to fuck.
     Part of him wanted to record the results of the untested serum, while his 
lust told him to fuck his captive, busty beauty.
     Ms. Americana awoke from the knock-out drugs.  Her head slightly throbbed.  
Her blue eyes tried to focus on her surroundings.  She was disoriented, and 
did not know where she was.  She had never been inside Professor Whirter's 
private office.
     The star-spangled heroine noticed the professor and inquired, "Professor 
Whirter?  What's going on?!?"
     A faint green glow pulsed in the professor's veins.  The untested serum 
had given him a short temper, where he was easily enraged.  He had been irked 
that the Delta City heroines always questioned him, but he had formerly 
shrugged it off.  No longer.  The professor's pent-up anger bubbled forth.  He 
snarled in a dark, scary voice, "Shut up, Ms.
Ameri-bitch!"
    "Great liberty!", the bound superheroine cried out in shock.  She was 
taken aback by the professor's glowing green pupils, glowing veins, and demon-
like voice.  Ms. Americana did not know what Professor Whirter had done to 
himself, but she knew that she had to escape.
     She pulled with her athletic arms and legs, and then strained with all 
her might.  The bound superheroine grunted, "By Aphrodite!"
     Her athletic muscles worked their hardest.  The veins popped out of her 
arms and legs.  Her face and chest flushed red.  Ms. Americana gave up, and 
then realized that the leather straps kept her held down.
She discovered that her power belt was missing!  The star-spangled brunette 
demanded, "Released me!"
     "No chance!", the professor barked.
     He gawked again at Ms. Americana's skimpy costume, and never understood 
why she wore anything at all.  The professor angrily stated, "If you super-
bitches tease us men with your scantily clothed, big boobed bodies, you might 
as well go all the way!"
     The star-spangled brunette gasped in shock as the dirty old man deftly 
tore off her colorful bikini top and her floss-like bottoms.
She helplessly watched her destroyed costume fall to the floor.  Her dark, 
elongated nipples and her super-sized clit were exposed.  Ms.
Americana cried out, "Goddess!  I'm naked!"
     Professor Whirter dropped his pants to reveal his thick, hard cock.  
Thanks to the untested serum, his thick phallus and large balls looked as if 
they were transplanted from someone else.  His dick and testicles seemed too 
big for his aged body.
     Ms. Americana gasped in shocked, "Professor!  Put your pants back on!"
     "What's the matter, my dark-haired beauty?!?", he rhetorically asked.  
"Are you too prudish to give your old friend a happy ending?"
     The naked superheroine shook her head in denial.  She only wanted Captain 
KO's long, hard cock now, and did not desire anyone else's dick.  Ms. 
Americana also feared that if any other man fucked her, then her captain would 
know and reject her.  She could not live without her captain.  The star-
spangled heroine desperately tugged against the leather straps, but to no 
avail.
     Professor Whirter hovered over the naked superheroine.  He pressed the 
underside of his thick shaft against Ms. Americana's super-sized clit, and 
then pinched her long, dark nipples.
     "Great liibbeeerrrtttiiieee!!!", Ms. Americana squealed.  She overwhelmed 
from the pleasurable sensations exploding from her huge, super-sensitive clit 
and from her elongated, hyper-sensitive nipples.
She could not stop her pussy getting hot and wet.  Her cunt juiced like a 
freshly bitten peach, where her sweet juice squished out.  Her inner thighs 
glistened with a spatter of her pussy juice.
     Having her big clit and 2" nipples toyed with drove Ms. Americana towards 
her first orgasm.  She panted as her arousal grew and grew.
Her hands waved in the air, as the star-spangled brunette desperately tried to 
push the dirty old man off of her.  Her sexy, naked body involuntarily twisted 
on the gyno bed.
     The professor purposefully rubbed the underside of his thick, hard shaft 
up-and-down the naked superheroine's clit.  With each stroke, his shaft was 
lubricated with Ms. Americana's pussy juice.  He savagely twisted and pulled 
on the brunette superheroine's long nipples, which were squished between his 
fingers.
     Ms. Americana moaned in ecstasy, when her engorged clit was rubbed and 
her pinched nipples were gently tugged.  She grunted and cried in pain, when 
her abused nipples were roughly yanked and twisted.  She felt as if her long, 
dark nipples and wide, dark areolas would be torn off her massive, 38G breasts.
     Her drenched cunt and frequently fucked asshole spasmed open-and-close as 
she was sexually toyed with.  Each time her bald snatch closed and opened, a 
glob of her sweet juice was pushed out.
Her pussy juice had completely spread along her inner thighs, formed a puddle 
between her spread open legs, and coated the professor's shaft and balls.
     The horny old man enjoyed savagely turning and pulling on Ms.
Americana's nipples, while arousing her huge clit.  He gently tugged on the 
naked superheroine's long nipples to make her moan.  He roughly jerked on her 
abused nipples as much he could to make her scream.  The professor enjoyed 
seeing how elastic Ms. Americana's dark nipples became.  He guessed that he 
had yanked two inches on her elongated nips.
     Her huge, 38G titties were stretched into cones.  Her big, dark areolas 
became the tops of her conical juggs.  Her pinched and tugged nipples turned 
white hot.
     Professor Whirter released the brunette superheroine's abused nipples.  
He enjoyed hearing her wail in pain as her stretched out nipples, areolas, and 
titty flesh violently snapped back to her chest.
He watched her released boobs jiggle afterwards.
     While still rubbing the underside of his steel hard shaft along Ms. 
Americana's engorged clit, he latched onto her throbbing nipples again.  He 
once again tugged on her long, dark nipples to make the star-spangled brunette 
moan, and then yanked with all his might on her stretched nipples to make her 
scream in pain.  He played the bound superheroine's as his personal musical 
instrument, where he made her moan or wail in pain.  He almost considered 
trying to make the naked brunette sound out a classic composer's music.
     After a few minutes, the constant combination of pain and pleasure were 
too much for Ms. Americana.  She wailed an incoherent alert that she was going 
to cum at the top of her lungs, and the exploded with her first orgasm.  Her 
pussy gushed her sweet juice, and then pushed out her white, feminine jizz.  
Her bound, naked body bounced on the gyno chair.  Her blue eyes rolled back, 
as she embraced her incredible climax.
     Professor Whirter felt the splash of Ms. Americana's hot juices coat his 
balls and groin.  He bit his lip to hold back his orgasm.
His pre-cum sputtered out of the head of his thick cock, and then landed on 
the naked superheroine's stomach.  He delightfully muttered, "Yes, my beauty!  
Cum for your professor!  Show me that Ms.
Ameri-bitch can live up to her back alley reputation!"
     Ms. Americana was oblivious to the professor's words as she violently 
climaxed.  Her shapely hips lifted off the gyno table, and then she squirted a 
long, powerful stream of her ejaculate.  The star-spangled brunette spurted 
like a fire hose for a few seconds.
She snorted like a wild horse through her gritted teeth.  Her athletic muscles 
pushed her pelvis as up and forward as she could, until the leather straps 
held her back.
     The last drops of her juice dribbled out of gaping cunt to show that she 
had finished squirting.  The bound superheroine's bubble butt and hips crashed 
back down onto the gyno bed.  Her pelvis quaked involuntarily from her intense 
squirt.  Ms. Americana was hyperventilating during the rest of her powerful 
orgasm.