--Ms Americana - Fractured part 4--
Brenda Wade, Geoffrey the butler, Hexanna, Ms. Americana, Nightmare Witch, Green Specter, Got Gal, The Shield, 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
Ms. Americana had driven to the abandoned warehouse
district, and then parked her high-end sports car in an alleyway that was not
frequented much. She decided to do a night patrol to find some leads on
Delta City's drug lords. While the drug lords made most of their money
selling pot, which was a topic of public debate lately, one of the drug lords
was also selling a new date rape drug. The news media had reported on
several date rapes this week with the new drug.
This new date rape drug was being used in alcohol
drinks with a carbonated mix. When put into a drink, this drug only
produced carbonated bubbles.
Delta City PD had caught the preps who had used this
date rape drug, but none of these scumbags would fess up on who their buyer
was.
An hour or so into her patrol, Ms. Americana was not
finding any leads. She had come across several hookers. The
star-spangled superheroine had convinced some of the prostitutes to go to a
nearby women's center to get help. Other hookers, who were pimped out by
the nefarious Mr. Pimp, refused Ms. Americana's aide. Mr. Pimp had the
biggest prostitute ring in Delta City. He was notorious on how ruthless
he was to any of his prostitutes who had defied him.
Green Specter had vowed to take him down, but could
never connect Mr. Pimp to any crimes. Mr. Pimp was well protected by some
officials in Delta City's city congress and justice system.
Ms. Americana used the shadows to conceal herself as
she patrolled through the dank alleyways.
Elsewhere in the abandoned warehouse, a young heroine
with strawberry red hair fought against two male thugs in an alleyway.
She was at one side of the alleyway, with one of the brick walls to her back.
She was the Shield. Her shield-like stomach emblem
and large, metal circular disc blatantly stated her superheroine identity. She
wore a red mask, a red costume, and blue gloves and boots. Her costume
looked like a full body swimsuit with a plunging neckline that went past the
valley of her 36D breasts. The costume's sides exposed her abs.
The Shield demanded, "Give it up boys."
One of the criminals barked, "Screw you,
bitch!"
Both thugs fired their guns at the young
heroine. She confidently held her ground, and then planted her feet onto
the ground to brace herself. The streaming bullets bounced off her metal
shield. The ruined bullets were harmlessly deflected away from her.
The blue, white, and red shield didn't even show a scratch or any chipped
paint.
The Shield silently thanked her father for the
indestructible shield that she had inherited.
The young heroine took the offensive by throwing her
colorful shield at the two armed men. She yelled out, "Hia-ya!"
The large shield hit the hand of the first thug and
then bounced to hit the other criminal's hand. Both men cried out in
pain, and then dropped their expended handguns.
The spinning disc bounced off a side wall, and then
flew at a return path back to the Shield. The strawberry red heroine was
ready to catch her weapon, like the many times that she had practiced.
The flying shield, however, whizzed several feet to her left. "Stars
and stripes!", she exclaimed.
She desperately tried to reach out for her shield, but
missed. The Shield looked like a startled football player missing an
important catch. She flopped flat onto the ground.
The Shield picked herself up, and then faced the
wall. She reacted too slowly. Her spinning shield shot back at her,
and then slammed into her gut! She screamed in pain,
"Yyyaaauuggghhh!!!"
The thugs had recovered their guns. They looked
at the Shield, who was curled into a ball and in extreme pain.
While she had the Aphrodite GNOME, the Shield didn't
recover as quickly as Ms. Americana or Got Gal. She sputtered in pain,
"Ugh! My kidneys!"
The two thugs looked at each other, and then grinned
in delight. They approached the disarmed heroine, and then unzipped their
pants.
The Shield recognized the sound of zippers opening,
and then tried to reach for her shield. She was freaking out that they
would have their way with her.
One of the thugs cruelly grasped her long, strawberry
red hair, and then forced her to crouch.
"Ooowww!", she yelled in pain. She
felt as if her long, beautiful hair was going to be yanked out.
While the Shield screamed, one of the criminals jammed
his hard, 6-inch cock into her mouth.
"Mmmuuuhhhfff!!!", she incoherently
sputtered. A mouthful of cock prevented her from talking.
The thug savagely fucked her mouth. He rammed his hard
cock hard and fast in her mouth.
The Shield made loud blubbering sounds as her mouth
was fucked.
He joyfully grunted, "Fuck! Her mouth feels
so good!"
The other guy demanded, "Give me a go, before you
cum in her mouth!"
The first thug pulled his saliva-coated shaft out of
the Shield's mouth. A trail of her spit went from her lips and to his
bulbous head.
She blurted in shock, "Stars and stripes!"
The second criminal jammed his 8-inch dick into her
mouth.
The Shield, having no sexual experience, choked and
hacked from his bigger cock. She felt his bulbous head hit the back of
her throat. Her face turned red. She felt as if she was going to
throw up. She could do nothing to force his hard shaft out of her
mouth. The young heroine gagged on his cock.
"Aw, am I too big for you? Don't you have a
super-mouth?", he cruelly teased. He spat, "Too bad,
bitch! Take it!"
He rammed his rock hard cock hard and fast into her
mouth. He loved fucking the Shield's mouth, as she coughed and gagged on
his manpole. He was getting a high from the power he had over the young
heroine.
The first criminal yanked down the front of the
Shield's costume and then snarled, "Let's see those titties!"
The young heroine tried to stop him from disrobing
her, but could not. In a few seconds, her costume was pulled down and
then her 36D breasts were exposed.
He hooted in appreciation, "Damn! Those are
some fine titties!"
The Shield was ashamed in being treated like their
plaything. If only she could reach her shield!
The two thugs took turns jamming their hard cocks
in-and-out of the young heroine's mouth. Her head would be yanked to the
left, and then forced to suck on the shorter, 6" cock. Her head
would be pulled to the right, and then made to deep throat the longer, 8"
dick.
Her chin was covered with her saliva. Her spit
had dripped down and then drizzled her firm breasts. Her green eyes were
misted with her tears. The Shield was horrified in being sexual
ravaged. She was a superheroine, and should not be treated like
this. Each time her head bobbed up-and-down on a cock, the Shield felt
that she was ruining the heroic tradition her father had started.
The young heroine obviously had not been to the many
websites that depicted or had stories about heroines being used as sexual
playthings.
One of the thugs cried out, "I'm gonna
explode!"
"Me too!", the other man yelled.
The two horny criminals stroked their hard, throbbing
cocks. A few seconds later, they both came. Their hot jizz streamed
out of their bulbous heads, and then spattered onto the Shield. One guy
aimed for her face, while the other dude aimed for her naked tits.
The Shield tried to deflect their cum, but reacted too
late. She helplessly watched as a seemingly large white stream splattered
her face, and then blinded her green eyes. She felt hot jizz continue to
coat her pretty face. She felt cum blast into her strawberry red hair.
Her breasts grew warm as they were coated with fresh, hot cum. The young
heroine could not believe the amount of jizz that she was being sprayed
with! It was nothing like the sex ed videos in high school. The sex
ed videos only showed one jet of sperm shooting into a woman's vagina.
The two men continued to stroke their spent cocks,
until the last drop of their cum oozed out. They high-fived each other.
One of the thugs commented, "I never came so much
before!"
The Shield was wiping the cum out of her green
eyes. Her vision was still blurred. She grimaced in tasting their
salty, beer-tainted sperm.
"You know, I ain't ever fucked me a superheroine
before.", one of the criminals stated.
The Shield pleaded, "No, please! Don't!"
Just then another female voice called out, "I
would listen to the lady, boys!"
The two men turned to see Ms. Americana in the
alleyway entrance. "Holy shit!"
Ms. Americana saw the Shield covered in cum and then
snarled, "Bastards! How dare you treat a woman like that!"
The star-spangled superheroine tapped into the
energies of her power belt, and then bolted at the two thugs with a burst of
super-speed. She then switched to her super-strength to punch one of the
criminals in his gut.
The startled men was sent flying in the air by the
super-punch, and then crashed against the brick wall. He slumped onto the
ground unconscious with his spent cock hanging out. He would be
recovering in jail with a few broken ribs.
The remaining thug aimed his gun at Ms. Americana and
then fired, but no bullets shot out of his emptied weapon.
"For justice!", proclaimed Ms.
Americana. She tapped into her power belt again, and then whirled a
super-kick to the man's groin.
The criminal doubled over in pain to his family
jewels, and then skidded several feet backwards. He would need his broken
balls surgical removed, and have a limp dick for the rest of his life.
The Shield was in awe and admiration of Ms.
Americana. The young heroine marveled at how quickly and fiercely the
brunette superheroine took down her attackers.
Ms. Americana offered her red gloved hand to the
Shield and then said, "Come on, up you get."
The Shield took the older superheroine's hand and then
got up. She grabbed her shield, and then used her weapon to hide her
cum-coated breasts.
The star-spangled superheroine inquired, "Shield,
what are you doing out her by yourself?!? Those scum would have fucked
you senseless and could have knocked you up."
The Shield barked reactively, "I don't always
need Flag Girl's and Azure Angel's help! My daddy did just fine by
himself as the first Shield!"
Ms. Americana commented, "From what
happened here, Shield, I'd guess your shield didn't return back you? I
think you need more practice."
The fiery redhead banged her fist on her shield
and then growled, "I've been practicing! My freakin' shield never
wants to come back to me! It's always came back to dad!"
Ms. Americana offered, "How about you train with
me tonight?"
The Shield was in utter shock and could not believe
her ears. "Did you offer just to train me?"
"Yes, but let's start on a provisional
basis. Now let's get into the car."
A few minutes, the heroic duo were at Ms. Americana's
sporty car.
The Shield felt her jaw drop down to the street.
She gasped, "Wow! That's a car! How can I get a car like
this?!?"
Ms. Americana opened the passenger door and then
suggested, "Grab the box of tissues and then clean yourself up. I
don't want any semen staining the seats."
The young heroine cleaned herself up, put the top of
her red costume back on, and eagerly sat herself into the expensive sports car.
The star-spangled superheroine mention, "Oh yes,
one more thing."
"Thing?", the Shield inquired.
"What's that?"
Ms. Americana sprayed a generous mist of sleeping gas
into the young heroine's face.
"Stars and stripes! My mouth was
open...!", the Shield sputtered. She passed out.
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In the master bedroom of Wade Manor, Nightmare Witch
placed Brenda Wade's portable audio recorder next to the slumbering Bridget
Sweet. The evil witch set the recorder's volume to a low enough level,
and then set the device to constantly replay the audio recording.
She was using a technique called hypnopedia, where you
learn while sleeping. The audio explained Bridget's new personality and
history.
Bridget was sent abroad to study, while Brenda Wade was sent
to boarding schools. When her parents died, Geoffrey the butler changed
Bridget's last name to her mother's maiden name to protect her from enemies of
Wade Enterprises. As she grew to womanhood, Bridget did not have the
burden of taking over Wade Enterprises. She became a free spirit, who
loved showing off her sexy body. She knew that men lusted after her
gigantic, 38G titties and would do anything to fuck her. She drained
men's wallet, before letting them fuck her. Bridget also did the same for
women who wanted to lick her sweet muff.
When she returned to Delta City as an adult, Bridget
went off on her own; assumed a colorful identity; and then became one of the
best strippers in the city. She mostly did VIP dances with fringe
benefits to those who paid enough money. With her masked guise, Bridget
protected her sister, Brenda Wade, from any repercussions.
Bridget lived in Delta City as a single woman, living
off the wealth of stripping.
The audio with Bridget Sweet's new personal history
and profession played over-and-over again. After a few play throughs, the
words became permanent memories and personality traits for Bridget Sweet.
As Bridget Sweet slept, Nightmare Witch cast another
spell. The spell changed the color of her and Bridget's areolas and nipples
from black to pink. It was a minor physical change, but the wicked witch
hated having dark nipples.
Nightmare Witch added two tattoos to Bridget Sweet's
body. Both tattoos were black hearts, except for the words "Fuck
me!" in the heart's center. One heart tattoo was above her clit and
had replaced the remaining tuff of her pussy hair. The other heart tattoo
was just above the crack of her ass. Both tattoos were small enough to be
concealed by Bridget's thong.
The evil witch dialed up some associates on Brenda
Wade's smartphone. One associate was an expert costume maker, who would
make Bridget's stage costume. Nightmare Witch then called the biggest
pimp in Delta City.
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Hexanna groaned as she lay on the floor, and still
held down by the Bands of Xavier. She helplessly watched as her tummy
grew and expanded from being impregnated from the strange plant. She
could feel the weird spores in her womb grow and change into tiny creatures.
Her formerly perfect 36D tits were slowly recovering from
being milked a few minutes ago. Her breasts felt heavier again and firmed
up again as her boobs produced more breast milk. Hexanna was horrified
that her boobs had become udders. The sorceress wondered if she had to
regularly milk herself? Or could she not milk herself and then naturally
dry up? She had no one way of knowing how the strange plant had
transformed her lovely breasts.
From her accelerated pregnancy, and how her tummy
looked like a giant watermelon, Hexanna guessed that she was in her third
trimester. She was relieved, as the sorceress wasn't sure how much more
her womb could expand with all five plant-like creatures inside of her.
At that moment, someone emerged from the master
bedroom. The new Brenda Wade, dressed in an elegant blue-and-red dress,
walked down the stairs.
Hexanna's senses detected a strong mystical aura around the
busty brunette. The sorceress questioned, "Brenda Wade? Is
that you?"
The sexy brunette answered, "Yes and no.
Everyone else will know me as Brenda Wade, but you know me better as your
captor and tormentor."
The pregnant sorceress gasped in horror,
"Nightmare Witch! How?!? What have you done with the real
Brenda Wade?!?"
Brenda Wade kneeled down and then remarked, "I
don't think you're in any position to demand answers, Hex-slut."
"If it wasn't for the damn Circlet of
Silence!"
The sexy brunette playfully rubbed Hexanna's super-swelled
tummy and then said, "Time to come out."
"Yyyyyuuuuuaaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!!", the sorceress
shrieked at the top of her lungs. She wailed in pain as her shaved snatch
dilated rapidly that would normally take hours. In a minute or so, her
pussy had opened up to where a softball could come out of her.
Hexanna sweated from the extrusion of her cunt's rapid
dilation. Her sweaty, naked body trembled for a few seconds, and then a
tidal wave of water gushed from her opened up pussy.
Brenda Wade clapped excited, "Oh look! Your
water's broke!"
The sorceress was panting and gasping for air as she
went into labor. The first contraction hit her.
"Nnnnnnuuuuuuhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!", she wailed.
Hexanna's hands were balled into tight fists.
Her toes were curled. The pregnant sorceress pressed down with her pelvic
muscles, as if she was taking the biggest crap of her life.
Instead of pooping, however, a green thing emerged
from her dilated cunt. Hexanna screamed in agony, and then pushed down
again. With her strong push, a strange plant-like orb popped out.
The slime-covered orb rolled for a little bit, and then the plant creature
opened its one huge, yellow eye. Two tiny feet appeared at the bottom of
the orb-shaped newborn.
A new set of contractions hit Hexanna. She
screamed in agony, "No, no! Not again!"
Hexanna was forced to give birth to four more plant
orbs, which looked exactly like the first plant baby.
Brenda Wade happily watched the bound sorceress give
birth each time. When needed, the busty brunette was Hexanna's birthing
coach by shouting, "Push!"
After the final birth, the exhausted sorceress lay in
a pool of her own sweat. Her eyes fluttered as she zoned in-and-out of
consciousness. Giving birth to these plant creatures was not a blessing
for her.
Too tired to scream, Hexanna lay there like a limp rag
doll as her afterbirth slurped out of her seemingly destroyed cunt. At
this point, her pussy felt as wide as the Grand Canyon. Her pelvic bones
felt as if they had been cracked open like a walnut.
The large, plant pod--which had impregnated Hexanna in
the first place--opened up again and then took the afterbirth into
itself. The buds on the pod's outside opened up and then spewed a
milky-like liquid over five newborn creatures.
All five one-eyed creatures absorbed the milky spray into
themselves. The more liquid they absorbed, then the bigger these plant
orbs grew. They all grew to two feet in height.
After shooting out its last sprays of liquid, the
original plant pod turned brown and then shriveled up. A minute later,
the large pod had crumbled into dust.
Hexanna's formerly enlarged tummy quickly shrank back
down to her flattened stomach. Her dilated cunt and stretched out pelvis
would take a few days to fully recover.
All of the large, plant orbs walked to surround
Hexanna's head. Their big yellow eyes glowed, and then shot out
continuous mystical beams at her head.
"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!!!!!", the tired
sorceress screamed. She felt all of her mystical knowledge and memoried
spells sucked out of her mind, and then transferred into one of the five plant
orbs.
Hexanna was too drained to resist the robbing of her
mind. Slowly, but surely, she helplessly lay there as all of her magical
know-how was leeched out of her.
Brenda Wade, aka Nightmare Witch, remarked,
"Lovely." She was delighted at seeing Hexanna emptied of her
magic. The evil watched the spectacle in seeing Hexanna's mystical
knowledge and abilities emptied into the plant orbs. Nightmare Witch could
see the magic aura fade away from the bound sorceress.
After a few minutes, all five plant orbs stopped
glowing. They walked away and into the private study. These plant
creatures now contained all of Hexanna's magical knowledge and spell library.
The bound brunette lay there like a mindless
zombie. Drool escaped from her mouth. She was a blank canvas, ready
to be made anew.
Brenda Wade kneeled next to the former sorceress,
removed the Circlet of Silence, and then whispered many words to the naked
brunette.
The bound brunette's eyes fluttered as her name, new
persona, and memories were impressed upon her. The Delta City heroine
known as Hexanna was no more. All that remained of the sorceress was in
the five plant orbs, which contained her mystical know-how.