--Ms Americana - Fractured part 9--
Brenda Wade, Hexanna, Ms. Americana, Nightmare Witch, The Shield, Captain KO, Flag 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
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Note: Spoilers for anyone who has not read the previous parts. Nightmare Witch has changed reality where Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana are two separate people.
Captain KO was still jacking off his monster-sized erection. His bulbous
head oozed out his precum, but he had not cum yet. He was deliberately
preventing himself from ejaculating. Back when he was a weak geek, the
villain had read up on the techniques and endurance training male pornstars
used to last during their sex scenes. He was using those same techniques
to hold back his jizz.
While watching the wanton Shield fuck herself silly
with the Keg and being milked brought Captain KO to the edge of orgasm.
The 10-inch width of the black sex toy's barrel-like column pistoned in-and-out
of her drenched cunt. He prevented himself from shooting his load
over-and-over again. His cock throbbed and ached to release his
ejaculate, but he was training his gigantic phallus to not cum.
The Shield, however, had lost track in how many times
she came. She could no longer think, and was running on instinct.
The slutty heroine had completely given into her sexual lust, where she
pistoned up-and-down on the Keg that deeply penetrated and stretched out her
drenched cunt. Her pussy juice dribbled down and coated her inner
thighs. Her dripping juice had collected into the inside of her
shield. Her shield acted like a large cum catcher.
The glass collection jars of the milking machine had
measurement markings. The markings indicted that the large containers
were each filled with a quart of the Shield's breast milk. This meant
that the milking machine had made the young heroine lactate two quarts of her
breast milk.
The forced lactating of the strawberry redhead had
transformed her perky, 36D tits to large, 38C udders. She didn't have
breasts as big as Ms. Americana, but the Shield had gained a huge rack.
Her enlarged boobs sagged from being constantly milked. The endorphins
from lactating blocked the pain shooting through her back in having to support
her giant tits.
The slutty heroine slammed all the way down onto the
monster sex toy. Her green eyes widened as another climax exploded within
her. She wailed, "Ggggguuuuuhhhhhhaaaaadddddd!!!!!!"
Her sexy, sweaty body violently convulsed during her
orgasmic release. Her long, strawberry red hair was matted to her
face. Her face and chest were blood red. Her pussy and groin were
red from her constantly humping of the monster-sized sex toy. More of her
pussy juice dribbled out of her stuffed and reddened fuck hole.
The non-stop milking of her huge udders and her
endless orgasms finally took a toll on the Shield. After cumming for the
umpteenth time, the slutty heroine passed out. Her hands released the
chains attached to her wrist shackles. Her hair-covered face
drooped. Her unconscious body went slack, and then she hung their like an
unused puppet.
Captain KO let himself cum. He loudly roared,
and then ejaculated like a geyser. His jizz shoot into the air. He rapidly
stroked his throbbing cock to pump out all of his cum.
The milking machine pumped out the Shield's
remaining breast milk. The machine's container jugs were filled to 1-1/2
quarts each.
The Adonis-like villain couldn't wait to break
the Shield completely, but he didn't have the right audience yet. Captain
KO needed to capture Ms. Ameri-slut first.
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Ms. Americana worried aloud, "Where could she
be?!?" She had told the Shield to meet up with her for another training
session yesterday, but the young heroine had failed to show up.
The star-spangled superheroine began a search for the
Shield. She called the strawberry redhead's college dorm, and then
learned that the Shield--aka Carla Rogers--had left her room a few days ago
with a very handsome, hunky man. Ms. Americana asked for a description of
the Adonis-like man, but his description didn't match anyone in her criminal
database.
Ms. Americana was frustrated that she didn't have any
leads to follow up on. On her crime-fighting computer, she had found the
missing persons report for Carla Rogers. The report contained a sketch of
the Adonis-like, blonde man who was last seen with the strawberry redhead.
She muttered, "He looks familiar, but why?"
The brunette superheroine ran the man's face through
her facial recognition app. A few minuted later, her super-computer
matched the muscular blonde's face with Captain KO. She exclaimed in
shock, "Great liberty! That criminal pervert is back from the
dead!?! And how did he get his new body?"
Ms. Americana ran through the list of Captain KO's
known hideouts, where only one location had not seized by the Delta City
Police. She mused to herself, "He wouldn't be that obvious, would
he?"
The star-spangled superheroine checked her power
belt. She grumbled, "Belt has less than half a charge left, but it
should be enough to take down Captain KO."
She got into her red sports car, and then zoomed off
into the night towards the docks.
Ms. Americana parked her red car behind a dumpster in
a nearby alleyway. She quietly approached the dock warehouse that her
crime computer listed as one of Captain KO's properties. The stench of
fish guts and salt water permeated the air. Her red boots tracked through
trails of sea slime or other biological hazards.
She did a quick recon outside of the building, and
then found no guards. "Very strange.", she muttered.
"I'm walking into a trap, of course. Time to take the high
road."
The star-spangled brunette tapped into her
super-strength, and then lept upwards. She deftly landed on the warehouse
ceiling. Ms. Americana found a skylight, and then peered inside.
"Great liberty!", she gasped in shock.
Ms. Americana saw the Shield lying unconscious on the
floor. The X-shaped cross and the milking machine were nearby. The
brunette superheroine angrily snared, "That foul villain is trying to turn
the Shield into a human cow, like he tried with me and Got Gal!"
Since she had stopped lactating, Ms. Americana
believed that she had foiled Captain KO's plans in being turned into a milking
superheroine. Thinking about lactating, however, made her gigantic 38G
breasts tingle and made her dark nipples swell. She scolded herself, "Think
clean thoughts, woman!"
Ms. Americana opened up the skylight, and then softly
dropped down onto the floor. The bikini-clad superheroine quickly scanned
the area to make sure that no one else was about to jump her. "Good,
no one else is here."
She rushed over to the Shield, and then tried to rouse
the strawberry redhead. "Shield, come on, wake up!"
The young heroine groaned and then groggily woke
up. Her green eyes focused on the star-spangled superheroine and then she
muttered, "Ms. Americana?"
Ms. Americana helped the Shield up to her feet and
then commented, "Come on, we're getting out of here."
The Shield muttered, "Need to get my
shield."
After the young heroine had retrieved her circular
weapon, she followed the star-spangled superheroine out to the docks.
"Hurry, get in the car!", the brunette
superheroine ordered. "We're heading back to my headquarters."
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The red sports car screeched to a stop within Ms.
Americana's secret headquarters.
The Shield exited the red vehicle. She retrieved
a small, glowing device from the inside of her colorful shield.
Ms. Americana was at her computer console, when she
noticed the blinking device. She inquired, "Shield, what is that
thing you're holding?"
"This thingy?!?", the young heroine
innocently responded. Her voice changed to a wicked tone and then she
mocked, "Come on, Ms. Ameri-slut?!? Don't you recognize a tracking
device when you see one? For the love of country, you are dense!"
"Tracker?!?", the star-spangled superheroine
gasped. "Great liberty! Who did you lead to my secret
headquarters?!?"
The strawberry redhead taunted, "Oh someone you
and Got Slut know intimately well. Actually, he got to know the both of
you two intimately well."
Ms. Americana took an attack stance and then snarled,
"Who?!?"
The Shield tapped her colorful weapon, which rasped
with a metallic ring, and then boasted, "You wanna use your fists against
my shield?!?"
The brunette superheroine glared at the young heroine
and then arrogantly proclaimed, "You won't take me down!"
The Shield ran a few paces to gain momentum, and then
threw her shield at Ms. Americana with all her might.
The star-spangled superheroine defiantly stood her
ground, and then smirked. She proudly stated, "You can't hit--"
Ms. Americana was cutoff in mid-sentence as the
Shield's spinning disk rammed the brunette superheroine in her gut! She
bellowed in pain, "Aaaauuuuhhhhaaaa!!!!"
The bikini-clad superheroine was knocked off her feet,
and then was flung backwards. Her back was slammed hard against her
computer's main screen. An impact crater formed where she hit, and then a
multitude of cracks rippled out. The shards of the large LED glass rained
down onto the floor.
Ms. Americana's blue eyes fluttered, and then closed
as she lapsed into unconsciousness. She slumped onto the floor. The
Shield's weapon dropped off of the star-spangled brunette, and then rolled
away.
Bruising immediately showed up across Ms. Americana's
stomach, where the shield had hit her. Blood oozed from her nose, which
indicated internal bleeding. Her severe injuries were too much for her
Aphrodite super-healing to heal.
Her power belt flared as its stored energy surged
through Ms. Americana's wounded, unconscious body. Her bruising
disappeared, and then her bleeding stopped. Her belt stopped glowing as
the last bit of its stored energies was depleted.
The Shield stood silently, as she was awestruck at
what had just happened. "Stars and stripes! I actually hit
someone with my shield!", she excitedly rejoiced. She muttered in
disappointment, "I was actually aiming for the computer console next to
Ms. Ameri-bitch."
The stored energies of her power belt also roused Ms.
Americana back to full consciousness. She was aware that her power belt
was completely drained. With no stored energy to tap, the star-spangled
brunette had no super-strength or other super-powers. She noticed that
the Shield's weapon was on the floor, and too far away from the young heroine.
The Shield exclaimed in shock, "Land or
liberty! You're getting up! I've never seen anyone withstand the
full force of my shield."
Ms. Americana tapped into bravado and then pretended
she still had access to her super-powers. She placed her gloved hands at
her waist and then proudly boasted, "Without your shield, girl, you're no
match for me!"
The young heroine tried to make a dash to Ms.
Americana's red sports car, but was not fast enough. She found the
brunette superheroine on the passenger side of the red vehicle.
Ms. Americana boasted, "Come on, Shield,
surrender. I can then help you undo the brainwashing that's turned you
evil."
The Shield smirked and then retorted, "In your
dreams, Ms. Ameri-bitch."
The star-spangled brunette was caught off guard by the
Shield's defiance. Ms. Americana should be taking the offensive, but she
hoped her words would break the evil hold on the young heroine.
Not staying aware of surroundings, Ms. Americana was
not aware that a tall, muscular man was creeping up on her from behind.
She shrieked in panic as a white, soaked cloth was forcibly placed over her
nose and mouth.
A familiar male criminal voice proudly proclaimed,
"Captain KO!"
Ms. Americana realized that a chloroform soaked cloth
was on her face. Caught completely off guard, she had breathed in a good
amount of the knock out fumes. She immediately felt the chloroform's
effect on her. She found it harder and harder to control her body.
She fought to stay conscious. Her blue eyes narrowed down to small slits.
Captain KO removed the soaked rag from the brunette
superheroine's face and then inquired, "Want to ask something, Ms.
Ameri-slut? Come on, ask the question all of you stupid super-bimbos
would say at a time like this?"
Ms. Americana's throat felt dry. She barely had
enough strength to move her luscious lips. She stammered,
"How...are...you? You...?"
The Adonis-like villain clamped the chloroform rag
back onto her face. He teased, "Questions, questions,
questions. As you can see, I've turned Slut Slinger into an evil
wench. Now it's time to have fun with you!"
The star-spangled brunette wanted to protest,
but could not. She passed out, and then slumped against Captain KO.
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Ms. Americana awoke sometime later from the
chloroform. She fluttered her blue eyes to focus her vision. Her
mouth was parched from the after effects of the chloroform. Her usually
sharp mind felt like it was in a fog, and then the brunette superheroine had to
concentrate to think.
The star-spangled superheroine found herself bound on
an X-shaped bondage cross. She looked up to find her now ungloved hands
shackled above her. She glanced down to find her red boots had been
removed, and then saw her ankles shackled below her.
Ms. Americana remembered how she, and Got Gal, were
bound like this before by Captain KO. She would intended to be the
demonic sacrifice, but she was spared when Captain KO's evil plans backfired.
She was horrified in being the villain's bondage slave
again. Ms. Americana had no doubt that Captain KO was going to sexual
molester her over and over again. She screamed in panic, "No!
Not again!"
The brunette superheroine was relieved that the rest
of her patriotic costume--her mask, bikini top, and floss-like bottoms--were
still on her. She strained against her shackles to free herself.
"Ggguuuaaahhh!!!", Ms. Americana yelled as vigorously tugged against
her metal bonds.
A few seconds later, Ms. Americana slumped in
exhaustion. Her massive bosom heaved up-and-down as she panted. She
bowed her head in utter defeat, as the captive superheroine realized she had no
super-strength. The star-spangled heroine was only as strong as a normal
woman. She softly cursed, "Great liberty! He took my power
belt."
Ms. Americana scanned the empty room, as she expected
Captain KO to make his grand entrance. Instead, she had been left
alone. She licked her dry lips. Her throat felt scratchy. The
star-spangled brunette could really use a drink of water to quench her
thirst. She requested loudly, "Water, please."
Her words echoed throughout the empty room.