--Ms. Americana's Journey, part 2--

DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING ABOUT BONDAGE AND OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana is the creations of Mr. X.

By: Kooster

e-mail: kooster69@gmail.com

Brenda Wade awoke feeling very refreshed from her feverish masterbastion event last night. She also enjoyed the weight of her sexual frustration lifted from her shoulders, but knew that she had to regain her pent-up sexual energy. As she started to get up, the red buttplug reminded Brenda that her anal sex toy was still deeply imbedded inside her asshole. Brenda reached behind her and slowly withdrew the red vibrator from her asshole. She gasped as the wider girth of the vibrator's middle shaft stretched out her anal ring to leave her forbidden backdoor. The small tip of the red buttplug finally escaped from Brenda's asshole, where she could feel her anal passage quickly regaining its tightness. Brenda gazed at her used red buttplug for a moment, as part of her wanted the anal sex toy to remain in her ass.

Brenda mumbled to herself, "By the goddess, what am I thinking? How can such a superior woman, such as myself, have such deviant desires!"

She pulled out a nearby baby wipe, and then cleaned off her red buttplug. As she cleaned off her anal sex toy, Brenda remembered how filled she felt with every single inch of the buttplug stuffed into her ass. She felt her pussy tingle and her nipples slightly harden. Brenda stowed away her cleaned buttplug, and then felt a surge of sexual frustration well up inside of her. She smiled to herself, thankful that she still had her superheroine powers. "Thank you, Athena.", Brenda whispered.

After getting herself showered and feed, Brenda cleaned up her bedroom so that no one else would even have the slightest hint of sexual romp last night. She sat down at her home computer, and then saw the lack of any new work-related e-mails. Brenda commented aloud, "No work! Just like how a Saturday should be." Realizing that she didn't have anything to do as CEO of Wade Industries, Brenda could not repress the wide grin that spread across her beautiful face. She pronounced in a heroic tone, "Now I get to do my other work."

Brenda opened her huge closet, where she flipped opened a well-concealed panel that revealed a grid-like pad. She pressed her flat palm against the grid, where a green light came to life behind the pad and pulsed for a few seconds. A computer-generated monotone voice, which sounded very much like Brenda's butler, stated, "Identify confirmed. Welcome Ms. Americana." Brenda closed the concealed panel, and then a hidden doorway unlatched and slid open. A soft glow beamed from the new opening. Brenda stepped through the doorway and into small room. She looked behind her, as she always did, to confirm that the doorway closed and latched to become hidden once more.

Brenda smiled in expectation on what was gonig to happen next. She raised her arms, looked up as if staring into the heavens, and then boldly exclaimed, "I'm Ms. Americana!" A blinding white flash erupted from Brenda's vagina that bathed her entire body. After a few moments, the blinding flash faded away to reveal Ms. Americana in her famous red-white-and-blue bikini costume. Americana looked over body and used her blue-gloved hands to confirm that her power belt was securely locked and about her waist, while her blue-and-white mask was firmly adhered to her face. In her full superheroine garb, she stood straighter and more confident than in her civilian identify. Ms. Americana gripped her power belt, and then concentrated. Her golden power belt faintly glowed for a moment. "Damn," Ms. Americana cursed to herself. "My power belt should be glowing white hot, if I'm to be at full strength! I'll need to take care of that later on."

Walking her high-heeled red boots, Ms. Americana reached a keypad on a nearby wall. She tapped a combination of letters and numbers into the keypad. Each button light-up with a green light as she tapped it. Afterwards, a familiar computerized voice stated, "Code verified. Code will expire in sixty-nine days."

"Sixty-nine days," Ms. Americana mumbled herself. Those words caused her mind to go into the gutter, where she imagined herself locked in the sexual position with a muscular, well-endowed male. She felt a slight surge of new sexual energy pulse from her pussy to her power belt.

Another doorway opened before Ms. Americana that broke her out of her brief sexual fantasy. The doorway that revealed a small pod that was just large enough her to enter. she climbed into the cockpit of the pod, pulled down the pod's cover, and then tightened the cover's latch to lock it in place. After securing herself inside the pod, a large button glowed red for a few seconds and then switched over to a green glow. The computerized voice announced to Ms. Americana, "Pod ready for transport." Ms. Americana pressed the big green button, and then she felt the g-forces as the pod dropped and swiftly plunged down. While her red-white-and-blue bikini top held her massive 38DD's together, the g-forces pulled her huge breasts upward. Ms. Americana sat calmly while the valley of her tits pressed against her chin.

After a few moments of plummeting at high speed, the pod slowed as it a curve that arched upwards. Jets in the pod's rear ignited that propelled the pod along its now upward incline. Still moving at high speed, Ms. Americana now felt her huge tits pressed against her athletic body. The g-forces also pushed Ms. Americana deeper into her seat. After a minute or so, Ms. Americana's high velocity ride ended as her pod slowed to a gentle stop. Metallic sounds were heard outside of the pod, and then the computer voice stated, "Pod secured. Recharging." Ms. Americana opened up the pod's hatch, and then walked into the adjacent hallway.

At the end of the hallway, she deliberately opened her left eye wide and stared into the wall's purple orb. A purple beam scanned over Ms. Americana's retina for a moment, and then turned off. The familiar computer voice stated, "Identify confirmed. Welcome, Ms. Americana." A thick metallic door opened before her. Ms. Americana proudly strode through the open doorway. On the other side of the door, she pressed a button before another purple orb that closed the thick metallic door.

Ms. Americana called out, "Lights." that brought life to the area around here. Ceiling lights flooded the room in brightness, while a huge computer console awake from sleep mode. Above the computer console, a huge OLED screen blinked on. She scanned the area to see if there were any unwanted strangers about. Ms. Americana muttered to herself, "Some heroes have a cave, and I have a secret bunker." While Ms. Americana had a secret liar beneath Wade Manor, she no longer used her liar after the time her car was bugged and was followed home that exposed her civilian identity. Ms. American recalled that time with a mix of horror, but tingled with excitement on how she was ravished over-and-over again. "Now that was a big mess to clean-up," she recalled aloud. Ms. Americana now had her secret bunker to better protect her civilian identity, and to be closer to Delta City.

"Time to get prepared for tonight," Ms. Americana ordered herself. She tapped a few buttons on a wall panel, where a Sybian emerged. She deftly removed her red-white-and-blue bikini bottom that slid over her large ass cheeks and down her muscular legs. Now bottomless, Ms. Americana the bottle of sex lube that rested beside the Sybian and squirted an ample amount of lube over the bulbous head of the Sybian's protruding rod. She squatted over the Sybian and lowered her now tingling sex onto the waiting rod. The rod's bulbous head pushed past Ms. Americana's puffy pussy lips, and then stretched open your pink hole as it disappeared into her cunt. Ms. Americana moaned with delight as she was filled up. "Athena, please help your faithful servant.", she prayed aloud. "Help me gain the energies to be at full strength."

Ms. American squatted all the way down onto the Sybian, where she was completely penetrated by the protruding rod and felt her swelling clit resting against Sybian's bumpy surface. She scoped up the controls, took in a deep breath to prepare herself, powered up the controls, and then turned the rotating and vibrating settings up to their medium settings. "God--!", Ms. Americana screamed out, "Guh, guh, goddess!" as she was assulted by the Sybian. The protruding rod buzzed excited deep inside her pussy, while quickly rotating around at the same time. She tightly clutched the controls, while her eyes bulged out and stared blankly upwards. In moments, the sex lube was no longer needed as the Sybian had made Ms. Americana's cunt a big wet mess. Her sweet juices now coated the protruding rod and oozed out onto the Sybian's bumpy surface. Ms. Americana's other hand slapped down onto the Sybian to help steady herself, as she contorted back-and-forth along the Sybian. Ms. Americana could feel how swollen her clit had become, which was mashed against the Sybian's bumpy and vibrating surface. She could even feel her puffy cunt lips vibrating against the base of the protruding rod. Ms. Americana fought to prevent herself from cumming, while trying to breathe. While her teeth were tightly clenched together, her nostrils flaired as she desperately breathed in-and-out.

"Must--!", Ms. Americana strained to blurt out. She continued aloud with, "--not--!" And then managed to finish her sentence, "--cum!" She forced herself to sputter out those words again and again, as her personal mantra to persevere. While blurting out her matra, Ms. Americana formed a strong and heroic image of herself in her mind that could withstand anything.

Ms. American was a slight to behold that would make even the most prudish of people admire her and masterbate along with her. Ms. Americana's eyes nearly rolled back with her head pointed upward. Each time her body jerked in response to the Sybian's powerful rotations and vibrations, her massive breasts--despite behind confided within her red-white-and-blue bikini top--jiggled along. She could not stop juicing, where her inner thighs were coated with her pussy juice and the Sybian's vibrations caused droplets of her sweet juice to go flying in all directions.

After a few more moments of assulting herself with the Sybian, Ms. Americana forced her hands onto the controls and power off the monstrous sex toy. As soon as the Sybian stopped, Ms. Americana rolled off of the powerful sex toy and collapsed onto her back. Her huge bosom heaved as she desperately gasped and panted to regain her breath. As she slowly recovered, Ms. Americana felt her remaining pussy juice ooze out of her used snatch and pool underneath her ass cheeks. Her tender and now oversized clit throbbed, where anyone touching her love button would instantly send her into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her cunt lips also throbbed, after being vibrated back-and-forth so many times. When she had recovered enough, Ms. Americana smiled to herself. "Thank you, Athena, in not letting me cum.", she thanked aloud. She laid there for a long while, until she felt the last tingles of lust and sexual arousal leave her well-toned body.

Ms. Americana arose, where she cleaned up the pool of her drying pussy juice, the Sybian, and her groin. She wanted to lick up her pussy juice from the floor and Sybian to recharge her stamina, but the floor was too dirty and the rest of sweet juice was mixed with the sex lube. She picked up her superhero bottoms and put them back on. Standing in a heroic pose, she grabbed her power belt and concentrated. This time, her power belt burst forth with a blinding glow. Ms. Americana smiled, as she was pleased with herself. "Now I'm back at full power!", she proudly exclaimed.

Before she could sit down at her computer console, her large OLED screen flashed red and beeped over-and-over again. "Who says that a certain nocturnal crime fighter has an exclusive to red lights and beeping sounds?", Ms. Americana commented aloud. She sat down in her console chair, and then pressed the answer button. The red flashing and beeping sound stopped, and then the OLED displayed the messages "Communication encrypted and secure. Establishing communication." The OLED blinked to life with the image of Delta City's mayor.

"Thank heavens I was able to reach you, Ms. Americana!", the mayor admitted with great relief.

Ms. Americana instantly went on high alert at the mayor's distress. She boldly inquired, "What's the trouble, mayor?"

The mayor quickly blurt out in a fearful tone, "We've received a threat from The Professor that unless my office delivers one billion in untracable bills within the next twenty-four hours, The Professor will rain disaster upon Delta City! Ms. Americana, you have to save Delta City!"

"Where's the drop-off supposed to happen?", she asked.

The panic-striken mayor hurriedly searched through his stack of papers. He produced a map The Professor had provided, and then showed it to Ms. Americana. He asked for confirmation, "Ms. Americana, do you know where this place is?"

Ms. Americana committed the location on the map to memory. "That place is located in the old warehouse district, which has been abandoned for years. I remember reading that Brenda Wade was petitioning a remodling project for that area to the city council.", Ms. Americana stated.

"Should, er um..." the mayor stammered, "...send in the police?"

Ms. Americana shook her head. "No, mayor.", she answered, "I'll go in alone, as I'll have a better chance of capturing this Professor."

The mayor was overjoyed to get Ms. Americana's help. "Excellent!", he quickly responded, "Good luck, Ms. Americana!" With that, the video communication ended.

"Okay, let's see what I can dig up about The Professor.", Ms. Americana told herself. She tapped in searches for The Professor across the major media sources and national police databases. Ms. Americana waited and strummed her fingers on her armrest. She cursed herself. As Brenda Wade, she should have rammed the remodeling project through the city council! The old warehouse district is perfect for criminal scum to setup shop. Ms. Americana periodically patrolled the old warehouse district to keep it criminal-free, but it was inevitable that some corrupting influence would infect the area. Ms. Americana tightened her strumming fingers into a fist, and then furiously banged it against her armrest! She needed to purge The Professor as soon-as-possible, so that Brenda Wade can transform the old warehouse district into a park, bike trails, and the like that kids and familes could use.

After a few more minutes, Ms. Americana's wait ended where her computer search yielded no results. "Damn!", she cursed aloud. She had guessed that no one had ever heard of The Professor, but she had to try.

Ms. Americana did one more thing: To cover her civilian identity. She typed into her computer console the command, "Activate protocol: Brenda Wade vacation." After a few seconds, the OLED screen displayed the message, "Activated." This scenario communicated to everyone that Brenda Wade is calling all of her unused vacation, and taking in an extended vacation away from the world. It has protocols on who temporarily runs Wade Industries, how Wade Manor should be managed, and ensuring that her personal expenses and payrolls are paid.

Ms. Americana walked over to the garage entrance, and then tapped a few buttons on the wall panel. She watched as the computer console shutdown and the large OLED went dark. The bunker's main lights also turned off. She entered the garage, where a dark blue and white-stripped Mustang waited. Ms. Americana ran her gloved hand over the Mustang's body, as she took a few moments to enjoy the sport car's beauty. She then entered the Mustang, and then drove off toward the old warehouse district.