--Ms. Americana's Journey, part 3--

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

Ms. Americana drove threw the abandoned warehouse area, making sure that no vile criminals were waiting to ambush her. She was actually quite surprised to find no criminal activity in the area. Ms. Americana swelled with pride that her heroic efforts were keeping the city safe and clean. She soon arrived at the location the Professor had given. Ms. Americana parked her car in the shadows of a nearby empty building. After exiting her Mustand, she lifted the rear license plate and tapped in a code that locked the car and disabled the electrical system. Even if someone did manage to break into her Mustand and hot wired it, her sporty car wouldn't start.

Without the need to watch her back, Ms. Americana proudly strode towards the other building. "Well, Professor," she mutter aloud, "it's time to be schooled by fists of justice." She noticed a slightly ajar door, pulled open the metal door, and then gained entry inside. She saw that no one was waiting inside to ambush her, which caused her to relax and drop her guard slightly. She heard the metal door clank as it closed, which she should have found suspicious. Ms. Americana couldn't remember when things were this easy, where her overconfidence grew by the moment.

She stood in her traditional super-heroic pose, where her legs slightly apart and her fists at her hips. "I'm here alone Professor," she called out, "Come out and show yourself."

"Ah, there you are.", the Professor's voice echoed throughout the empty warehouse.

Ms. Americana sprang into a defensive pose, ready for the Professor or his goons to attack her. No one came at her. She quickly processed the voice and tried matching it against any male villian she had encountered to date. The Professors's voice was too well electronically masked for her to hear the person's true voice. Most of her villians never bothered to mask their voice from her, which told her that the Professor is one smart cookie. "Show yourself, Professor!", she brazenly called out, "Show me how you fare against a superior female."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?", the Professor teased. "Thank you, but no. I've seen you fight too many times, where I want to avoid being your male punching bag. I don't need to regain a reputation as being the next male aggressor your enjoy bragging to your fellow female crime fighters."

Before Ms. Americana could continue her taunting, a square of metal poles sprang out to surround her! The bars were grouped close enough that she would not be able to fit through them. Ms. Americana didn't panic, folder her gloved arms across her massive bosom, and then commented, "Do you really think these flimsy bars can hold me? You think you can cage Ms. Americana so easily?"

"You should look again, my dear.", the Professor's voice stated.

Ms. Americana inspected one of the metal poles more closely, where she noticed small holes along side of the pole. She inquired aloud, "What are--?" She was cut off in mid-sentence, as purple gas suddenly hissed out of the small holes and engulfed Ms. Americana's beautiful face! With her mouth wide open, she breathed in a fair amount of the purple gas. Ms. Americana forced herself to cough up the unknown gas, and then instinctively backed away.

She saw that all of the metal poles now hissed out the purple gas! The purple gas spewed out so quickly that Ms. Americana soon found herself surrounded by the purple gas that would soon overwhelm the enclosed space that she was in. She realized that the purple gas was some kind of knock-out gas, as she found it harder and harder to think. She also felt her eyelids getting heavy, as it become more and more difficult to keep her eyes open. She gasped out in panic, "Must...>cough<...get away!" Ms. Americana soon found herself completely engulfed by the purple gas, where the gas became so thick that she could not see her way through it. Ms. Americana held her breath, and then tried to navigate through the haze of knock-out gas. She instinctively waved her arms to disappate the purple gas, but the constantly issuing gas made that impossible. She moved in one direction, and then bounced backwards as her bikini clad 38DD's hit the metal poles. Ms. Americana staggered backwards, while coughing and hacking as she could not longer hold her breath. Each cough forced her to take more and more of the knock-out gas into her lungs.

"No...!", Ms. Americana protested. "Must...>cough<...not--", she called out. She managed to stagger toward some of the metal poles, and then gripped them with her gloved hands. Her focused to call upon her super-strength, so that she could pull apart the metal poles and create an opening for herself. "Goddess!", she cried out to call for Aphrodite's aid.

Ms. Americana's vision blurred and darkened. She eyelids closed upon her blue eyes. She could no longer maintain her grip on the metal poles. Ms. Americana could no longer think or move, where the knock-out completely overpowered her. She passed out, and then slowly slumped to the dirty floor.

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A high-definition ceiling camera lowered in for a closer shot of Ms. Americana and panned over her unconscious form. The Professor controlled the camera's movements, where he could remotely exam his captured superheroine. Ms. Americana's head rested against a padded head rest, while her long black hair flowed downward. Her arms were stretched away from her sexy body, where metal shackles tightly secured her wrists. Her red-white-and-blue bikini costume still adorned her body. Her golden power belt was still fastened around her waist. She still wore her signature red, knee-high boots. Ms. Americana's legs were spread eagle, where her ankles metal shackles secured her ankles.

The Professor moved the HD camera, so that he could briefly observe Ms. Americana's slumbering body. He had a hard on as he gawked at her beautiful and ample breasts. He wanted to fuck her brains out right there and then, and use Ms. Americana as his personal fuck slut. He reminded himself that there was more than enough time for him to satisify his carnal pleasures with Ms. Americana. If his lust grew too strong, the Professor knew that he could always take a break and jack off to one of Ms. Americana's rape videos that her past villians had posted on the villian porn ring. His still found it a pity that he had not been the one to take Ms. Americana's pussy and anal cherries.

He glanced at his watch, where he calculated that in another nineteen hours the mayor's office would make him the next billionaire! That money would be more than enough to pay off Delta City's gangs and criminals to stay out of the abandoned warehouse district. He further calculated that it would be another hour or so before Ms. Americana woke up from the knock-out gas.

The Professor stated aloud, "Rest up, my dear. You'll need all your strength for what's to come." He thought of all of the delicious things he was going to do to Ms. Americana, and then couldn't help breaking out into a long, evil laugh.

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Ms. Americana groggily awoke. She hissed in discomfort, as her head throbbed from the after effects of the knock-out gas. She shook off the hazy after effects of the knock-out gas, and focused her blue eyes. She tried moving her arms and legs, and then hear the familiar sound of metal shackles that held her in place. "Goddess!", Ms. Americana gasped in alarm, "I've been captured!"

"Ah," the Professor's voice stated from the room's overhead speakers, "you're awake."

Ms. Americana noticed the HD camera above her and angrily stared at it. "Let me go, vile villian, or face the fury of Ms. Americana!"

"Given time, my dear," the Professor mentioned, "I'm sure you could free yourself, so it's time to remove your power belt."

"No!", Ms. Americana screamed in protest. Her protest was in vain, as she helplessly watched two mechanical arms descend from the ceiling and grip near the clasp of her power belt. The two robotic arms tried to pry open her power belt. Ms. Americana closed her eyes, and then focused upon her power belt. She concentrated on keeping the clasp of power belt closed! The robotic arms continued to pull, as their mechanical strength grew and grew with each second. Ms. Americana could mentally sense how strong those robotic arms became with each passing second! She shut her eyes even tighter, as she mentally fought to keep her belt on. The strong mechanical arms relentlessly pulling and pulling, which strained Ms. Americana's mental link with her power belt to its limits!

With another surge of power, the mechanical arms succeeded and yanked Ms. Americana's power belt off her supple waist! "No!!! My powers!", she screamed in agony.

Ms. Americana shed a tear, as she watched her power belt dangled in mid-air by the robotic arms. She stared in defeat as her power belt brightly flared and saw its stored sexual energy spew forth. Her power belt went dark as the last thread of Ms. Americana's pent-up sexual energy was released. At the same time, Ms. Americana felt her super-powers leave her sexy body that reverted her back to a mere human being. Ms. Americana defiantly strained against her metal shackles one final time, where she couldn't even make the shackles budge, and then she slumped down onto metallic exam table.

"How did you know about my power belt?", Ms. Americana asked in disbelief. She believed that her power belt, which held her pent-up sexual energies that gave her super-powers, was her best kept secret.

"Oh please," the Professor answered as if talking down to a child. "Everyone knows your power belt is the source of your super-powers. Why else would I have your power belt removed first, instead of your skimpy costume?"

Ms. Americana burned with anger upon hearing that the Professor was going to strip her against her will! "Don't you dare!", she boldly ordered. "No one strips Ms. Americana for their personal enjoyment!"

"Good, good.", the Professor happily commented. "So feisty!"

Ms. Americana's eyes opened wide in surprise as a scissor-wielding mechnical arm lowered towards her! The scissor placed itself through one of her shoulder's bikini straps, and then cut it away. The scissor moved over, and then cut away her other shoulder strap. Ms. Americana was grateful that she was lying down, where her loose bikini did not expose her massive 38DD breasts. Her joy was quickly outlived, as the scissors positioned itself between the valley of her huge tits. With a quick snip, the robotic scissors cut away the bikini strap that held her bikini cups in place. Ms. Americana watched helplessly as her bikini top slid off and fell away that exposed her gigantic tits, large aerolas, and huge nipples. She felt her nipples harden as the cool air passed over them.

Ms. Americana angrily called out, "How dare you show my naked breasts like this! You won't get away with, Professor!"

"Please, my dear," the Professor quipped in a demeaning tone, "Your idle threats mean nothing to me."

The scissored arm disappeared, and then two new robotic arms descended that each held a syringe. A strange green liquid jiggled inside each syringe. Each needle glistened in the room's lights. Ms. Americana watched to her horror, as each syringe poked through the flesh of her massive tits and penetrated deep inside her large mellons. Ms. Americana bit her lip from the pain of being poked. The mechanical arms activated the syringes that injected all of the green liquid into her tits. Finished with their task, the dual mechanical arms withdrew their needles from Ms. Americana's boobs and disppeared.

Ms. Americana grunted with discomfort, and then blurted out, "My breasts feel like they're on fire! What have you done to me?"

She then felt pulses shot from each breast, and then run throughout her entire body. Ms. Americana stated, "My entire body feels like it's burning!" Ms. Americana's burnt sensations soon passed, and left her a little drained. She dare not reveal this to her captor.

"Aaahhh!", she gasped, "My breasts are tingling!" She grunted with discomfort, and then stated, "My breasts feel so tight!" She painfully blurted out, "Goddess!", as her titty flesh stretched when her boobs grew another size! "My breasts!", she cried out in shock, "Are getting bigger! Growing to thirty-eight double-E's!" Despite being larger than before, Ms. Americana's tits remained firm as ever. Ms. Americana panicked like a trapped lab rat, and frantically tried to free herself from the shackles.

From his hidden observation post, the Professor smiled in satisfaction upon seeing Ms. Americana's massive tits grow even more. "Excellent," he happily muttered to himself. He pressed a few more buttons and keys on his control console.

Ms. Americana gasped as the scissored arm returned before her. The opened scissors moved into one side of her bikini bottoms. "Stop!", Ms. Americana ordered in vain as the scissored arm cut away the thin strap. The scissors glided over to the remaining side of her bikini bottoms. "No!", she loudly protested to no avail as the scissored arm cut. The closed scissors gently slid along Ms. Americana's barely concealed snatch. Ms. Americana gasped as her hyper-sensitive pussy was teased. She gasped again when the felt the cool surface of the metal scissors glide under the top of her ruined bikini bottoms and touch her flesh. Before she could say anything, the scissored arm flipped away her destroyed bikini bottoms to expose her hairless snatch.

Ms. Americana growled with rage! "How dare you strip Ms. Americana naked!", she shouted.

"Lovely," the Professor's voice echoed through the speakers, "Your body, Ms. Americana, is so beautiful to see in person. Those criminal torrent videos do not do you justice. I think my enhancement to your tits is a nice touch."

"Vile criminal scum!", Ms. Americana screamed. "I will rip off your balls for this!"

"Tsk. Tsk, my dear.", the Professor scolded. "Time for a cleaning, dirty girl."

Ms. Americana watched helplessly as a robotic claw descended. She could barely see a tiny, clear tube that another robotic arm held rise between her inner thighs. The mechanical claw pressed against her outer pussy lips. Ms. Americana could not surpress pleasurable gasp as her cunt lips were touched. The robotic claw opened up, which spread apart her pussy lips to expose Ms. Americana's inner, pink pussy. The other mechanical arm guided the slender tube towards her urethra. As the small tube neared her pee hole, Ms. Americana noticed the sheen of lubrication that coated the plastic tube. Ms. Americana cried out in pain, "Argh!" as the tiny tube forced its way into her urethra! She felt more and more of the clear tube push into her urethra, until it could go in no more. Ms. Americana's body shook a little as the tiny tube hit rock bottom. As if a damn had burst, Ms. Americana relieved herself! She felt herself peeing, where her urine emtpied through the plastic tube that was embedded inside of her. Ms. Americana found that urinating from a plastic tube was slower, and perhaps even torturous, than blasting out jets of urine naturally. She tried clamping down to make herself pee faster, but to no avail. Ms. Americana lay there helplessly, as the plastic tube slowly drained all of her urine. After a few minutes, she felt her bladder to be completely empty. The tiny tube remained planted in her urethra for a few more moments, as if it was waiting for a surprise trickle. With the last droplets of her urine draining out of the clear tube, Ms. Americana sighed with relief as the plastic tube removed itself from her urethra. The robotic claw released its hold on her pussy lips. While not raped, Ms. Americana felt violated from being forced to pee.

A second robotic claw descended from above, and then both mechnical claws moved toward her ample ass cheeks. The claws pressed against each of Ms. Americana's ass cheeks, and then spread them apart to reveal her tightly puckered asshole. The mechnical arms continued to spread open her butt cheeks, where Ms. Americana could feel her anal ring open.

The Professor mentioned to Ms. Americana, "Open up, and say 'Ahh'."

Ms. Americana, without resistance or conscious thought, repeated aloud as if having a medical exam, "Ahhh..." Her soft words soon turned into a gut-wrenching scream of pain, "Aaaaahhhhh!!!" She cried out in pain as a slender tube forced its way into her slightly gaping anal ring and into her deflowered anal passage! "Get it out!", Ms. Americana screamed in protest of the anal invasion. While she was unable to see what was being done to her behind, Ms. Americana quickly guessed that another robotic arm was pushing a plastic tube into her asshole. Ms. Americana violented flailed in her shackled bonds in an attempt to dislodge her anal invader, but it was too late. A few inches of the plastic tube penetrated her tight asshole, and then stopped moving.

Ms. Americana hear a click, as if some valve was opened, and then felt a gush of warm water flood her deep inside her asshole. "Goddess!", she cried out as her eyes bulged out! The warm filled up her anal passage, gushed through her innards, and then flowed into her stomach! "Argh!", Ms. Americana cried out at the sheer discomfort of having fluid flow backwards through her insides and into her stomach. With no where else to go, the flowing liquid filled up her tummy.

"He's giving...", Ms. Americana blurted out through gritted teeth, "...me an enema!" She continued to grit her teeth, and grunted as she endured her painful enema. Ms. Americana's eyes widened in shock as helplessly watched her stomach expand as more and more warm fluid filled her up. Her once flat belly grew out, until she looked like she had a pregancy bump.

"Too full! No more!", Ms. Americana desperately pleaded. Her insides hurt so much, which felt incredibly more painful than the worst day of her menstral cycle! "Feels like...", she painfully grunted, "...near bursting!"

In too much pain and discomfort to notice, the enema flow stopped. Despite how much Ms. Americana wanted to push out all the warm fluid forced into her, the enema tube remained firmly lodged into her asshole. "Need to...", she painfully blurt out, "...to release!"

The Professor happily watched Ms. Americana's predictament, and throughly enjoyed seeing her in such pain. While he enjoyed hearing Ms. Americana's wails and protests echoing through the chamber, he frowned that she never asked or pleaded for her enema to be released. "She is very strong-willed," he commented to himself. "This will not break her. Time to move on."

Ms. Americana sighed with relief as the enema tube was pulled out of her asshole. With the two robotic claws keeping her butt cheeks stretched apart, her gaping asshole provided the least path of resistance for all of the liquid inside of her. A trickle of dirty fluid oozed out of Ms. Americana's asshole. Ms. Americana clamped down, which created powerful jets of the now dirty enema fluid to spray out of her asshole. Ms. Americana focused on the sole task of emptying her tummy and innards of her enema. A mixture of dirty liquid and other solids squirted out of her asshole. Ms. Americana was greatly relieved to feel the liquid leave her stomach and being emptyed out of her body. After a few more moments, she hear some bodily farts as the last of the enema liquid was ejected from her asshole. As Ms. Americana panted to regain herself, she was delighted to see that her tummy had returned to normal. She didn't smell the foul stench of her bodily wastes, where she concluded that her enema must have been emptied into a receptacle that had been removed.

"There now, my dear," the Professor's voice echoed from the speakers, "Clean as a whistle."

"Bastard!", Ms. Americana angrily roared. "How dare you defile Ms. Americana like that!"

"You can't deny, my lovely," the Professor commented, "That your bottom has never felt so empty before."

Ms. Americana couldn't deny that it felt good to have such a cleansing bowel movement, but she would never acknowledge that to her vile captor.

"That should get a lot of hits on the criminal torrent site.", the Professor mused aloud.

Ms. Americana shouted in shock, "You recorded that! Damn you!"

"I'm sure that everyone will enjoy this next part just as much," the Professor taunted.

Before she could say anything, a new robotic arm arose between Ms. Americana's inner thighs. The mechanical arm was holding a long, white device with a large, knobby head. "What is that?", Ms. Americana inquired.

"I can't believe you have never seen one of these before, my dear," the Professor teased. "This is the Hitachi wand. It is well known for the powerful climaxes it gives."

"Really?", Ms. Americana amusingly responded. "So this is the part where you make me cum over-and-over again?"

"Not quite," the Professor quipped.

With that the mechanical arm positioned the knobby head of the Hitachi wand onto Ms. Americana's mostly hidden clit. Ms. Americana suddenly feared for what was going to happen next. The Hitchi wand powered on, where the knobby head excitedly vibrated against Ms. Americana's clit! "Aaaahhh!!! God--!", she gasped out in pleasure. She was not prepared for the Hitachi wand's sexual assult! "Goddess!!!", Ms. Americana cried as she managed to breathe again. The Hitachi wand was worse than her Sybian!

Ms. Americana could barely think as the Hitachi wand blasted away at her now swollen clit. Her teeth clenched together in a desperate attempt to muster up her focus on a single goal: To not cum. "Must--!", she blurted out. Her breathing became wild and erratic. "Not--!", she managed aloud. Ms. Americana gasped for a much-needed breath. "Cum!", she finished. Her body wildly thrashed in her shackles, as she instinctively tried to escape from the Hitachi wand's vibrations against her clit. Each second that Ms. Americana fought against the Hitachi wand's incredibly powerful vibrations, the more her unwanted orgasm grew and grew. Her nipples were so hard and erect, where they looked like tiny columns on her gigantic tits. Ms. Americana could feel how hot and juicy her pussy had become, which made her cunt so well lubricated for any cock, finger, or sex toy to easily enter her. While she tried saying "Must not cum" as her verbal mantra to help herself from not cumming, Ms. Americana soon could only mental focus on her task as she was nearly hyperventaliting.

Despite all of her efforts, part of Ms. Americana knew that she was facing a losing battle. No miracle happened to stop the Hitachi wand's powerful vibrations against her sensitive clit! Her forced orgasm was building and building, and pressed harder and harder against her mental defenses. Ms. Americana was losing more and more of awareness, and slipped more and more into the sexual pleasure the Hitachi wand gave her. Just when Ms. Americana was going to give in to the reality that all was lost, the Hitachi wand suddenly turned off and pulled away from her reddened and swollen clit. Ms. Americana blurt in surprise, "What--?!?" She slowly gained more and more control over herself, where her breathing calmed down and her pent-up sexual energy faded. She laid there and slowly regained herself and her wits.

Ms. Americana looked to see that the Hitachi wand still floated above her, just out of reach, but ready to sexually assult her again. She was confused, as all of her past captors forced her to cum against her will. A number of thoughts raced through her head, but Ms. Americana kept wondering why the Professor had stopped her from cumming? Didn't her newest villian want her to succumb to her sexual lust, and believe that he had broken her willpower? Ms. Americana was too self-absorbed in her thoughts, where she lost track of time.

The Professor watched and laughed at how confused Ms. Americana was. He enjoyed seeing this superior woman to be confused as the sexual bimbo she really was. He observed her lovely body, where he waited until her clit seemed to disappear back into its hidden, fleshy hood; her nipples lose their hardness and soften back into flesh-like berries; and other signs that showed Ms. Americana had lost her sexual arousal. "Time to start again," the Professor declared.

Ms. Americana was pretty damn frustrated at being helplessly bound, where she once again tried to pry herself from the wrist and ankle shackles. As she focused on her heroic-like efforts, she failed to see the Hitachi wand come alive again. "Aaahhh!", Ms. Americana screamed in a mix of shock and sexual pleasure as the Hitachi wand mashed and vibrated against her clit! A few seconds later, Ms. Americana's breathing become wild and erratic; her nipples stiffened to their full, pole-like hardness again; and her cunt burned with the desire for orgasmic release. Once again, she instinctively thrashed around in an attempt to escape the Hitachi wand. Ms. Americana still fought against the Professor's attempt to make her cum. She still believed herself to be a superior woman, who would not be forced to cave-in to her sexual lust. Just like before, the Hitachi wand drove Ms. Americana to the unescape fate of cumming. When she was hyperventaliting and nearly at the bring of exploding with her forced orgasm, the Hitachi wand stopped. Once more, Ms. Americana laid there in confusion and a bit frustrated that she was denied her sexual release.

The Professor throughly enjoyed the show that Ms. Americana was giving him. He injected himself with a shot that surpressed his sexual lust, as he did not want lose his focus or wad by masterbating right now. He had designed his sexual repressant to last a few hours, which should be ample time to see the results that he wanted. The Professor then checked his computer hard drive space to make sure that he had enough free space for the high-definition video that he was recording. He was happy to see that there was plenty of free space left on the three terabyte hard drive. He sat and patiently waited, while observing Ms. Americana for signs that all of her sexual arousal had disappeared.

For who knows how long, Ms. Americana lay there helplessly as the Hitachi wand was repeatedly used on her over-and-over again. Each time Ms. Americana was sexual tortured to the edge of exploding with a forced orgasm that never happened. With each repeating cycle, Ms. Americana grew more and more frustrated on not being able to orgasm! Her pussy had become so juicy, where a trickle of her sweet juice had escaped from her cunt lips and flowed down to her puckered asshole. Ms. Americana had thought that she had been subjected to every single sexual attack possible, but Ms. Americana had never experienced such torture like this where she was being denied to cum for so long! Despite all of this, part of Ms. Americana still tried to escape the Hitachi wand each time it wildly vibrated against her reddened clit. That same part of herself still fought against being forced to cum. Another part of herself, however, was getting incredibly frustrated at not being able to cum. In her mind's eye, Ms. Americana could see her two selves standing across from each other. Each time the Hitachi wand returned to her sensitive clit, Ms. Americana could see her two selves grappling in combat against each other. During the fierce combat in her mind's eye, Ms. Americana saw the self of her willpower losing more and more to the self of her sexual lust. Her lovely body was drenched in sweat, and her long, black hair mopped against her pretty face. Her baby-blue eyes were half-open, as she became more and more drained each time the Hitachi wand returned to her snatch.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!", Ms. Americana screamed out as the Hitach wand returned to her abused clit.