--Ms. Americana's Journey, part 5--

DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING ABOUT BONDAGE, FEMALE ORGASMS, GRAPHIC SEX, AND FISTING.

Ms Americana is the creations of Mr. X

By: Kooster

e-mail: kooster69@gmail.com

The Professor put on a pair of surgical gloves on his throughly washed hands. After he confirmed that the surgical gloves tightly fit on his hands, he placed the surgical mask over his nose and mouth. He approached the surgical table, where Ms. Americana's prone and bathed body lay naked before him. He confirmed that the anesthestic mask was securely strapped onto Ms. Americana's face. He took a moment to watch Ms. Americana's gigantic 38FF tits slowly heave up-and-down as she breathed. The Professor rolled Ms. Americana onto her side, where he had access to the back of her neck. He gently moved away Ms. Americana's long, black mane to expose her bare neck.

The Professor picked up a scapel, and then began his minor surgical procedure on Ms. Americana. About thirty minutes later, the Professor had completed his operation on Ms. Americana. He admired his work, where a small circular disc now protruded from the back of her neck. The disc had an inner hole where a number of tiny inserts where prongs could be inserted. The Professor covered Ms. Americana's neck with her hair again that hide the small disc. "Excellent!", the Professor happily commented to himself.

The Professor turned off the anesthetic, and then removed the mask from Ms. Americana's face. He reached for a specially tailored neck collar. He slipped the leather collar around Ms. Americana's neck, carefully aligned the collar's prongs against the disc's inserts, and then inserted the prongs into the disc. The Professor clasped the leather collar onto Ms. Americana's neck. A dazzling jewel adorned the collar's front, where the jewel glistened with facets of red, white, and blue.

"Now to see if the collar works," the Professor told himself. He palmed one of Ms. Americana's enormous-sized tits with one hand and squeezed the base of her breast. He pulled and pinched on her bullet-sized nipple with his other hand. A small trickle of breast milk oozed out of Ms. Americana's nipple, but not the powerful jet that her huge udders should be producing. The squeezed Ms. Americana's tit harder, where his fingers were leaving white impressions on her tit flesh, and then roughly yanked on her large nipple. He soon had her tit looking like a large, fleshy cone. To his satsification, however, no breast milk squirted from Ms. Americana's boob. The Professor released Ms. Americana's breast, where her tit snapped back. "The lactation inhibitor collar works perfectly," the Professor proudly proclaimed.

Now all the Professor could is wait for the anesthetic to wear off.

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Sometime later Ms. Americana groggily woke up. She fought through the haze of the anesthetic to regain her senses. As her eyes focused, where her blurred vision cleared, Ms. Americana felt the back of her neck tingle. She reached around her neck, where she felt the leather collar. She didn't wonder too much about the collar, as her head throbbed with a slight headache. As she looked down upon herself, Ms. Americana noticed that her tits had grown again. While she had to get accustomed to the increased weight of her 38FF tits, Ms. Americana didn't mind her gigantic tits as much since they didn't feel like swollen milk-filled udders. She allowed herself the luxury to wonder if Aphrodite herself would be jealous of her new breasts.

Ms. Americana arose, and then wondered where she could find her costume or something to clothe herself with. She soon heard the room's door open and close as the Professor entered.

The Professor ordered, "Time your medical examination, my dear." He pointed to a nearby gyno exam table.

"My what?", Ms. Americana confusing inquired. As she looked at the Professor, she stated, "You're not my regular doctor." Ms. Americana focused her thoughts, as a faint memory kept pestering her mind. She, however, could bring forth that memory. She mused aloud, "I feel like I'm here for something else."

The Professor hid his relief that Ms. Americana had just about forgotten about her latest mission. He believed that her past multi-orgasmic sessions with him had erased some of her recent memories. The Professor tried to stay in character as a gynecologist by pretending in an irritated voice, "Please, my dear, I haven't got all day."

Ms. Americana, confused and befuddled, walk over and sat into gyno chair which comfortably supported her. The Professor secured Ms. Americana's wrists and ankles in leather straps. Ms. Americana inquired, "Doctor, is strapping in my wrists and ankles really necessary?"

The Professor quickly answered, "Call me The Professor, my dear. The straps are a new safety measure."

Ms. Americana commented, "Okay, whatever the doctor orders."

He cleared his voice, and then asked, "So, my dear, anything strange you want to tell me?"

Ms. Americana blushed with embarrassment on what she had to say, and then replied, "Well, Doc--I mean Professor, my breasts have grown quite a bit. >giggle< I could also swear that I'm lactating." She didn't know why she had giggled just then.

The Professor quizzingly responded, "Really?" He glanced through his medical folder for Ms. Americana. "Your file, my dear, states that you've always been well endowed with thirty-eight double-F breasts.", he lied. "It doesn't hurt, however to check this out." The Professor cupped Ms. Americana's left tit with one hand and used his other hand to finger her bullet-sized nipple. He squeezed Ms. Americana's left tit, while pinching and pulling on her left nipple in an effort to make her lactate.

Ms. Americana couldn't help herself from gasping with pleasure as the Professor played with her left breast. She felt herself get horny and moist as the Professor massaged and toyed with her left tit and nipple. She saw the Professor release her left tit, where she wished that the Professor had continued to play with her some more.

The Professor stated, "Nothing happening there. Let's try your other tit."

Ms. Americana moaned as she enjoyed how the Professor squeezed her right tit while pinching and pulling on her right nipple. She found herself trying to rub her legs together in an attempt to stimulate her cunt, but the leather straps prevented Ms. Americana from moving her legs together. All to soon, at least to her, Ms. Americana felt the Professor release her right breast.

The Professor announced, "Nothing happening here as well. I think, my dear, I will have to re-examine your tits if you lactate in the future."

Ms. Americana felt how puffy and swollen her nipples had become, but was helpless to touch herself. She strained against her wrist straps to grope with her massive tits, but to no avail. She wanted the Professor to play with her gigantic titties again, but she found it difficult to ask.

"Time to examine your vagina," the Professor stated in a clinical tone. He moved his hands down to Ms. Americana's snatch, and then purposely brushed his fingers along her puffy pussy lips. Ms. Americana gasped in a mix of surprise and arousal when the Professor touched her, where she felt a jolt jump from her cunt and up her spine. The Professor couldn't help himself from smiling at how sensitive and responsive Ms. Americana was to his touch. He used his fingers to pry apart Ms. Americana's pussy lips to expose her inner, pink hole. He immediately saw how her cunt glistened with her pussy juice. Ms. Americana moaned as her pussy was opened up and how the air brushed against her inner hole. She felt her clit swell and pop out of its hood to reveal itself.

The Professor coated his middle finger with his saliva, and then pushed his thick, middle digit slowly and deeply into Ms. Americana's cunt. Ms. Americana blurt out, "Aaahhh!!!" as she was penetrated. She finally had something filling up her pussy! She couldn't help herself, where she was bucking her hips to make the Professor's finger piston in-and-out of her cunt. The Professor took the initiative, where he pumped his middle finger in-and-out of Ms. Americana. Ms. Americana delightfully cried out, "Yes!" as she was finger fucked. She breathed faster as her orgasm started to build. The Professor increased his tempo, so that his finger slammed hard and fast in-and-out of Ms. Americana's wet pussy, and then rubbed her swollen clit. Ms. Americana screamed out, "Goddess!" from the dual assult on her clit and pussy. She felt her orgasm building and building, where each moment brought her closer and closer to cumming. Ms. Americana soon was so wet that the Professor's middle finger squished in-and-out of her drenched cunt. The Professor's middle finger deeply probed Ms. Americana's fuck hole, where he managed to dig out some of her creamy white pre-cum. Her white pre-cum oozed out of her cunt and slid down toward her tight, puckered asshole.

Between her pants and gasps, Ms. Americana yelled out, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" as she was so close in exploding with her orgasm!

The Professor, however, suddenly stopped as he withdrew his fingers from Ms. Americana's redden, soaked cunt and very swollen clit. Ms. Americana screamed out in frustration, "Nnnooo!!!" She just needed a few more moments of the Professor's finger fucking to make her cum! She loudly demanded, "Don't stop! Make me cum! Please, Professor, make me cum!"

The Professor corrected, "Call me Master."

Ms. Americana could barely thinking straight, as her urge to cum was overtaking her. She confusingly asked, "Master?"

He confirmed, "Yes, call me Master if you want to cum, Ameri-slut."

Part of Ms. Americana told her to resist, as a superior woman would never submit, but she was too far gone with her lust to put up much of a fight. Ms. Americana complied aloud, "Master." She gasped in pleasure as the Professor rewarded her by passing his fingers over her overly sensitive clit. She tried to grind her cunt against the Professor's fingers, but he withdrew too quickly from her. She desperately pleaded, "Master, please!"

The Professor demanded, "What do you want, Ameri-slut?"

Ms. Americana cried out, "Make me cum, Master! I need to cum so badly, Master!"

The Professor started to undo the straps to Ms. Americana's wrist and ordered, "You, Ameri-slut, will make yourself orgasm while calling me Master over-and-over again. Can you do that, Ameri-slut?"

Ms. Americana immediately answered, "Yes, Master! Just let me cum!"

As soon as her hands were free, Ms. Americana hands quickly moved in blur-like fashion where she rubbed her swollen clit with one hand while fingering her pussy with her other hand. Each time Ms. Americana rubbed her clit in a circle, she blurted out, "Master!"

She added a second finger into her pussy. "Master!", she gasped out. Two fingers, however, were not enough to make her cum.

She plunged three fingers hard and fast in-and-out of cunt. "Master!", she cried out. While three fingers had stuffed and stretched open her cunt, three fingers did not trigger her orgasm.

She pushed four fingers into her drenched pussy. "Master!", Ms. Americana screamed. Four fingers should have been enough to bring most women to orgasm, but not for Ms. Americana's Aphrodite-like lust. "Master!", she managed to gasp out as her four fingers slapped in-and-out of her reddened cunt.

Ms. Americana needed more! Driven by the sole desire to cum, Ms. Americana fingers were so well lubricated with her pussy juice that she managed to force her entire fist inside of her fuck hole! "Master!", she cried out as she self-fisted herself. She rubbed her clit faster still, while she rammed her fist in-and-out of her soaking wet cunt.

"Master!", she screamed out as she was so close in cumming.

One more hard plunge of her fist deep inside her ripped open cunt set her over the edge! "Master, cum--!", Ms. Americana managed to announce just before exploding with her much desired orgasm! "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!", she screamed out as the first wave of orgasmic bliss washed through her sexy, sweaty body. Her mouth remained open in a silent scream of pleasure for the remainder of her orgasm. Her pussy walls tightly clenched onto her fist as she came. She felt her pussy juices gush out, but her fist kept her jizz trapped inside of her. Her wide open eyes were locked upon the Professor's face, as he smiled in approval and admired her orgasmic beauty. As she came, Ms. Americana's mind echoed with the word "Master". The Professor's face, combined with the word "Master", enslaved her will to his.

Ms. Americana's body shook with a few post-orgasmic tremors after cumming so powerfully. While she no longer played with her very swollen clit, she kept her fist deeply lodged into her sore and reddened cunt. Ms. Americana frantically panted to regain her breath.

After a few more moments, when Ms. Americana's breathing had calmed down enough, the Professor demanded from her, "Who am I, Ameri-slut?"

Ms. Americana instantly and enthusiastically replied, "My Master!"

He asked her, "Do you love me?"

Ms. Americana felt a love for her new master like nothing she had ever experienced before. She lovingly answered, "I adore you, Master!"

The Professor asked his last question, "Will you do anything for me?"

She unquestioningly offered, "Anything, Master! You can do anything you want to me! Master, I will do whatever you ask of me!"

The Professor then reached down and pulled Ms. Americana's cum-covered fist out of her savaged cunt. Ms. Americana blurt out, "Fucking shit!" as her fist was withdrawn from her clenching pussy. A mix of white and clear juice gushed out of Ms. Americana's gaping cunt that splashed onto her inner thighs and flowed over her puckered asshole. For a few moments, it looked as if Ms. Americana's pussy had been turned inside-out. It took a few moments before Ms. Americana could unclench and flex her juice-covered fist. Ms. Americana couldn't help herself, where she licked all of her sweet juice off her hand. She sucked at her fingers to get the last bits of her pussy juice. She then pawed at her still gaping cunt to scoop up whatever remaining pussy juice she could find.

The Professor was very satisified that Ms. Americana had willing submitted to him and that he had her for himself. He felt his raging hard-on straining underneath his pants, where he was now free to act on it.