Ma'ams- Superheroine and Alien...

E.N.Cuire

She's beautiful. She's mighty and she's from a part of the old Soviet Republic...

As usual, any characters in this story are figments of my own somewhat fertile imagination and any similarity between any person, living or dead, is pure coincidence.

If you're too young according to the Laws of our or your Country, you must stop reading this at once and buzz off... If you cant stand the rough stuff, get outt'a

Dodge and dont read further... This story contains many elements that might be distasteful to you.

Dont say you haven't been warned...

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She was absolutely mouthwatering as she stood on the stage. She might have been called a Blond Goddess with her long platinum hair ruffling slightly in a draft of cool wind, a mask that could only be of electric blue disguising her identity. Eyes of the same blue looked out from that mask while her lovely mouth pouted slightly through lips Pam Anderson would wish she had.

She stood, legs well astride in what writers have named a Power Stance, her boots of shiny red rubber reaching almost to her crotch while enhancing her five eleven height by their six inch heels called stilettos. Gloves of matching material and hue swam up her long arms to her very shoulders. Her pants were of the style called 'hip huggers' and were of a white rubberlike material while her top, long sleeved, cut low in front and, of blue rubberlike material, tried valiantly to contain two mammoth mamms that threatened to tear their way through the material every time she took a breath.

"Ladeeeze and gentlemen..."Went a feminine voice through the public address system. "The Dungeon is pleased to present to you, for her first visit to our shores, the remarkable Michaelinda Marchinova..."

Ma'ams had received her alias thanks to an Immigration Officer who could not pronounce her real name. (Who could have managed while staring at the immense double dirigeables

staring back at at him?) She had come to this Country to embark on a career as a Crime Fighter but found quickly that she could not qualify for Official hire due to English that was too poor. Needing lucre in order to pay for her small appartment and food to fill a voracious appetite drove her to seek any employment that could fill her meager needs.

Ma'ams went into movement when the music started. Her luscious hips stated gyrating in time with the music in a dance that could only be described as lascivious. Her red gloved hands strayed to her overabundant breasts to cup them and lift them even though they needed no such help. She tweaked her nipples through the material and they started to grow under her own manipulation into small cigarsize juttings that seemed to be growing even larger and larger as the slow dance went on.

The music clashed in a crescendo and the gloved hands tugged down at her top, pulling the rubber down and under the immense breasts and revealing them to the gasping audience. These breasts were obviously not results of some Plastic Surgeon's enhancement, they could not move the way they were jiggling if they'd been so. At the next crescendo, a gloved hand journeyed to her pant zipper and worked it around so her very prominent and blond tressed mons sprang forth from the tight material revealing a pussy that could only be deemed fuckable with pussylips that were petal like that only the greatest artists could hope to capture.

She was still dancing to the music but it's doubful any of her audience could have cared by now. Her his were circling as one gloved hand spread her pussy while the other slowly seemed to disappear , it's fingers looking like they'd been amputed as they delved into an already drooling honeypot. It was already doubtful that many pairs of pants in the audience remained dry by now, evidenced by the odors now starting to permeate the auditorium.

A clittie that resembled more of a small cock had now fought it's way into view and Ma'ams didn't miss a beat as she took the little 'man' between gloved fingers and started a mothion known in rude parlance as 'wanking' and causing the appendage to grow even larger and longer until it was spurting like the little cock it was trying to emulate. It was evident by Ma'ams visage that the Woman was in the throes of orgasm and the orgasm was no fake unless she was a consumate actress to boot. It was almost like there was no audience and she was satisfying needs craved by that bodily oppulence that imagination would have, would require constant and sensual sexual stimulus.

The exhibition was not to denegrate into the same old repetition seen on so many XXXX rated videos, however. Still in tune with the music, Ma'ams moved to an almost un-noticed

construct behind her while two black leather clad but attractive Bulldykes made their way

onto the stage. While Ma'ams hips continued to gyrate in tempo with the music, each newcomer took one of her gloved arms and brought it aloft to be shackled to metal cuffs up high and well apart from each other. Still in movement, they each took a red booted ankle and likewise cuffed them to the base of the construct binding the lovely former Soviet into an Ex. ebonleather gauntletted hands now took over what Ma'ams had started and were workking that remarkable body while one took Ma'ams beautiful face to one gauntletted hand and persuaded her into a soulful kiss known as 'French' while the other gauntletted hand sought to elongate an already well engorged nipple. (Succeded, too...)

A young slave, dressed in knee high rubber boots with extreme heels, white rubber shoulder length gloves, a transparent apron and nipple rings now wheeled a small cart onto the stage and the audience gasped as they got a first look at the appliances it bore.

"Surely no Woman, no matter her size, could accomodate that... Device..." One Woman whispered to her companion, another Woman who's had was buried in the speakers twat.

Ma'ams, however, was no ordinary Woman. Ma'ams had been hired because she'd proved to the event organizers that she could. And she would. A Big Gal had to eat somehow...

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Ma'ams had found there was not a call among Law Enforcement for one such as She. As noted, her linguistic skills were not up to a par for official Police duties and, since she spoke no Spanish, she was told to come back after she'd improved in English. Even the Police Department in Brighton Beach, New York turned her down despite their heavy numbers of Russian Maffia she could have dealt with.

She'd been quite despondant and the weather had been no help. She'd always seen movies where the Sun shone constantly in America so was shocked to learn that it rained here, too.

She'd moved to the City having heard of rampant crime and mayhem, the kinds of things she was best equipped to handle and was just leaving her new, dingy apartment in the docklands for the first time when she spotted movement in an alley.

"A Crime is surely under way..." She said to herself as her long booted legs took her into the alley and the gloom. "That is a Wo-man that is being beaten... The mis-ah-creants!" She voiced, trying to practice her English. "I must to the rescue going..."

The Woman being beaten was equally as big as Ma'ams herself. She was fighting valiantly but against overwhelming odds. Cycle chains whistled and smacked around her breastly abundance while knuckle dustered fists pounded her kidneys and pouching stomach. Still, she was managing to connect with her shapely booted legs and fists wrapped in tight red rubber but numbers were starting to tell.

"You vill estop now... You vill leaf her alone..." Shouted Ma'ams as she launched herself toward the dozen or so assailing the poor Female. Her rush carried her forward and she managed to carry three of the huge guys with her and smack them into a brick wall where they would remain for a while, sliding down into the wet and mucky detrius as if in slow motion. Ma'ams then whirled and attacked three more, taking them down in short order.

"Cut... Damn it cut... Where did that overblown cunt come from?"

All movement seemed to cease and several guys along with a girl or two rushed into the alley bearing walkie-talkies. Their leader ran to the blue and red clad Woman who'd been getting the worst of the battle and took her hand. Are you all right, Alison? That stupid cunt ruined the shot..."

Alison was quite alright. Oh, her chestly porch was rising and falling from her efforts and she looked all too good for it but her gaze fell on a hapless Assistant Director.

"You..." She yelled. "You're fired, you hear? All you were supposed to do was to make sure no one came into the alley... Where were you anyhow? Snorting coke with my standin again?"

All this was rapid-fire and poor Ma'ams had no chance to catch up with what was being said in a language she'd not yet mastered. Or Mistressed either. "Huh?" She went.

Some twenty pairs of eyes turned in Ma'ams direction at the utterance.

"Who the fuck are you? Where the hell did you come from? Who let you on our set?"

Needless to say that the barrage of fast English spoken in New Yorkeese was too puzzling for Ma'ams. Her gloved finger pointed at her own overblown chest and her mouth pouted prettily.

"Another fuckin' actress tryin' to get in movies..." Went one of the radio equiped types.

The self same one who should have been guarding the entry to the alley.

"Vott I do error?" She stammered in consternation. "I Crimefighter and I see Wo-man

be beated up... I come, ah... Rescue... I come to rescue..." She corrected herself. "I am no funckin' actress, I am Russian Crime Fighter... You mus' be making movie, da?"

"Da... Ah, yeah, chickie. We're makin' a movie... What's it look like?"

"I sorry... I not know..." Ma'ams hung her head in shame at her own mistake. "You makin' movie about vott?" She asked hopefully. She'd been a big movie fan since girlhood.

The big Woman stepped forward to take her gloved arm. "I'm playing a real life American Superheroine Crime fighter named Blunder Broad... You might have heard of her... She even had her own comic books... You look like you could play her sidekick, Galaxeena... You're certainly big enough and you're an Alien..."

"And where does it say that the Actress becomes the Casting Director?" Said the Director snidely. "Loose the Bimbette... We've got work to do..."

Ma'ams found herwself completely cut off and ignored. She turned on a booted heel and

made away into the night, disappearing in the sheets of rain continuing to fall.

******

Ma'ams ate in a dingy diner that looked like it was out of the fifties and possibly still had the same grease from then under the stove. The food, however, proved palatable and better than in the back alley eateries in her native Leningrad and which had improved not one bit when the City changed it's name back to St. Petersburg. She knew she'd have to go to the Bank and withdraw a good portion of her last remaining cash when she counted out the cahge for her meal. It was still raining when she left the diner and made her way to the main street and to the block her Bank rested on. Walking more like a Russian Woman resigned to fate, she entered the doors of the establishment and toward the line that formed due to too few tellers. That didn't disturb Ma'ams at all. Russians were used to standing in long lines. That was life in Mother Russia.

"Hands up and get down on the ground..." That disturbed Ma'ams. The shout had come from a ski masked man with an M-16 who was waving the weapon around dangerously.

"You know not how to hold that weapon..." Said Ma'ams paying not an ounce of heed to his orders while everyone else dove to kiss the marble. "You could shoot someone by error..."

A Woman. Ma'ams knew it was a Woman because of her shape and the knee high scuffed black knee boots with the three inch heels she wore, stepped in front of Ma'ams.

"You dumb cunt... This is a stickup..." The Woman then drew back with her own rifle, an AK-47, and slammed it barrel first into Ma'ams' out thrusting right breast which just seemed to swallow about a foot of the barrel before rebounding it's owner backward. The owner of the rifle that is. Ma'ams? She hardly moved.

"Aw come on Dotty... This is how it's done..." The speaker, a full linebacker size of around six foor five and two hundred sixty or so pounds of blubber charged past Dotty and smashed the butt of his AK into her gut. The butt shattered and Ma'ams barely made a move again.

"Is this how you rob banks in America?" She went in wonder. "Not so different from us Russians, you Americans..." She grabbed for the muscle and blubberbound brute and lifted him skyward with apparent ease bringing a look of sheer terror to his face. She was about to toss him at the first man when she was brought up short.

"Do that and this gal stops living..."

Ma'ams turned toward the Woman, Dotty, who was voicing such a threat. She'd given her weapon to another man and had a pretty young Woman in her grasps and was holding a stiletto (it's a knife this time guys, not a boot heel) to the girl's throat so tightly the knife was indenting the skin. Ma'ams, to her credit, slowly put her load back on his feet.

"We'll give you the money... Just dont hurt anyone..." This from a bispectacled Bank Manager more concerned with law suits than apprehension of criminals. "Please, Miss,

do as they say..." He added for Ma'ams benefit.

The big man she'd set back on his feet spat in her face. "I'm going to sue you for brutality..." He said. "What's your name?"

When she replied politely, he looked blank. "Huh?" He said. (Must have been a first cousin to the Immigration guy who'd dubbed heer name as Ma'ams.)

"Come on Bert... We have work to do... " Said Dotty. "Get me some of Pete's stash..."

Bert hurried to do Dottie's bidding and came running back with a syringe and a large vial which he handed to Dotty. "Now..." Said Dotty to Ma'ams and Bert. "Bert is going to hold this pig sticker to this gal's throat and I'm going to give you a little shot in your nipple... If you cause me a problem, Bert will simply cut the girl's throat... Do you understand?"

Ma'ams certainly did and nodded her agreement. She allowed Dotty to get in front of her and wateched as Dotty filled the syringe noting that the Woman had done this before. Dotty then pulled down on Ma'ams' bodice allowing the huge breasts to vomit out of the outfit before taking one nipple in a gloved hand and quickly working it with a pinching into huge erection. She then slowly pressed the needle into Ma'ams' milk duct before pushing down on the plunger, injecting the drug deep into Ma'ams' most vulnerable attribute. Ma'ams just shook her head a little and said nothing about the pain although she wavered a little on her high heel booted legs.

"Shit... I pumped enough stuff in her to put an elephant to sleep... Guess it's weak stuff at that..." Filling the syringe again, she repeated the action with Ma'ams' other boob

and stepped back to await Ma'ams collapse. The collapse didn't come.

True, Ma'ams was most unsteady on her legs that had taken on a wobbliness akin to the rubber the boots she wore were made of. True Ma'ams eyes were a little out of focus and true, Dotty's eyes and the eyes of all the other gang members were on Ma'ams' mamms when a vision on blue latex and thigh red boots burst into the bank and took down Bert while the knife he held went flying.

True, too, was that the gang, probably former Military personel, were quick to recover and set about attacking the object who'd interrupted their fun at the Russian's expense and true that they were quickly succeding in battering said vision in blue latex around the Bank. That's when Ma'ams stumbled forward and crushed Dotty down as she was reaching for her gun, managing to knock Dotty scatty enough to cause not a whimper. Ma'ams rose again

and stumbled after Bert who was getting up and going after the Woman in blue. Ma'ams had him in a bear hug and was driving all the breath from his body despite the gnawing problem of her head getting a tattoo beat on it with the butt of the M-16. At least it gave the one in blue a chance to mop the floor with the rest.

By the time the Cops got to the Bank, Ma'ams was reeling drunkenly and Blundeer Broad, the real one, was thanking her for her help. However, Blundie proudly laid an admonition on Ma'ams that could have been misconstrued as a veiled threat.

"Dont play Superheroine on my turf, Girlie... There are too darned many of us around here already..."

Ma'ams never got her cash that night and managed to stagger almost all the way back to her small pied-a-terre before collapsing in an alley where she was repeatedly raped by several winos who mistook her rubberclad body for a thrown away rubber sex doll. Not so bad until Cecil decided he had to urinate and used her pink hued mouth as a convenient recepticle. And that proved not as bad as the band of homeless dogs who got to her when the winos all passed out from too much exercize and booze. She came to with something grisley, thick, hot and decidedly warm making it's way in and out of a well already slick with previous use. Her mouth tasted foul and of an essence she'd rather not have injested

but her body was letting her down in a need for some loving from any source. She was shamelessly moving her legs into positions more accepting as she went off in a first series of orgasms she'd experienced in America.

To be continued...