Ma'ams- Superheroine and Alien. Pt. 2

E.N.Cuire

When we left Ma'ams, she was in an alley and undergoing plumbing of her best parts by a maurauding band of Man's best friends. Having been filled already with the various discharges of a dozen or so winos, she might have thought the doggies were just trying to comfort her. When the dogs grew too tired to hound her further, she staggered away to her lonely abode and fell asleep still clothed on a bad called "Murphy" (If you youngsters, over eighteen we trust, have not heard of a murphy bed,

we suggest asking some older folk)

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Our lovely Ma'ams awoke several hours later to a rumbling tum. Hers. It had been around this hour of the previous day that she had last ingested foods that could be called 'solid'. Ma'ams, however, was as stoic as her People and accepted her lot just as the Russian people had been doing for years.

Not bothering to doff her attire, she climbed into the bathtub that also served as a shower and turned on the faucets to allow what passed for hot water to rush over her soiled garments, boots, gloves and self. She emptied boots and gloves by lifting her arms and then one leg at a time and towelled her hair with vigor and felt ready enough to face the mid afternoon and journey to the bank again. At least this time it was not being robbed.

Two Hot Dogs with the works from a street vendor, to Ma'ams a gourmet feast, later, she was ready to fight crime and show these Americans what *she* was made of. Where, however, to start? She puffed up her mighty chest and shook the rain from her ivoryblond tresses then looked around at her surroundings. She was still amazed at how few of these Americans ran red lights and how many stopped for someone to cross the road. At home,

you were always in danger of being run over every time you stepped from the curb. At home, cars dodged eachother like the cars in the LunaPark. Called Dodgem cars here, she believed.

"Pssst... Hey you..."

Ma'ams looked around, trying to find out who was making that noise. And to whom. She then heard it again and turned to see a funny looking small man with a wizened face... She thought the term was 'A little Person' here. One of her red gloved fingers pointed at her own devastating superstructure as she answered. "Who? Me?"

"Yea-a-a-ah... You-u-u-u, Chickie... Hey, I could stand under that porch a' yours and never get wet-t-t-t... You some kind a' Superheroine or sumkin?"

"*I* am Ma'ams..." She replied, secretly pleased to be taken for what she really was.

"Yes... *I* am..." (She really didn't know what a 'sumkin' was but vowed to look it up in her dictionary later.)

"You lookin' for some bread?" Asked the little man still in awe of her bumpers. Ma'ams took a moment before she replied.

"You are kind, Sir... I have only just partaken of bread and some dog meat hot... I am not hungered right now..."

"Dumb Foreign Blond..." Muttered the little guy. If Ma'ams heard him, she was too polite to comment. "Bread... Gelt... Cabbage... Greens..."

"Oh no... There was sourkraut but no greens or cabbage..."

"Look, Dummy..." Said the little guy stamping a foot in frustration. "You need some money? I got people pay lots of money for a gal like you'se..."

Ma'ams thought for a moment or five. No doubt, she certainly needed some money and some gainful employment. "Why you not say in En-glish? Are you stranger like me?"

Bengy was about to give up. True, this broad was strange. Stranger than any he'd met on his neffarious rounds. Perhaps too strange for the gang he represented. But again, she'd be a true catch... She was built like the proverbial Brick Shithouse and made Pam Andeson look homely.

Suspicion crossed her beautiful face. "I need make mo-ney but I do nothing not legal. I am Crimefighter back home..." She replied, proudly puffing up the twin peaks so much that the little guy cocked his head to listen for the sloshing.

"Ah... Ah... Is striptease illegal wher you come from?" He asked. "What about mud wrestling, boxing or a little girl to girl action..."

"You mean like prostitute? It is illegal but the way many of my people must use to survive..."

"Ah... There you are then you see... Our people are very similar after all... Many of our people must also be, ah... Prostitutes in order to survive as well... You do like sex, dont you?" He added in case.

She thought back to the previous night and her acceptance of the sexual favors forced on her and how she'd gone overboard to accomodate. "You might say I like sex..."

"You come along with me then, Missy..."

"Ma'ams..."

"Oh yes-s-s they are..." He quipped as he escorted her to a big limousine.

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The limo drew up in front of a run down warehouse that looked like it had seen much better days. The front was crisscrossed with grafitti over once whitewashed brick and the doors were huge, splintery and oaken. Bengy fairly lept from the Limo and rang what looked to be a door bell which sounded deep in the bowels of the building somewhere. Had she not had Super hearing, it's doubtful Ma'ams would have even heard it.

The door creaked open with sounds from the hinges that would have terrified anyone who'd seen too many horror flics and a butler stood there, incongruous in this setting. Ma'ams had seen such 'Butlers' before, however, so was not surprised. He approached her own height with her six inch stilletto heeled boots and had a craggy face, grey of hue and of indeterminate age. He looked just like one of the old, terrifying, KGB operatives who often had come at night for this and that criminal in the old Soviet Union days.

"You rang?" He said in a deep, booming voice. "Oh... It's you, Mister Bengy... I see we have company..."

Bengy didn't have to utter a word. The Butler turned and following him was implied in his action. Bengy slammed the big door that Ma'ams noted, moved with a well oiled ease. She realised they must have added sound effects for the door to make so much noise when it was opened.

The inside of the building, to Ma'ams' surprise, was modern and utile. It was more like a theatre in polished metals, lucite, glass and mirrors. She was not allowed to dwell on the opulence however as she was ushered to an elevator and whisked upward.

"Your friends... They must be very rich..." She said to Bengy who just nodded and ushered her along a corridor carpetted in deep pile before the Butler rapped on a large door. He opened it and waved her to enter.

"Come in, my dear..." The speaker had risen and was walking toward Ma'ams on boots with heels equally as severe as those worn by her visitor. Those heels belonged to a pair of knee high black patent boots that shone so well they looked glazed. Into them, a pair of flared, old style beige jodpuhrs of softest kid leather were bloused and a tiny waist above them was held tight by a belt fully three inches thick in front and two inches in back which, in turn, held a porch not quite as oppulent as Ma'ams' aloft, helped along by a white kid blouse that was open down to the belt to display the grand canyon between those jutting mountains. The blouse sleeves were bloused into shoulder length patent leather gloves that looked as soft as kid. "I am Mistress Marsha and am the personal assistant to Master

Mutor... Please come and have a seat..."

Ma'ams was nothing if not polite. She managed a glance behind Marsha to a behemoth who must have been Master Mutor but sat politely and waited. Marsha strode slowly around her chair looking at her from all angles.

"So... You need a job, do you? You need to make some money so you can live, do you?"

"I have a green card..." Volunteered Ma'ams hopefully. She wanted to make a good impression.

"Bengy would not have brought you here without a few questions... I assume you answered positively that you dont mind a little sex? You look like you could take a little punishment as well... Gurzz who can take some punishment can make a lot of money with us..."

Ma'ams thought back to the many times she'd been raped and tortured by the Russian Maffiosi back when she was working in the Soviet Union. She'd been able to take and take and had amazed many of her captors by her explosinve orgasms under duress. "I can take punishment..." She replied.

Mistress Marsha looked at Master Mutor and, receiving a nod, turned back to Ma'ams. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to Master Mutor. Unzip his fly and give him the best blow job you can give..."

Again, the stoicism of Mother Russia. Ma'ams did not display any surprise at the order and got to her hands and knees. She really needed a job and was on the ropes.

"Unzip your own pants... I notice the zipper goes from front all the way to belt high in back... While you're busy sucking, I want one hand in that pussy of yours and playing hide the wrist in it... Make sure you lick the Master's scrotum and he likes a tongue in his belly button, too..."

The gorgeous Ma'ams wondered why they hadn't ordered her to open her blouse and let her breasts go free, like the many criminals she'd been had before by. She didn't argue and jsut proceded to free the zipper on the four hundred pound slob's pants and got the shock of her life. This... Man was a Mutant with as big a cock as she'd ever encountered. Stoic till the end, she licked her pink full lips and made a tentative larrup at the immmense organ. Finding it didn't bite back, she enveloped it with her mouth, stretching her oral cavity as much as she could, pulling the plumblike head into the back of her throat. She pulled back a little and then forward again, relaxing her throat muscles as she attempted to swallow the sword. Back off again and forward, but this time adding to her own stimulation with her gloved hand that was now bending to force fingers into her own twat.

"Go-o-o-oddd." Went Mutor, the first sounds she'd heard from him. She started doing what she'd done for many criminals who'd threatened her very life if they didn't get the best sex they'd ever gotten. She turned into a wanton whore and pulled off his cock to lick his balls and tongue fuck his overlarge bellybutton before returning and engulfing his cock again, this time well down her throat cutting off her own breathing before pulling back for another breath.

Marsha nodded to Bengy and Bengy needed no second bidding. He was the back door champion and there to see if the new girl missed a stroke when cornholed suddenly. Ma'ams didn't. Her only thoughts were on money and... "This little guy is built like a fucking horse..."

She knew she was winning. The tableau already had the Bitch Marsha rubbing herself through her jods while using her other hand to work over a boob with severity. Mutor was huffing but giving his cock sucker no help but Bengy had Ma'ams in the throes of orgasm and the throes were making her redouble her efforts until she felt Mutor engorge in her throat. He was beginning to jet inside her throat and she was swallowing as fast as she could. She'd won again and was draining him by bobbing back and forth on his huge, spurting cock. She shuddered again in an orgasm that told of her victory and, having drained and swallowed all Mutor's juices, pulled back to squeal out another cuming as Bengy exploded with her enema.

She was slowly recovering when Marsha spoke in a low, husky voice. "If you can suck pussy as good as you give head, you can make a fortune for us... On your back on the coffee table... Vlad can take care of your other itch..."

And so Ma'ams ended up getting princked at one end while using her very able tongue to princk at the other end. She'd oft played girly games in the cloisters of her State High School and had a reputation of the girl most likely to become a Swallow. An agent trained by the KGB to be an expert in all manner of kink and sexual seduction. She was proving her abilities to the utter pleasure of Marsha right now as she tongue fucked the well built and horny Woman while getting a fucking from the Butler for her efforts. She decided she was amply rewarded when she brought both to orgasm as well as herself in a trio of cumings that had Marsha and Vlad panting in exhaustion.

"This one is almost too much... She will wear out our whole audience..."

"If she can take punishment like she can fuck, she will be a favorite..." Replied Mutor.

"If she cant... She could end up like that other Superheroine you hired..."

Ma'ams heard and digested the information without giving notice that she'd overheard. She did need the money but it was more important to find out which Superheroine had been in trouble here and what had happened to her...

End Part 2.