Ms. Americana – Show off.

Ms. Americana slowly walked up the moonlit path toward the large, residential house. The cat burglars were pretty busy in this area and the buxom heroine knew catching them would be a simple matter of waiting and pouncing. She was done waiting. Now it was time to pounce.

“Hmmm, they seem pretty good.” She smiled eyeing the carefully pried sliding door. She made her way through the living room, down a narrow hall and stood in the doorway of the den. A black clad, stereotypical cat burglar stood with his back to her working a wall safe like it was a slot machine.

“Not bad...” she thought eyeing the guys rather fit body. He wore black pants, black sweater, leather gloves and a robin style mask. She started to get a slight tingle from the thrill of the situation. It had been months since she had any “fun” and this guy was actually pretty respectable. “Hmpf, maybe I should take him on without my power belt,” she thought half joking and half turned on by the prospect.

“SO! You’re the big bad cat burglar,” Ms. Americana laughed out loud taking her patented arms on hips and legs spread heroine stance. The startled cat burglar dropped his tools and stared like a jack lighted deer at the nearly six foot brunette amazon standing in the doorway. At first he thought maybe this was a joke that maybe this woman was some big breasted stripper his friends had hired to surprise him on the job. Or maybe some kinky wife thinking she was surprising her husband. This woman was incredible. Tall, full figured, incredible breasts wearing a star spangled bikini, mask, cape, gauntlet gloves, calf boots, gold tiara and a bright metallic belt with an “A” on the front wrapped around her waist. Then the news reports and newspaper pics hit him.

“MS. AMERICANA?” he squealed like some kid going through puberty.

“The one and only and its your lucky day,” the heroine replied swiveling her hips and smirking. “Now be a good boy and don’t make any trouble. I don’t think you’d stand a chance against me.”

The burglar glared for a long moment, then he quickly relaxed and grinned. “Oh, I won’t fight you,” he said slowly.

“Oh that’s too bad. I was really hoping for a fight,” Americana replied in a sultry voice with a slight curled grin.

Suddenly, the buxom heroine felt an arm wrap around her waist. As she looked down, a hand with a thick, medical, cotton pad clamped down over her nose and mouth. The heroine didn’t break her stance. She merely stood puzzled for a moment. Her attacker tried wrenching her back hard but she simply didn’t move. She took in a slight gasp then reached up and grabbed his hand.

“Oh pleeeeeze! Chloroform?!” Ms. Americana sighed pulling the hand away from her face with her enhanced strength. “You’ve got to be kid... mmblmf”

The burglar forced the pad back down over her face and held it firm. Americana swished her hips slightly finding the experience more fun than anything else. Sure, she had been chloroformed before but, since she had so much bent up sexual energy, the drug wasn’t as powerful as normal. Plus, this guy was strong and rather fit and it felt kind of good rubbing her ass into his crotch.

He managed to hold the cloth over her face for another half a minute before she pulled his arm away and clear off of her. Giggling slightly, Americana twisted his arm and slung him into the den like a doll. He hit the carpet and slid to the far wall. At the same time, the first burglar rushed her and plowed into her grabbing her hips and lifting her off the ground. He knew from TV that she was strong but she still probably weighed like a super model. Sure enough, he got her off her feet and flung her into the room toward a couch. The heroine daintily landed and assumed her ready stance. She even laughed at being tossed.

“Oh how cliche boys. Was that stuff meant for the nosey wife or inconvenient maid?” she teased slightly.

“No! It’s meant for nosey super heroines like you!” cried the second cat burglar as he rushed her.

She easily chucked him over the couch with a laugh and sent him crashing through the coffee table. “I think this is going to be fun.” Americana thought getting excited.

“OO I hope you didn’t hurt yourself honey.” She laughed.

“Ha ha ha ha hmmmblm..”

The first burglar clamped the chloroform pad over her grinning face and he wrenched her back hard and off her feet. Seeing his chance, the second burglar lunged at Americana and wrapped his arms around her full thighs wrapping her long legs together.

Americana swiveled and grunted slowly getting rather turned on by her body being restrained. Her body twisted erotically held firm by the two determined burglars. She hadn’t really breathed any of the fumes but having her laughter cut off half way made her take a deep breath. The familiar sickly sweet fumes invaded her lungs making her feel somewhat numb.

With legs that go through 4 thigh masters a month, Americana contracted then exploded sending the burglar holding her legs back over the couch. She landed then grabbed the other burglar and flipped him onto his buddy.

“Is that the best you have fellas?” Americana laughed. The room was getting a bit darker and she felt slightly warm and numb but she just ignored it. She was having too much fun.

The two cat burglars got up and rounded the couch. One rushed her and she sent him flying toward the other wall piling him up on a small table. She turned and faced the other burglar who was coming at her with the cotton pad.

“Oh my! Not again?!” she teased sporting a mock worried look. “Ok sport, tell you what. To show you that I’m no simple victim I’ll just stand here and you can TRY and put me to sleep. Ok?” she smirked assuming her usual stance.

The cat burglar, half confused, half frustrated and all worried that he had to get this bitch put out before the cops came rushed up to Americana and clamped the pad over her mouth from the front. He grabbed her head with his free hand and held the pad firmly with the other. Americana simply rolled her eyes and tapped her feet.

“Look, this isn’t going to work,” she sang out from under the cloth, “I’m not getting sleepy. Tell you what, I’ll take a deeeeeep breath and show you.”

Americana sucked in and held it. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness rushed over the heroine and she staggered slightly. Her hand came up and tried to pull the burglar’s hand away. From behind, the other burglar grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back into an arm lock hold. Americana began to twist more seriously now. The two pushed her back into the wall and pinned her while holding the cloth in place.

She struggled for a couple of minutes grunting and gasping. She then summoned her strength and exploded her arms outward throwing both men off of her in one swoop. “See, told you it... it wouldn’t.. work.” She staggered and clutched her head but quickly shook off the cobwebs.

The two burglars piled into her and the three rolled across the floor. They wrestled for a short while with Ms. Americana being grabbed and pinned with each turn. As the heroine tried to get back up, hands grabbed her or one of the burglars piled on top of her and tripped her back to the carpet. Every once in a while, the chloroform pad pressed back over her face making her gasp in a lung full her and a lung full there. “NGH! Oh please... This is getting absurd!” she barked pushing the men off of her only to have another try and pin her arms or grab her legs.

Then, one of the burglars managed to pin her arms over her head by sitting on her upper arms. Even though she was strong, he had nearly 200lbs of leverage against muscles not used to dead lifting in that way. The other burglar quickly moved in and reclamped the pad over her face.

Americana kicked and thrust getting more annoyed than anything else. Her struggles forced her to gasp down more of the fumes and her vision suddenly began to get blurry. The man pinning her arms could feel she wasn’t as strong as before. He sat on her arms and pulled out another cotton pad and bottle. He placed the pad on the floor and soaked it thoroughly with the bottle in his free hand. Americana stared over at the pad half frustrated and half shocked they were still trying this.

“Grab her legs,” he ordered his friend.

The other burglar removed the cloth and wrapped his arms around Americana’s shapely, sexy, kicking legs. “Ok, now this is getting a bit out of...mmmblm...” The other pad clamped down over her face. Her eyes bulged slightly from the new pad and its fresh, hefty dose of chloroform. The fumes packed more of a sting and the first wave really flooded her lungs making her ears ring and her vision spin. Again she writhed and wiggled slowly grunt and moaning from the struggle.

Her eyes grew dull and her eyelids began to grow heavy. She shook her head to clear the cobweb. Screaming under the pad she coiled in her legs and once more sent the burglar sailing. Her long legs kicked up over her head and kicked the other burglar in the chest sending him sprawling. The two burglar, now half-believing Americana’s claim, got up and scampered out of the room.

Americana got up and staggered about shacking her head. “Must have gotten winded...” she stammered clutching her head. She shook her head then half ran half-staggered out of the den to chase the burglars. She heard commotion upstairs and made her way to the staircase.

“Oh c’mon guys,” she yelled up the stairs, “don’t make me chase you.” She started up the stairs unaware that her power belt had come off in the den during her struggle and lay useless on the carpet. Her mind was a little more foggy than she would admit and her arrogance wouldn’t let her concede that maybe she should be taking this whole situation a bit more seriously.

“Come out, come out where ever you are...” she sang like a mom looking for her kids. “I know you’re up here somewhere,” she said approaching the double doors that lead to the master bedroom.

“Am I going to get chloroformed again,” she laughed slowly opening the bedroom doors and walking in. Like she predicted, she heard someone rush her from behind the door. With a hefty judo throw, she tossed the burglar across the room onto the king-sized bed but he didn’t hit with nearly the force she intended.

“What?!” she gasped. She looked down at her waist and realized she wasn’t wearing her belt. She quickly looked about thinking it came off when she threw the burglar.

Suddenly, the other burglar plowed into her hips from behind, coming from the room across the hall and tackled her into the room and onto the bed. She wrestled with the burglar trying to throw him off and end this contest once and for all.

Then another cotton pad clamped down over her nose and mouth. The first burglar attacked her from behind with the same zeal he used earlier. Her attackers had no idea she now had no super strength and wrestled her like they did in the den, determined to put her lights out.

Americana now struggled taking the situation seriously. She grunted, writhed and thrust in panic trying to get free to get her belt. The fumes were far more intense than before. Her body grew weaker and numb by the moment. One of the burglars accidentally kicked the bedroom door shut and Americana glared in shock. She was now alone, in this dark room with two burglars who had her down and helpless. Worst of all no one knew she was there nor was there any chance to get help.

Americana’s eyes darted back and forth under the cloth. The two men stared watching her eyes grow heavy and dim. They pulled the cloth away and one of them resoaked it. “This bitch is going down,” he hissed pressing the newly soaked cloth back over her face.

Finally, her eyes rolling up into her head and her arms sliding to her side. The great Ms. Americana slumped down asleep. But the burglars didn’t stop there, not with such a tough customer. They kept the pad over her face, then resoaked and reapplied it four more times letting it evaporate dry with each dosing. By the time they sat up, Americana was too deeply sleeping to ever give them trouble.

* * *

The bright sun light and birds chirping broke her deep slumber. Americana woke with a deep moan. It appeared to be late day, which day she didn’t know. She knew the homeowners were on a week’s vacation so they would not be back for days. She lay on the bed. Her bikini pants were balled and stuffed in her mouth and tied in place with a thick, terry cloth towel around her mouth. Her hands were tied behind her with her own star spangled bra. Her curvaceous legs were bound together at the knees and ankles by drape cord and cord tied her ankles and hands together into a loose hog-tie. She lay stripped, her costume strewn about the room or used to tie her. Even her mask lay on the floor, tossed aside with her boots and accessories. Her thighs were wet with cum as well as her chest, face and ass. They had taken advantage of her all right and judging by her soreness, they must have taken her anesthetized body several times. It took her nearly two hours to untie her self, get dressed and sneak out of the neighborhood.

“So.. stupid..” she stammered driving off. “Had to be a show off. Now my sexual energy is gone. Its going to make catching these guys much harder.”