DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Characters created by Mr. X.

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MS AMERICANA: Year 1

Ms Americana, The Geek and Esha

Part 1

By MegaBrawn

2am, a suburban home. The living room is dark except for the flickering of a television. A brunette with thick luscious hair is on her knees. In her red white and blue bikini, her head bob up and down on her master’s lap. Seated comfortable on his couch is The Geek, a teenaged genius watches the news as the masked beauty diligently licks his penis.

“Since rescuing the Mayor of Delta City in a dramatic showdown with hostage takers, Ms Americana has won the hearts of America.

After receiving special commendations from the Mayor, the popular superheroine was featured on Time, News Week and People magazine.  She has been voted the sexist woman in the world by 3 men’s magazine, ousting bikini model Barbara Cummings.

But all that attention hasn’t gotten to her head; the iconic superheroine has been busy fighting for the man on the street. Over the last two days, she’s lead to the arrest of a counterfeiting ring and stopped 6 muggings. She also managed to stop an out-of-control tank from destroying a puppy farm and rescued a small boy trapped in a well.

And as Americana fever sweeps the nation...”

The Geek hits the mute button on his remote. He looks down at the woman sucking him off. She looks at him with docile obedient eyes.

“Yeah *snort *suck on my joystick you wanton whore. Look at how you strut your stuff on the TV...”

She pulls away.

“I’m sorry for being such a tease Master.” The young woman says while batting her brown eyes. A line of cum runs from the tip of his cock to her lips.

“Please forgive me?” She begs as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. She slowly holds it out with one hand before dropping it. She plants loving kisses on his manhood as she looks him in the eye.

“Ooohh! Such a tease, even in defeat, eh Ms Americana?” The Geek squeals slightly as the woman licks the tip of his pre-cum covered cock.

The Geek watches the mute TV  images of Ms Americana’s swaying ass and heaving bosom. Sensing that she has failed to hold her master’s attention, the obedient slave doubles her efforts. Determined to prove her worth, her mouth becomes a vacuum, and her tongue flickers over the tip of his manhood as she rhythmically bobs up and down.

“Snort ...snort...snort...”

That was his sign. He always snorted thrice when he was about to cum. When he did, her oral vacuum sucked every last drop, and she swallowed it diligently. She continued licking it gently for several more minutes, as his cock went flaccid. Finally, like a mother putting a child to bed, she lovingly kissed it, before tucking it back into his shorts.

“Thanks for dinner Master.” She said sweetly as she smiled at him.

He patted his slave with approval before running his hand through her thick hair.

“One day,” he said, “I’ll find out if the REAL Ms Americana is as big a whore as you.”

“I’m sure she’s an even bigger whore Master.” The woman said as she now began straddling him on the couch. She pushed her 38DDs together, offering them to him like he was a god.

“Even if she isn’t Nicole,” The Geek said leaning forward, “she will be after I’m done with her.”

And with that the pubescent young man feasted on her creamy soft breasts as she gasped.  It would be another sex filled romp for the young lady, as their role play continued into the night.

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3am, in a bathroom penthouse, a blonde in a pink silk bathrobe speaks into a high tech ear piece with a mic that extends to her mouth. Like an experienced model, she looks into the bath room mirror and strikes several sexy poses.

“Look, I don’t care how many editors you have to bribe. By this time next month, I want to be on the cover of all the men’s magazines. I’m Barbara Cummings damn it, and I’m not going to lose to some bitch in mask, especially not to a brunette one with 2 gallons of silicone.”

As the narcissistic Ms Cummings speaks, her hand drops to her crotch. Her posing turns erotic and now primarily features Ms Cummings rubbing herself. Her drop-dead gorgeous body was enough to turn herself on.

“Yes, don’t worry about the tomorrow Wanda. It won’t be the first time I’ll be modelling expensive jewellery.”

Barbara Cummings, world famous bikini model, had recently been hired to wear the “Twin Sparklers”, a half cup revealing bra made entirely out of diamonds and held together by a long platinum chain. It was very sexy and skimpy.

Barbara Cummings had never posed nude. The highly publicised event would be watched worldwide, but not only for the garment’s magnificence. Many were hoping that the bra would by scanty enough to sneak a peek at the real treasure; Barbara’s bashful nipples.

“As if I need more reasons for people to stare at my babies.”

And with that, Barb pulled the robe open with both hands for her breasts to bounce out. Both her hands now started pulling on her nipples as she walked out of the bathroom and into the living room of the lush penthouse.

In the living room, there were 2 couches in an L-shape in front of a large screen television. On each couch were 4 women, all head down with their asses in the air. The 8 women were ball- gagged and their hands bound behind their back. They lay head down in the couches like peacocks, thrusting their nether regions upward, providing full access to their two love holes. In each ass was a black butt plug, in each pussy, a matching black vibrator. The women were of different races and hair colours. Some Asian, some black, some white. Red head, blondes and brunettes all accounted for. All had fantastic hourglass figures. All had perfect bodies for sex. All were sexually aroused, but very afraid.

Barb walked by all the women calmly and patted some of them on their asses, while she sat in a recliner and watched the television. The news was showing the Ms Americana feature. Barb watched intently as she continued to pinch her nipples.

“Goddess, look at all the press she’s receiving. I hate that little skank!”

But beneath her seething hatred, the raging bisexual in Barb could still identify a tasty piece of woman when she saw one. And Ms Americana was the tastiest she had ever seen. Her hatred was now mixed with lust. She reached behind her and pulled a vibrator out of one of the women. The woman, a redhead with short hair, gasped through her red ball gag as a ‘Pop’ was heard from her wet vagina. The redhead pouted disappointedly as Barb used her new toy to pleasure herself.

“I really, really hate her!” Barb said as she worked more feverishly with the sopping wet vibrator.

“What I wouldn’t give to put her in her place.” And with that, Wanda began lecturing Barb. Barb always loved to hear Wanda’s lectures. She stood up and went up to the red head and began working the vibrator in and out of her, much to frustrated red head’s relief.

“Listen Wanda, you know the deal, all the girls have to get auditioned and trained by me.  I control the entire fashion industry. And face it, deep down inside, most of these sluts are submissive whores who want to be dominated. In fact, 5 of the girls are here because they miss me. Ooh... this one’s a squirter. Gotta go, Wanda. Don’t worry, I won’t break any of these beauties. Love ya!”

As the line went dead, the red head’s eyes widened and she screamed into her gag as her pussy turned into a fountain. Barb was cork screwing her as the red head squirted. The muffled scream had a ripple effect on the rest of the ladies; the red head’s release inspired the rest to find their own.

“Keep going sweet heart, I’m enjoying the show!” Barb said as she laughed, mocking the red head. When her well was depleted, Barb slammed the vibrator into the red head’s now super sensitive pussy, making her yelp.

She walked to the front of the red head’s couch and told all of them to look up at her. Barb spoke into her mic and told the operator to connect her to a number as she inspected the girls. A mixture of fear , lust and submission where shown on all their beautiful faces. Before them was Barbara Cummings, the world’s sexiest woman, lusted after by both men and women. These women, typically highly lusted after themselves, were now faced a superior specimen. All conceded Barbara’s superiority immediately. They looked at Barb with fear, not sure what the feisty blonde was going to do next.

“Yes, Madame, it’s me again.” Barb said as she walked around the 2 couches, She leaned down to kiss some of the girls, she lightly slapped some of them on the cheeks as she walked by.

“Get me 8 men. Yes, for the usual ‘entertainment’,” she smiled wickedly, “yes, up to my penthouse in 30 minutes. They’ll find their assignments on the couch.”

All the women were now shivering in fear, especially the ones new to Barb’s twisted games. The regulars secretly rejoiced in anticipation. Barb always hired the best gigolos for them. They had great bodies, swoon-some good looks and they were great in bed. Some of them had really big cocks.

“Yes, the usual, an all night slammer. Wait...” Barb stopped at the end of the couch; there was a stunning blonde looking at her, with long curly hair and 44 DDs. The blonde, an 18 year old newcomer was trying to break into business. She looked at Barb with doleful, pleading eyes. Barb looked back scornfully.

“Change of plans, for the finale, get all the boys to work on Barbie at the end of the second couch.” Barb grabbed the blonde by the hair and looked at her intently. The blonde was now shaking her head and muffling.

“You can’t miss her, she’s almost as stunning as me,” Barb said jealously, “fuck her up real good. And remember, I want everything recorded. Get plenty of pictures too.”

That was how Barb stayed on top in the industry. She had enough blackmail material to control everyone. She especially had tons of pornographic material on other models. She could easily control a model’s career, but she didn’t have to. Barb had the most perfect body in the world. Long, smooth, well-toned legs ran up to worship a firm but round ass before tapering to a slender narrow waist that supported perfect 44DD breasts. Barb had fantastic features too. She had a naughty but innocent look. She could pout like an angel, or smile like a devil.

Barb went to her purse and took out her phone. She started taking photos using her camera phone; photos for her personal collection.

“Yes, the door will be unlocked when they arrive. A pleasure doing business with you again Madame.”

Barb continued taking photos.

“Smile for the birdie sweetie!” Barb offered sarcastically.

After she had gotten photos of them in every angle possible, Barb was dressed in a sexy backless red dress as she collected her belongings.

“Well, guess I better head back to my apartment to get some beauty sleep! It’s going to be a wild night for you girls. Let me help get the party started! ”

Barb walked around the couches again. All the women had returned to the peacock position. As she walked by each of them, she turned up the speed of their vibrators. The women moaned one-by-one as the vibrating pieces of plastics sped up. When she reached the blonde at the end, she pulled her up by her long hair to face her. She twisted and pulled her nipple with her free hand. Barb came close to the girl and whispered into her ear.

“Have fun sweetie. If the boys don’t knock you up, I’ll make you into a big star.” Barb said lovingly and reassuringly. Then she stuck her hot wet tongue into the excited teenager’s year.

Barb pulled out her gag and tongue kissed the teenager erotically. The teenager had no interest in women, but Barb was so skilled, her expert tongue forced an orgasm out of her vibrating pussy.

The teenager, now confused to as how another woman could make her orgasm, had her ball gag replaced by Barb. Her head was pushed down into the couch again. All the women could hear next was the clicking of high heels, followed by a door opening and closing. They knew that the next time the door opened, they were going to be mercilessly gang ‘raped’. The poor blonde was now convinced that she was a lesbian. But in a few hours, a mighty gang bang would prove her otherwise.

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“What a way to start the day.” Brenda grumbles.

The next morning in Ms Americana’s apartment. Brenda Wade is in her kitchen, a towel covering her wet hair. The sound of her doorbell chimes as she squeezes her nipples into two large milk bottles.

 “Sweet Liberty! This cannot continue! I am not a diary cow!”

But as the last squirt of milk empties from her teat, Brenda coos lightly.

“But I must say...this does feel good.”

The ‘ding dong’ of the doorbell is now replaced by a banging on the door. Brenda retrieves a white towel from a chair and wraps it around her voluptuous body.

“Hey I know you’re in there you big haired broad! Open up!” The man growls.

“Coming! Coming!” Brenda shouts as she runs for the door.

“As you can see Mr Kupztinski, I just got out of the shower. Perhaps you can harass me for the rent later...”

But before she can finish, the short, chubby, balding man storms in, with his pink bunny slippers.

“Can it toots!” He barks, cigar in his mouth.

Underneath his open yellow bathrobe, he’s dressed in a white singlet and boxer shorts. He goes to the kitchen and put his feet on the table.

“Mr Krupztinski, this is highly inappropriate. I told you that I am still waiting for my father’s inheritance. I will ensure that you are well compensated when...”

“So ya got money for milk, but not for rent?”

Brenda crosses her arms angrily. Her face turns red and as her rage simmers. Smoke nearly comes steaming out of her ears.

“What’s such a stacked broad like you need ta drink milk fors anyways?” He asks as he grabs one of the bottles and brings it to his lips.

“Wait! Mr Krupztinski, that’s my milk!” Brenda shouts out horrified.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Consider it collateral on the rent.”

“No! Please don’t drink it, it really is my milk!” Brenda pleas.

The landlord gets up, bottle in hand and starts walking to the door. He tosses a quarter on the table.

“Jesus, you broads are so territorial about everything. Here’s a quarter for your trouble toots.” He says as he leaves the apartment.

“Just remember, you’d better have the rent by the end of this week unless you want ta be sleeping with dem bums.” He chuckles.“Of course ar...we could discuss some other form of payment?”

“Good day Mr Kruptz!” Brenda shouts as she slams the door.

“Sweet Liberty I hate that man!” Brenda says to herself. “ The sweet nectar from my teats is not for the likes of that loser! Especially not for a quater!”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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