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

To the Rescue!

By MegaBrawn

                A rundown apartment late at night. The television flickers in the darkness as the news comes on. Across the room, a young Brenda Wade sits, front to back, in an office chair reading “Celibacy for Dummies: Finding the Wholesome New You”.

                “The authorities are still baffled by reports of a female vigilante that has been stopping crime over the last 3 weeks. Delta City News spoke to some eye witnesses.”

Man in suit, “Yes I was being robbed when she suddenly appeared. She took out the two thugs quickly! She sure is swell! And she’s got really great set of ...”

Drunken Bum, “...so she ran into the burning building and came out with the entire family and the two kittens!”

Black Prostitute, “I think she’s just a ho! Dressed in those red boots with dem nipples poking through the flag. Man, I’ve seen hookers with more class than that! And should you be wearing the flag like that?”

“Meanwhile, police are still investigating similar reports of a naked female vigilante. It is unknown at this time if both vigilantes are linked.”

“When asked to comment, the Commissioner Borden had this to say...”

“Vigilantism is strictly illegal. Despite the reported dropped in crime, two wrongs don’t make a right. When we apprehend this woman, she shall be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.”

Brenda frowned as she heard the news report. She had begun her crime fighting career 3 weeks ago with mixed results. She had stopped a handful of petty crimes. She busted a few robbers, thieves and drug pushers, while saving people from burning buildings and cats stuck in trees.

All this while, her costume simply consisted of her red boots and gloves, her blue mask, her gold power belt and the American flag, worn like a mini dress. Brenda was proud of her young nubile body as she was of her country and she was not ashamed of showing it, even if her tasty milk straws poked out obscenely from the thin material of the flag.

Unfortunately, choosing to simply wear a flag, with no underwear, resulted in some embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions. In fact, all of her adventures had left her in some form of undress, thus she was unable to claim any credit. Some of her adventures left her completely naked.

Her last mission saw her running away from the crime scene completely bare breasted. Her jiggling form giving many school boys wet dreams as she leaped from building to building in hasty retreat. Despite her humiliating wardrobe malfunctions, Brenda was determined to make an impact soon and unveil Ms Americana in all her wholesome glory.

“This just in, after a long chase by the police, the criminals who kidnapped the Mayor have finally been tracked to an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Police negotiators are currently trying to defuse the tense situation.”

“This is it! Time to make my big debut.”

And with that thought, Brenda ran into her bedroom and put on her costume. She quickly exited from the skylight in her bath room and ran quickly as she leaped from rooftop to rooftop. Running in 6 inch heels while trying to keep the flag from flying of her bountiful body was difficult, but her golden belt gave her super powers; powers that would soon make her famous.

With her enhanced speed, Ms Americana was soon across the street from warehouse, with her hands on her hips, looking at the situation. Police choppers were in the air, the warehouse was surrounded and patrol boats were waiting in the water. Behind the police line was the press, and they had arrived en masse. Delta City News was there along with Reuters, CNN and every major news organisation. What happened next was going to be known throughout the world.

Ms Americana took a deep breath as she felt her nerves getting the best of her.

“Calm down Brenda. Here’s your moment to shine.”

And with that thought, she leaped off the building and flew through the air as the police spotlights traced the air, trying to lock onto her graceful form.

Commissioner Bordan looked up, loudhailer in hand, as Ms Americana’s Olympic form flew through the air.

Sergeant McGreary “ Look, up in the air, it’s a bird! It’s a plane!”

Commissioner Bordan, sarcastically, “No, it’s 2 gallons of flying milk.”

Ms Americana came crushing through the glass skylight of the warehouse before landing gracefully on her feet in the centre of the dark warehouse. A lone spotlight shone on her as four men in black ski-masks and attire surrounded her with MP5s.

“It’s the cops! The Cops!”

“Quick, get ready to take em out!”

One of the terrorists held the bound and gagged Mayor hostage as all five men stood there stunned.

“Halt vile miscreants! For now you face Ms Americana!”

And with that Ms Americana struck a mighty pose hands on her hips and 44 DDS proudly sticking out. The men stared to fire at the buxom heroine, but their bullets had no effect. All they did was rip into Ms Americana’s makeshift dress, thus revealing even more of her splendid body.

Ms Americana leaped into action; she quickly and decisively took two of the men down. The last two men emptied their sub machine guns. The ring leader, grabbed the Mayor and ran as he ditched the empty weapon.

Ms Americana dispatched the third man quickly and as she spotted the ring leader leaving with his hostage, the mighty superheroine leaped from her position. With a mighty bound, she leapt forward 20 feet, her naked buttocks facing the two men. But as she landed, the unthinkable happened; she slipped on a puddle of salt water and went sliding into a tower of crates.

The wooden crates were labelled: “ Ma Mmilk: Veterinary Grade Hormone Inducers.” The stack of crates came crashing down on her, burying the superheroine in a wooden avalanche. The kidnapper gingerly inched towards the wreckage, safely hidden behind his human hostage. The two men stood there silently for a moment, surveying the wooden wreckage.

“Is she dead?” asked the criminal.

Suddenly, debris flew through the air as Ms Americana exploded from the wreckage and threw a piece of debris toward the kidnapper, knocking him off his feet.  She struck her classic pose, now naked except for her boots, gloves , mask and power belt.

“Once again, Ms Americana saves the day! Are you ok Mr Mayor?”

The Mayor was slumped on his knees, looking up at the stacked superheroine. Ms Americana smiled proudly for a moment before looking down and realising her nakedness. But as her eyes met her titanic tits, she realised that each breast had an empty needle stuck in it. She pulled them out with a ‘pop’ and a slight yelp and she tried to cover her nipples her one hand, and her womanhood with the other. She walked towards the Mayor and bent down to free him from his bonds.

“Guess I won’t be facing taking the credit for this huh?” She said as she looked him in his tearful eyes. Ms Americana could hear banging coming from the front and back of the warehouse. Outside the police were trying to breach the building.

Commissioner Borden “Get the in there NOW!” he yelled.

SWAT teams were trying to break down the reinforced doors with a breacher. The media stood close by, waiting to rush the crime scene with the police. It wasn’t safe but that was the way things worked in Delta City.

“Hurry up! We have no idea what’s happening to the Mayor damn it!”

Meanwhile inside the warehouse, Ms Americana finally freed the Mayor. He shocked her by burying his head in her bosom and giving her a mighty squeeze.

“Oh Ms Americana! Thank you so much! You have no idea how grateful I am! I’ll make sure everyone knows of your good deeds!”

The mighty superheroine was flattered, but she had to leave. She could not afford to be caught by the world’s press, naked. She patted the Mayor’s head, which was now rubbing from side to side in her massive bosom.

“Thank you Mayor, but I really must leave.”

She struggled to gently peel the enamoured man from her body before standing before him in classic pose once again.

“Remember! When evil strikes, you can always rely upon Ms Ameri...”

She stopped and grimaced slightly as she folded her arms under her now throbbing breasts. Something was wrong. It was obvious from the pained look on her face.

“Ms Americana, what’s wron...”

But before the Mayor could finish, Ms Americana arched back and two streams of warm sweet milk shot out from her breasts, one stream squarely landing in the Mayor’s mouth, giving him a taste of her liquid sugar.

The accidental injection she received earlier had been absorbed by her super metabolism. The hormone was originally intended for dairy cows. But her unique body had managed to super synthesize it, make her breasts full with milky goodness. Unfortunately, Brenda secretly had very sensitive nipples; a sensitivity that was now enhanced by the hormone. Ms Americana cupped her breasts, with milk spilling out around her hands now.

“Geez what else could go wrong?” Ms Americana wondered as she continued to arch backwards, milk shooting into her hands from her impressive DDs. Then suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.

“Say goodbye Ms Americana!” and with that exclamation, the ring leader threw a grenade at her, while he lay on the floor.

With no time to waste, Ms Americana grabbed the Mayor, and held him close. Being taller than the Mayor, she had unintentionally brought his mouth to her lactating teat, which he hungrily began to lick despite the oncoming danger. Erotic waves of pleasure rippled through her breast for two seconds before it was interrupted from the exploding grenade.

When the smoke settles, the battering ram of the SWAT teams intensifies. The pounding gets louder, with the law enforcement and media anxious to enter after hearing the explosion.  Ms Americana looks down as the smoke settles. Though she has successfully shielded him, the Mayor is unconscious from the blast, her milk dribbling from his chin. She gently lays his head on the floor as she prepares to make a stealthy exit.

But as she stands to leave, an ominous creaking is heard.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana exclaims as she rushes to support a beam that looks to crush the Mayor.

She supports the heavy beam, both hands in holding it up with her legs firm like tree trunks.

“Goddess! It’s so heavy! Not sure...if I can...support it....”

As Ms Americana laments the terrible strain the load has on her body, her breasts suddenly churn to life and milk sprays out fantastically. She hears the thumping noise behind her as she starts to panic.

SWAT officer “Hurry boys! We’re nearly through!”

“I can’t let them find me like this!” The flustered heroine exclaims. There she stood, in all her nude glory, milk shooting forth from her teats like a geyser.

“Urgh!” She cried as more of the white substance shot out from her milk banks.

“Those injections are playing havoc with my body!” She cried as she felt her naked pussy getting moist. Her excessive milking had begun stimulating her ultra sensitive body to the point of orgasm. She cooed softly as the cool wind brushed her leaking teats, sending further waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Then, she felt it. Warm liquid honey was being gathered in her nether regions, about to explode from her love canal like an oil well.

“Oh Goddess no!” Americana cried out in desperation.

She couldn’t afford for the media to capture her current predicament. It would be humiliating if the world saw Ms Americana naked, milk flowing from her breasts, squirting in wanton glory. She would be a laughing stock.

Worse still, should she orgasm, she would lose her power, and the beam will come crashing down, leading to her demise as well as that of the Mayor.

“Goddess! Goddess! So close!” Her forehead was now peppered with sweat. Her legs were trembling, but not from the strain of beam, but from her aching libido, about to go off like a rocket.

Then, she felt it. The orgasm she denied herself was coming, all due to the fault of her sensitive breasts. She could no longer contain the pressure building in her pussy. And as it was about to hit her, she summoned all her strength and threw the beam safely behind her. The earth shook as she dropped it and a thunderous echoing rang through the warehouse.

She grabbed her tits and arched back as it happened.

“Traitorous body! Damn you! I’M CUMMING!”

Now, a third stream started to emerge from her body, this time from her pussy. She squirted herself into submission as she felt the strength leave her body. She collapsed to her knees as the final few squirts sprayed out onto the warehouse floor.

“Ugh....what a way to get off...”the exhausted heroine cooed.

Her breasts had finally stopped expulsing milk. Ms Americana kneed there and panted as she tried to regain her strength.

“I have got to get out of here now!” She said as she willed herself to her feet.

She had depowered herself and was in no condition to leap mighty bounds. She looked around, desperate for a means of escape. She kept turning around, glancing quickly for an escape path.

 “Okay! We’re through! We’re through!” the SWAT team commander shouted as he began to run in with his team and the media.

In a state of panic Ms Americana started spinning around faster and faster, still searching for an escape.

“What the...?!”

And then there was a flashing light. When everyone’s vision had returned to them, they all looked in awe at the statuesque woman before them. She was clad in a red white and blue bikini with matching thong and mask, red boots and gloves, a chocker, and a golden belt hanging on her slender waste.

A groggy Mayor stood next to her, holding his head with his hand. Then she spoke as the lights of the camera shone upon her.

“Hello boy, my name is Ms Americana.”