Ms. Americana vs. Team Knockout.

Brenda Wade was a tall brunette with an amazon’s body and a pair of breasts most women would die for. Working as a reporter for the Metro paper, she was always on top of any news story and criminal activity in the city. This was important so she could assume her alter ego of Ms. Americana and fight crime.

The police scanner went off describing a burglary at a warehouse. "Fifth one this week. This gang sure is busy." Brenda thought sneaking off and changing. She arrived at the warehouse in her Ms. Americana outfit just as the police arrived.

"Not much. Just two knocked out security guards all trust up in the back room." Lieutenant Derby said letting Ms. Americana walk around the warehouse.

"Damn! Its Ms. Americana!" cursed a hooded figure spying the sexy heroine’s long bare legs and star spangled bikini clad body from a roof top.

"Don’t worry," replied a hooded female cohort next to him, "Ms. Americana is going to be our special guest." They both chuckled and slipped away.

A few days later, Ms. Wade received a very odd phone call at her office. "This is Eddie, the shoe shiner. I think that mobs gonna hit the old warehouse on Oak and Peacock tonight." A wiry voice stammered.

"Well, I’ll just have to make sure Ms. Americana is there to greet them." Brenda said with a bubbly smile getting up and rushing into action. She was oblivious, however, to the real Eddie who was sitting in another office squealing about another case altogether.

The warehouse was dark with shafts of moonlight rendering the rows of crates with a dull bluish glow. Suddenly, Ms. Americana heard a dull thump. Before she could act, a small dart hit her perky, full ass cheek sending a ripple through it. She quickly yanked it out and felt a bit dizzy.

Then, her head exploded with dull pain as a rubber blackjack came down across the back of her neck sending her to her knees. She clutched her head and tried to shake off the dazing blow as a hand reached out of the darkness and fired a jet of thick gas in her face.

Ms. Americana reeled from the ether fumes and her head spun dropping her to all fours. She managed to get up on one knee when a white cotton pad soaked with chloroform clamped down over her nose and mouth. Ms. Americana struggled trying to throw off her attacker but she soon succumb and slipped unconscious.

Her eyes began to flutter and the heroine awoke to find her arms tied behind her back and her ankles tied together with stretchy wrap plastic. Her mouth was also gagged with a rag stuffed in her mouth and a handkerchief tied over it to keep it in place.

"Welcome Ms. Americana. So nice of you to wake." Said a female voice holding a hypogun, presumably the one that fired the dart into her ass. Ms. Americana looked up to see a woman and three men, all wearing black spandex outfits and masks circling their eyes.

"I’m Hypo. This is Blackjack, Chloro and Gas. We are Team Knockout and you’re our special guest." The woman said with a chuckle.

"Here’s the game. The crates are arranged in a maze. We have your power belt so you can’t cheat. Your bonds are easy enough to break given time. We’ll start a timer and, if you get out, you’re free to go." She explained.

"If, however, you’re caught by one of us, we get to.. ehem… have you." she added with an evil grin making Ms. Americana’s eyes burst in shock.

"Ready… set…. Go!" The four disappeared into the darkness and Ms. Americana went to work at her bindings. Minutes later she was free and working her way through the maze.

It wasn’t long before a short figure wearing a gas mask stepped out and blasted her in the face with a burst of thick fumes. Ms. Americana staggered back then collapsed unconscious. When she woke, Gas was on top of her fondling her breasts. She tried to force him off but her hands were bound again behind her back. He sucked her bare skin, then pulled her bikini top off and molested her huge breasts. With one stroke he then pulled her French cut bikini panties off. He unzipped his suit and began to mount her.

Several minutes went by and the other hiding team members were all getting horny from the sounds of Gas raping Ms. Americana. Gas arched back and exploded in climax. He planted a wet kiss on Ms. Americana’s gasping mouth then forced his sprayer into her face and shot her with a super dose of sleep gas. The heroine’s eyes fluttered and she fell back unconscious.

It didn’t take long for her super metabolism to fight off the gas and Ms. Americana was up once more. "He raped me! That slime! I’ve got to get out of here!" she thought staggering through the darkness. Suddenly, her head erupted in pain as Blackjack did his thing and blasted a rubber blackjack across her head. Ms. Americana fell to her knees. Another blow sent her to her elbows and a final blow sent her down for the count.

Blackjack pulled off her bra and panties and began to mount her. He entered her ass with his raging hard on while he penetrated her pussy with his blackjack. Even unconscious, Ms. Americana was helpless to resist the stimulation and her body exploded in climax. Blackjack creamed in her ass and left her on the cold stone floor groaning from dizziness.

Shaking her head she clutched a stack of crates and pulled on her bikini. She staggered on through the maze. FOOMP! Ms. Americana yelped as the dart hit her ass. This time she was not going to get taken. She lunged at the shadows to grab Hypo but found only the woman’s gun mounted on a stand set to auto fire. Suddenly a sharp pin prick shot through Ms. Americana’s other cheek. Hypo plunged a syringe deep into the heroine's ass as she clamped her hand over the heroine’s mouth. She injected the sleep drug and Ms. Americana grew dizzy, then collapsed.

Hypo was devastating. Not only did she dildo rape the shocked heroine, she also mounted the woman’s face and forced her to get Hypo off. A shot of sleep drug ended Ms. Americana’s misery for a few minutes.

Ms. Americana stood up and grabbed her head like she was just hit by an express train. "Got.. to.. get out. Can’t take this…" she stammered, Hypo’s juices all over her face and her pussy throbbing from the dildo plunging she just got.

The heroine traveled for a few more minutes until she could see the light of day coming from a small side door. "Yes! I can escape." She ran for the door but was caught by surprise from a hypo dart hitting her thigh making her sway.

Blackjack planted a hefty blow to her head knocking her forward into the arms of Chloro. Chloro clamped a chloroform soaked cotton pad over her mouth and Ms. Americana struggled violently to resist the fumes.

Gas walked up and sprayed a small dose of his special gas in the heroine’s face. The chloroform, gas and hypo dart did their job and Ms. Americana collapsed.

A few minutes later, Ms. Americana was restrained on a large crate spread eagle and the gang was taking her in every way imaginable forcing the heroine to climax uncontrollably. The heroine could barely be seen under the pile of naked villains, her body surging making the pile swell like a living mass.

After a half hour, the gang got dressed and loomed over the now devastated heroine. "Hpf! Not so tough after all eh Ameri-BITCH!" Hypo scoffed. Ms. Americana lay naked and spent, covered in sex juices and sweat and tied spread eagle to a crate. She looked up at Hypo with a dazed but still defiant look. "You… you’ll pay for…. This.." she stammered.

"I think its time to put Amer-tits down for good." Black Jack sneered wrapping his rubber blackjack in his hand. "Who’ll do the honors?"

"I will." Chloro said taking out a small smoky brown bottle and a thick, medical wad of cotton. "I know how you all get off on me doing my work."

He walked up and loomed over Ms. Americana’s face and began soaking the cotton pad. Ms. Americana started to panic when she saw him empty the whole bottle into the pad. She went into a tantrum as he slowly lowered the cotton to her face. Her gyrations were to no avail. The cotton covered her nose and mouth and she screamed and cooed in defiance.

"That’s it… breathe it in. Its five times the normal dosage. You’re going to sleep for good."

Ms. Americana’s body writhed like a snake in a futile attempt at getting free. Her body soon slowed. Her gyrations grew large and sloppy like a drunk trying to walk. Her eyes grew heavy and dull. She moaned and sighed, her eyes fighting a losing battle to stay open. Then, her eyes rolled up and closed. The heroine sank down and lay still.

Chloro grinned still keeping the pad in place. Ms. Americana’s breathing started to slow. Deep long breathes with longer and longer intervals in between. Chloro then took out some surgical wrap and wrapped it around her mouth, keeping the pad in place. All four watched as the heroine’s breathing grew slower and slower.

"She’s done for. Let’s get going before the police…" Hypo started to say.

Suddenly, the warehouse doors burst open from all sides and Lieutenant Derby with several police rushed in. Team Knockout was taken totally off guard. The police found it very easy to cuff and arrest them all.

Derby rushed over and removed the chloroform pad.

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"Thanks Ms. Americana. We couldn’t have caught them without your help." Derby said helping the naked, cum and juice soaked heroine sit up.

"Yes, I’m glad that homing device in my gauntlet glove worked. I go suspicious that the person on the phone wasn’t shoe shine Eddie. I’m glad you tracked me down. I thought I was a goner." She replied getting dressed.

"I bet you want to go home and take a nap eh?" Derby said with a laugh. Ms Americana rolled her eyes and flew off.