Injustice: Rise of Empress Americana
By RedHood316 (opinions can be sent to redhood316@gmail.com)

Writer's note: The following story refers to events that have taken place in both Free and Premium Superheroine Central comics. Integral to the plot of this will be the plots of The Hunt is On Part 1 and Pets of The Panthris. Passing mentions are made to other comics such as Solar Woman: Dusk to Dawn for visuals. If you have not read any of the above books, please turn back now. Also, I own none of these characters. The Injustice Storyline, concept and characters are all owned by DC, and this is a parody work and I own nothing in this book. Please support the creators for their hard work. Thanks!

She jumped across the rooftops. She leapt after her with the grace of a cat. The hunt was on. It was bloodthirsty, savage and most of all a near rampage. Behind them was a whirlwind of wreckage as the leader sprinted, her eyes with a look of terror, and the latter with a sort of enraged, demented smile.

“Come back you big-titted whore! I'll finish you off and teach this city a lesson about what happens when it fucks with ME” said the pursuer, slowly but surely gaining ground on the hunted. Fear and adrenaline coursed as commonly as the blood of the scantily clad, busty woman, her lower costume torn off with savage force. She looked back with a look of terror in her eyes at the worst nightmare the city had ever seen. And because of that, her neck froze to that position at the wrong moment, and suddenly Panthris falling 11 stories towards the street below.

Or she would have, if at the last second, her hand hadn't been caught by the familiar hand of pursuer. As she looked into the eyes of this enemy she squirmed, as suddenly falling seemed preferable. That's when an All-American Red, White and Blue Louisville Slugger came straight against her skull from the other hand of Ms. Americana.

Panthris was abruptly woken up by her face getting spit on. Her first instinct, to wipe it off, was immediately interrupted by the fact that she was handcuffed, arms behind her back. Not only was she handcuffed, but her legs were cuffed too, and behind her, she felt a chain that led to another set of cuffs that led to a pair of cuffs that went to a thin ring collar that forced her neck straight, lest it choke her more because of how tight it was. All of this proved to be the least of her worries however, as she began to return to the sinking feeling in her gut; and it was all caused by a red glove with a star shimmering with the light of the setting sun, cupping and fondling both her nipples erect.

Panthris opened her mouth scream, only to have the bottom of a cum soaked costume shoved into her mouth. She immediately recognized the taste, for when her curiosity had gotten the better of her only once, she found herself tasting the juices from her own hermaphrodite muscle. Louder still than if the costume wasn't in her mouth, Panthris screamed and was sure it must have echoed around the blocks.

Brenda Wade smiled and finally put her face into the face of Panthris as she screamed. “Call it poetic justice, but that costume in your mouth is the same costume I was wearing the first chase we had, Kitten” she said, teasing with a nostalgic tone. As she continued to scream, Brenda Wade slapped her, screaming “SHUT. UP. You are a vile, horrid slaving miscreant. You don't get mercy anymore.” And with that, Brenda Wade sat right on the bosom of Panthris, the weight of both women being applied to the handcuffs that were under her and her wrists, notably. Brenda grabbed the picture frames to the side.

Staring Panthris in the face were the alter-egos of Shield and Amazing Babe in perfect profile shots. Instantly it connected, and Panthris began started making muffled sounds, begging to cut a deal if she could get the words out. Ms. Americana smiled and removed her hood, though she confidently already knew the alter-ego of Panthris, Madam Minx.

Brenda licked up the face of Panthris, and kissed her neck, breathing hot. “I'm going to fuck you.” she said whispering into her ear. “I'm going to fuck everything you love. I'm going to fuck your safety into the ground so you're defenseless.” She said in a seductive way that made Panthris shudder with pleasure as she felt her pussy start to overflow despite her attempts to fight it. Brenda Wade was now laying on top of her, her own wet pussy right above her growing erection. “I'm going to fuck your spirit until your COCK” she said as she grabbed it with her glove, as it instantly hardened all the way, fully erect. “...doesn't get like this until I command it to.”

Brenda then took the costume from Panthris's mouth, and loosened the collar to give her room to move her neck, which she achieved by forcibly moving her head to test it. Before Panthris could raise a word in protest, Brenda then placed a Wade Industries tablet screen next to her. On it, were Panthris's two lesbian henchmen, being cornered and bound by robots with screens for faces. On the screens were the face of Ms. Americana.

“I call them 'The Mischief Bots.'” Brenda said, as she dug through a bag just behind the tablet. She began to turn up the volume before continuing. “I just have to find something in my bag before I finish. I'll give you a moment or two to enjoy the show” she said as she returned to her search.

On the screen, the girls were pressed against the wall, screaming violently as an egg massager was pressed to their clits and a large dildo shaped like Panthris's cock was pressed against their naked, wet holes. They began to beg, meow, plead, but to no avail. Instead, the face of Ms. Americana on the screens began to talk to them “Be my special girl. You could, you know. Then I could protect you, little kitty.” The dildo was plunged into the twins simultaneously and they screamed in pleasure as the machines pressed deeper and deeper with a mechanical coldness.

As they reached the end of the shaft, the machines pulled out, and Ms. Americana's face began to talk to the girls again, this time with the egg massager buzzing louder to reinforce the pleasure of the message. “You could lick from the lap of luxury. No more worries about who will come in. I am already more powerful than you or Madam Minx. I already love you more.” said the voice as the robots led the girls to the center of the room.

There, bondage hoods were administrated to the heads of the twins. They followed obediently, and a helmet was fastened to their heads. Thoughts began to flood their minds. Thoughts of how much simpler and easier life would be obeying Brenda Wade. Thoughts of how wonderful it would be to sit naked and horny, dripping wet and licking each other to keep the carpet clean in Ms. Wade's office.

As their last instincts of survival began to kick in, the massagers were turned back on, the dildos were pressed into their pussies, and this time a maximum amount of speed and force was applied as the girls were raped and lost their minds to the cold, mechanical precision of the Mischief Bots and Ms. Americana's voice. As they came, they screamed out Panthris's name for the last time.

Panthris seethed with rage. “HOW DARE YOU!” she screamed and struggled like a mother, despite her cock staying erect throughout the display and her pussy now even more wet. Brenda Wade responded by laughing. She was coating a dildo with a lubricant oil that had a thin hose attached. Brenda Wade looked at her. “This is a Rape-O-Matic 2005 Self-Drilling Dildo, Wade Industries Special Edition. They didn't even make these anymore after 2005, and I personally paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to get one specially made to fuck you like no one else can” Brenda said as she pulled it out fully.

Attached to the sleeve of this monstrosity, which was inches longer than the standard edition, was a hose that led to a fleshlight vagina. Panthris's eyes widened even more, and Brenda Wade laughed harder.

Stuttering in desperation, looking for the upper hand, Panthris screamed out the last thought in her head. “How will that even make me cum?!? I've been fucking you goody two-shoes who have tighter pussies than that thing!” Brenda smiled and gave Panthris's a small thought, before playing with her breasts and licking her neck again. “That would be SUCH a worry, Panthris” she said before she, on all fours, turned around and left her wet, dripping cunt, pink and ready for Panthris's tongue above her lips and continuing, “...if I didn't put an aphrodesiac on my gloves and the entire toy. Oh, and the robots who just fucked your little girls with the shape of YOUR COCK!”

With that, Brenda Wade leaned back and flicked Panthris's erect nipple. Sensations flooded her brain and with that she reached a state that had her more aroused and pushed her mind so close to the brink that she did all she could to fight it and she could already feel precum dripping down her thick, hermaphrodite cock. Brenda Wade licked it up lightly to keep her from cumming, but with the most seductive look in her eye.

“Y-you'll never break me! You're too nice! I'm too good for you Super-Bimbos! I'll be the one fucking you and when I do the hunt will be...” Panthris cried out with all the confidence she had left with a growl to reinforce her words. Brenda looked at her, insulted like the powerful business woman that controlled the situation at every turn. Panthris regretted every single one of those words in that moment.

Wasting no time after hearing Panthris's mouth, she immediately stuck both the self drilling dildo into her cunt and the fleshlight onto her cock, and turned their vibrate functions on. Instantly, the pleasure was too much and she writhed with a scream and came like no one in the entire city could. Brenda smiled and went back to her neck, licking it and whispering into her ear, “And we're not even at the fun part yet...” she said.

Brenda straddled Panthris's face with her pussy, leaving it over her lips. Every little moan from her lips sent her mouth brushing against the lips of her pussy, and now she could already feel her pussy quivering and dripping over Panthris's mouth. “You are going to lick me, or suffer a worse fate. You are going to submit to me like a good little kitty or I'm going to do even worse things to you” she said as she pointed down to her erect clit, already poking from the hood of her vagina.

But Panthris was confident now. She had cum once, she could survive another orgasm with her will intact. “FUCK YOU BITCH!” she screamed defiantly, “I WON'T BE CUMMING FOR YOU AGAIN YOU FUCKING AMERI-COW!”

Brenda smiled and flicked a switch on the fleshlight. It was now sucking. It was sucking just like Ms. Americana did, the best blow-job Panthris had ever had. In her mind, it was incredibly hard to resist blowing a load so large that it would flood the fleshlight and drip into her own pussy.

“You feel that sucking, Panthris? When you cum next time in both holes, it will shoot the cum inside the flesh light into your own pussy.” She looked into Panthris's eyes with a smile as Panthris took in the realization. “...Rawr. I don't shoot blanks” she said taunting Panthris further. She pressed her pussy to Panthris's lips now. “Now be a good little kitty and lick up the mess you've cause. If you do, Mommy Brenda will take the devices out before they shoot.”

Panthris's froze in shock of her pedicament, but Brenda gave her no time to process. She grabbed her by the hair, and shoved her lips right onto her clitoris. “LICK. NOW YOU STUPID SLUT.” Panthris licked away, crying and trying to hold back the orgasm as she licked more and more forcefully.

Fortunately for Panthris, there Brenda hasn't yet cum yet, and came rather quickly. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS KITTY!” she screamed as she came for the first time in a month. So much teasing while planning this revenge. She had masturbated so many times dreaming of this revenge, and yet it couldn't match up to the satisfaction of the moment.

With that, Brenda Wade turned so that she was on all fours, her pussy hanging over Panthris's mouth still, and flicked a switch switch on the toy. “Nail her ass mode” Brenda said as the dildo rammed even deeper, the fleshlight sucked harder, the bibrations grew stronger, and Panthris felt her cum shoot hard from her own cock into her own vagina in horror. Worst of all, she loved ever sensation. She began to smile.

Brenda slapped her again, and lowered her pussy down to her face. “Lick.” she demanded. Panthris eagerly did and came 3 more times from the toy before Brenda did again from her tongue. The last free thought Panthris had in her head was how she should have tried licking Ms. Americana after fucking her that one time, because it made her feel much better than...what did she do before?

24 HOURS LATER...

Brenda smiled and signed the papers across the table from Madam Minx, finalizing the sales and client list of her modeling agency. As the lawyer left her new office, she then proceeded to turn off all the cameras and Panthris stripped down instinctively. From there Brenda sat on Panthris and began to type at her new computer.

She pulled up the client list and sent them all a cease and desist order to their public emails where the media would see them, with the consequence if they didn't stop slaving that she would be pulling Wade Industries from their countries, sending their economies into a fine spiral. Privately she sent them an email to their personal accounts expecting their dicks chopped off and sent to her, and proof that their organizations had disbanded or else she would send privatized nuclear weapons to murder their entire country.

Her business done, she sat down as the real Brenda Wade and began to finger herself as she watched her kittens play. What she had done for the city now was more than a “Queen” of justice could do. No, what she had done was something someone just beneath the Great Goddess of Liberty herself would command. That would make her the Pope of liberty...no, that would make her the Empress. Empress Americana, she liked that. She began to finger herself, ignoring the kittens as she rubbed her clit at how wonderful she was, how powerful she was that she could control evil. It made her feel so liberated, so horny, she needed more. She wanted more, to fuck and tame evil. She looked at the wall at pictures of Thorny Rose and Esha. The thought of dominating one of them with her pleasure, and the justice she served could liberate them from evil to a path where they could obey the law. Obey the law and tend to her every whim, like her dripping, aching cunt ready to cum from how furiously she rubbed her clit.

As she came she threw a dart at a desk at the two pictures to decide her next target. It landed on...