Ms. Americana and the Reporter

By romeoromeo

“Thank you for meeting me here, Ms. Americana. Like I told you on the phone, my name is John Smith, I work for CityNews.com, and I have an idea I’d like to run past you.”

“Just what is this idea, and why couldn’t you just explain it to me over the telephone?” Ms. Americana asked.

“Well, I thought it would be much easier if I could show you what I’m talking about.” replied Smith. “Now, are you strong enough to break out of handcuffs like these?”

“Let me see them…..hmmmm….sure, I could break out of these.” she answered.

“Great, great. You see my idea is something I believe would benefit both of us, as well as the public at large. I thought that if I broadcast on the internet a video clip of you being chained up and then breaking out of the cuffs, it would frighten a good percentage of the criminals in this city and drive crime down a fair amount. Both you and the public would benefit from that, and I would get the exclusive on the video. It seems like everyone wins. Unless you have some objection that I haven’t considered….” Smith explained.

“Hmm, it does sound like a win-win situation.” replied Ms. Americana. “But when and where were you thinking of doing this?”

“I have my equipment with me if you’re available right now. No one will disturb us here in this warehouse, it’s Friday evening and they’ve closed for the weekend. But if you’re not free now…” Smith said.

“No, no, I mean yes….now would be just fine. Where are we doing this?” asked the superheroine.

“Right here. I have an area all set up. The camera is right here on this tripod so we get a good shot of the action.” Smith pointed out. “So if you’ll allow me, please put your wrists in the cuffs so I can lock you in and we’ll get started.”

Ms. Americana put her wrists in the cuffs, behind her back, and Smith locked them in. “Are we ready yet?” she asked.

“No. Here, let me have your ankle. We want this to be really spectacular, right?” he asked. He locked each ankle into a leather cuff at each end of a short bar. Then he bent down and pushed a release button in the center of the bar and pushed Ms. Americana’s ankles apart, making the bar into a spreader bar. “A little wider please. There. Now you are starting to look helpless.”

“Is that it? Are we ready to go?” she asked.

“Let me see. Bend forward a bit, no a little more, that’s it.” he said. Then she felt him pulling at her handcuffs, so she asked: “What’s going on back there?”

“I want to make this stunt really amazing, so I’m hitching the handcuffs to this winch cable hanging from the ceiling. You are still confident you can break out of the cuffs, aren’t you?” he asked.

A little flustered at having her abilities questioned, she answered: “Of course I can still break the cuffs.”

“Good, good. Let me just take up the slack.” he said as he pushed a button on the winch controls. Suddenly Ms. Americana realized that her arms were stretched up toward the ceiling, making her to bend forward even more, forcing her head down and her butt higher.

“This is starting to get a little uncomfortable. Are we going to start recording soon?” she asked.

“Yes, yes, ooops…” she heard as she felt him fall against her. “Sorry about that, I am clumsy at times. I do have one more question though. Is this just decoration, or does it affect your powers?”

When Ms. Americana snapped her head around she saw Smith was holding her power belt in his hand. Without thinking she exclaimed: “My power belt! Give it back!”

“I see. So it is important. You won’t be able to break out of those cuffs without it, will you?” Smith replied. “I guess we’ll have to put on some other kind of show for our internet audience.” The superheroine struggled helplessly against the cuffs as Smith removed her top.

“Stop! Stop that! You can’t do this!” she cried out as he started roughly squeezing her huge tits. “Please!”

“What would you do to get your precious belt back? Would you suck my dick?” Smith asked, laughing aloud.

“How dare you!! What kind of girl do you think I am? Oww! Stop that!” she yelled as he started pinching and twisting her nipples.

“It was only a suggestion. I thought you might be willing to compensate me for not removing your mask.” he answered.

“My mask! You can’t! Please! I’ll do anything!!” she cried.

“Well then, open wide. And do a good job. You are quite helpless. Resistance is futile.” he said as he unzipped and stuck his big hard-on in her mouth. He grabbed her long black hair in both hands and started thrusting hard, poking her in the throat on each stroke.

Ms. Americana was furious. But with cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and having lost her power belt, she was helpless to resist. She was also scared to death that he might unmask her on camera. So even though his deep thrusts were making it hard for her to breathe, she used her lips and tongue as best she could to move things along as quickly as possible. Finally he came, and then pulled out after he finished spurting down her throat. He walked around to her left and started squeezing her big tits again. “These are amazing!” he said. “No milk though. I guess you need to be impregnated first.”

“You bastard!!!” she yelled. He reached behind her and tore off her panties. “That’s a very bad word. Only naughty girls talk like that. I guess you need a spanking.” He folded up her panties, stuffed them in her mouth, and tied her bikini top around her head to complete the gag.

He grabbed a hold of a big breast with one hand, and started spanking her ass with the other. She twisted and wriggled trying to dodge the increasingly hard swats, but with her legs tied apart and her arms pulled up toward the ceiling she couldn’t avoid the painful spanking. He then stuck a finger in her pussy. “Hmm, you’re wet already. I guess you like sucking dicks. Or is it the spanking that turned you on?”

“Mmmmmmph!!!” was all he could hear through her gag.

He removed his finger, grasped her by the hips, and thrust his hard-on deep inside her. “Nnnnnnuuuuuh!!!!” she groaned as he starting humping, slow at first but then faster and harder. “Nuh… nuh… nuh… nuh!!!” she screamed into the panties gagging her, in unison with the motion he was creating.

“Nuh…nuh…nuh…nuh…nuh…nuh…nuh!” she futilely protested, as he continued pounding her pussy from behind. He took a good long time to come, having just had a blow job from the helpless heroine. As she felt him erupt deep inside her, she couldn’t help feeling stupid for letting this scam artist get her into this defenseless position.

He pulled out and moved back in front of her. “Mmmmmmph” she yelled into the gag. “What was that you tried to say? You want to clean off my prick?” he asked as he pulled the gag aside.

The superheroine exclaimed: “How dare you, you son of a bitch?!?! You raped me and now you expect….”

He grabbed her by her long black hair, yanked hard, and growled: “You’ll clean my dick, nicely and sweetly, or your mask comes off right now in front the webcam for all to see!” Knowing she had no choice, she used her mouth to clean his member as best she could. When he was satisfied, he zipped up, and then stuffed the gag back in her mouth.

“I’ve got to run, you see, I have to meet Flag Girl in an abandoned warehouse. I need to ask her if she thinks that a video of her breaking out of handcuffs on camera would be a win-win for both of us.”

“Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!!!!!!!! Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ms. Americana screamed into her gag.

“Oh, you want me to untie you, don’t you? Well, you don’t have to worry. You see, besides all the people watching our fun on the internet, we’ve had a live audience for a while now. I’m sure these guys will consider releasing you when they are done with you. Step forward, gentlemen.”

The superheroine craned her head around, and saw several homeless men cautiously stepping out of the shadows into view. “Oh my God!!” she thought.

“Gentlemen, this young lady told me earlier that her fantasy is to be gangbanged. And don’t be too gentle. She likes it rough.” Mr. Smith continued, as he twisted one of her nipples and gave her a couple of good hard swats on the ass. “Now guys, remember, don’t stop no matter how much she struggles or protests. That stuff is just part of her fantasy. Oh, and if you know anyone else that might like to join in, feel free to invite them. She wants to go all night. Isn’t that right princess?”

“Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!!!!!!!! Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Well, I’ve got to run or I’ll be late meeting your friend. Have fun!!” he finished, slapping her ass again as he left. The superheroine could see the anticipation in the faces of the homeless men as they moved toward her, their dirty hands reaching for her naked body as she futilely struggled against her bonds.

A few minutes later, a couple of blocks away in an abandoned factory building….

“Thank you for meeting me here, Flag Girl. Like I told you on the phone, my name is John Smith, I work for CityNews.com, and I have an idea I’d like to run past you.”