The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. Ms. Americana is a copyrighted character of Mr. X and is used in kind permission in keeping with his set criteria as can be seen on his website. Any other element(s) which can be considered as of original creation are declared works of public domain by the author. Rook.
MS. AMERICANA in THE RAJA’S TIGER HUNT
Through the leafy canopy the unseen sun beat mercilessly down in a torrent of rippling swelter that buckled the sea of leaves and wimpled the leaden winds. A lone figure hobbled up to a nest of twining roots amidst the wall of thick verdant growth chocking the slumbering giants of towering trees cathedraling the molted expanse above. Sweat trickled down his bronzed naked back, that was stooped by hard labor and his short wirily arms and bowled small legs shuffled his small form to the clearings edge. He wore a filthy bandana on his rugged stubble head, and frayed tattered shorts on his slim bent loins, and nothing else. At the edge of the great forest he shuffled to a pause and his calloused cracked hands fished into his shorts to remove his member, he made a low syllable grunt as he began to urinate into the heavy bush.
Suddenly the bank of foliage immediately above him parted and he stumbled back in shock, tripping on the thick carpet of decaying vegetation of the forest floor and sprawling upon his lank backside as his still sputtering stream of urine followed him and from his lap the fountain continued for a short time spraying upon his brown belly and tawny chest, unnoticed as he stared in rapt attention at the shadowy figure who paused before stepping out of the jungle twilight and into the relative light of the clearing.
Even in silhouette the startled man could tell it was a woman, a giant of a woman, well over the height of his five foot four frame. She must have been six foot at least! With broad shoulders, an hour glass shaped frame, small waist, wide full hips, and with long, long legs it stepped out into a wide stance towering over him. Thus revealed in the shaking canopy light rimming the clearing, the man found himself even more shocked by the sight of her than the initial surprise of her appearance masked in shadow hand been.
She was a white woman, her skin glowing in an almost unearthly pallor under the beating rays filtered through the dancing leaves sixty feet above. She had a great flowing mane of thick radiant black hair, that shone with blue highlights and glistened like the foam crested ocean night its self. Her eyes were wide and large and blue and gray and flashing like the angry gods of the season of storms. Her lips were full and painted a glistening red like the shade of the deadly reef snakes. Her arms, legs were long, her shoulders wide tapering to her small waist, and though slim in appearance seemed to radiate an immense strength. But it was the alien garish garments that this forest giantess wore that kept the mans senses bedazzled and him thus caught helpless in a timeless eddy of shock prone upon his back.
For she wore upon her forehead a great glimmering triple crescent crown of beaten gold, upon the center of which was cut a large capital ‘A’, indented and layered with virulent red enamel. This large red ‘A’ which housed under the largest point of the trident tiara, was bookend by two raised embossed blue five pointed stars which sat under each sister swooping point which swelled up to the central theme of the mighty central crescent.
Upon her square jaw high cheek bone beautiful youthful face was an eye mask of deep blue. The mask was cut wide at the eyes to show her dazzling deep cobalt eyes and heavy long lashes and high arched thin eye brows. The blue mask was shinny like liquid latex and raised curved down in two points, one over each peach round cheek bone, upon the mask were three white five pointed stars, the largest centered on her brow directly under the red ‘A’ of her golden crown, the other two off the corner of each clinquant eye whose deep mysterious blue the mask could not compete, crowing each cheek of the masks glimmering surface.
Through the tangles of her great lions mane of raven black hair, a large gold five pointed star glimmered, dangling from each of her perfect small ear lobes, two comets flashing amongst the tease and tossing midnight sky of her tresses.
Underneath her full glossy red lips, under her small proud square chin, her graceful neck bore a thin choker collar of satin blue. In turn this shimmering band bore at the center of her neck, a small enameled badge of a round red medal rimmed in gold, upon which a large gold five pointed star sat reaching our and over lapping the gold rim of the emblem. It glimmered there at her throat making a diamond of cutting interlacing rays between crown-ear rings-choker.
Upon each long strong arm she wore a red gauntlet glove of bright red. Each skin tight glove in turn bore a gold five pointed star just where the glove began its flaring into its receiving bell mouth opening. And above each of these twin stars was a raised gold ‘A’ that caught the marbled light shaking all about and made it liquefy into a depth of shimmers as dose a deep pool in a fast running brook, all splashes and splays made wanton with long cooling dalliance.
Upon her long well turned legs she wore a pair of bright crimson boots matching the material of her gloves. These boots rose in skin tight coils of limpid wimples of flat glossy highlights to just beneath her smooth knees. Each boot was trimmed in a wide band of white at its cuff and a single thin white stripe of white bleed down in a trace of her shin over the arch of her small foot and ended only over her toes slipping into the brief fold of boot to sole. A large gold five pointed star adorned each outside calf and firm stiletto burgundy heels pined the earth in place beneath her.
Her waist was narrow, but her hips were wide and flaring, her strong thighs full and muscular. Upon her slim waist she wore a belt of liquid gold. It seemed to have no clasp to hold it and it rode upon the full plateau of her upper hips like a girdle of old. Its shimmering seamless band bore an identical design to her tiara, A large red ‘A’ winged by two five pointed blue stars, save that the stars this time were cut into the smooth metal as well as the large red ‘A’, above which her muscular abs indented belly button winked in the fleshy folds that seal skinned her muscular ripe frame.
Beneath this gold belt, who seemed to possess a faint odd glow of light emulating not entirely of barrowed refraction of the solar slanting rays pooling the glades rim, this tall powerful goddess wore a high cut bikini bottom made of soft satin. Its top lip was trimmed in wide gold band with a large gold foil five pointed star at its center, creating a celestial conjunction of the belly button-gold belt red ‘A’-and the panties gold foil star. Beneath the gold foil star a small ‘v’ of the panties gold trimmed top lip pointed down briefly, only to be replaced by the divisionary split of the continued design of a blue back ground on the left side of the bottoms front and an alternating white and red horizontal stripe pattern on the bottoms right side of the garment. Upon the blue half of the satin bikini bottoms two white five pointed stars danced down the narrow cleft of fabric, the larger above, the smaller below. The mirrored right side was composed of four equal width bands of alternating red and white, starting with white nearest the top upper lip of banding gold. As this wonder of nature widened her stance to straddle over him, the awed man could see that the front of the bottoms continued their alternating red and white stripes along side the split field of solid neighboring blue, until it vanished into the taught folds of the young goddess full spherical butt cheeks. He could also see as she leaned her weight to one side and her hip thrust out in response, that the front of the bikini bottoms was joined to its tiny back panel of fabric by a slim fragile singular gold braid, a wisp of glimmering twine that slipped under her gold belt and up over the swollen arch of her soft full hips. As she ignored him and twisted her lithe body’s hour glass torso to glance about her, he noted that upon the center of the gold belt welded so mysteriously about her waist had indeed a small odd clasp of unusual design and that the back side of her tiny bottoms was composed entirely of the fronts field of blue with two white five sided stars centered, one larger above the smaller other, in the narrow folds of the small triangular patch of fabric before it was rapidly engulfed in the large round orbs of her haughty ass.
But all of this was utterly lost to his momentary conscious mind as the young woman seemed to now notice him and with a sneer sprawling across her luscious lips, glared down at him folding her gauntlet gloved arms under the largest most spectacular chest he had ever seen! The last piece of the young goddesses costume was a feat of structural engineering that was a marvel of both science and art! For here a single piece of mere satin cloth sought and some how defying all laws of physics manage to just barely contain two of the largest, roundest, fullest, gravity defying globes of vibrant ever bursting with energy and life globes of enormous breast flesh, that any mortal eye had ever beheld! Without any shoulder straps to lend even the guise of support, two great pockets of shimmering skin tight cups of clothe struggled valiantly to suppress the wild abandon of those great mountains of mammary. A thin gold braid ran along the upper lip of the top, though it was often sunken out of sight under the puckering overspill of the uncontainable might of those opulent orbs of flesh. The top was a reversed mirror of the skimpy bottoms, and thus the left cup found its self the barer of the striated bands of equal width, of red and white, starting with white at the gold bands upper lip. The left cup, equally ever straining like its brethren against the constant quivering forces straining against its feeble damning hold, was of a field of all blue with a large white five pointed star at the center of the mighty over flowing cup and four more smaller white five pointed stars ringing the larger central star in and under crescent, leaving the larger star un-topped to the gold banded lip. From each side of the heavy swaying loads of the near bursting cups a small band of cloth continued across her small ribs and met briefly at the middle of her back, here three lone white five pointed stars equally spaced on a field of blue raced unimpeded to smartly cling back to each welling cup. The ceaseless struggle for the garment to try and contain the boundless energies of those ever jiggling, jostling, jumping orbs, caused the cups of the top to slightly pinch and distort the naturally perfect round spheres of the young goddesses breasts, so that the firm full bosom was forced to bend slightly upwards within the narrow of the confines of the python gripped garment and the breasts were lengthened as such so that the round heavy spheres which hung high on her chest were squeezed outwards into a slight jutting upward crescent of ever questioning quivering nosing projections far out before her trim torso.
From his sprawled position beneath the goddess now smirking down at him with crossed arms almost swallowed underneath the promontory perfect protuberance of her impossibly immense breasts, with her wide stance long legs straddling his shrinking form, the sight was so overwhelming to his utterly confused senses that he could not even obey his instinct to scamper away from what was so obviously a divine creature of immense power, grace, and super humane wiles. He could only moan slightly and shiver under that utter enticing gaze that bore unnervingly down upon him like a mighty bewitching thunderbolt which housed equally both beauty splendor and fearful power!
The goddess let her gloved hands fall slowly to her shapely hips as if the slithering contact they made against her pale naked flesh pleasured her and thrusting her leaping quivering enormous chest out as her spine slipped as if in an after thought into a natural graceful feline arch, her breasts thus blocking out the sun and hiding much of her face, her hidden lips spoke, at him, if not to him.
“Tell me…” the goddesses voice bespoke absolute command and the air of easy assured use of demanding and obtaining instant obedience, she glanced down at his lap were his naked forgotten member still lay exposed in his startled fright, “LITTLE man, are these the palace grounds of the Raja of Natpor?”
The terrified embarrassed man could only nod rapidly as the goddess made another quick glance and snickered at his lower region and perhaps blushing slightly looked up and out in front of her and stated to the air, “Good. And do yourself a favor and put your err, garment back on, in your case the clothes do indeed make the man.” And with that the goddess stepped over the humiliated man and with her haughty hips swaying in great pendulum arcs she quickly found the well worn trail harting the small jungle glade and disappeared along it towards the distant palace of the Raja.
“And you have no idea who may be behind these recent attempts upon your life?” Ms. Americana frowned at the plump short man gilded in jewels and lounging upon a divan of soft silken pillows and deep piled rugs.
“As you are no doubt aware from personal experience, the great often draw such attacks unwarranted upon them. I can avouch I have no knowledge of any personal enemies, err at the moment, who would wish me deceased enough to take such stringent matters in hands, such as these rather archaic poison darts, snakes, toads, centipedes, and other such strange menageries.” The middle age man smiled and lowered his gesturing hands to allow one of his serving girls to plop a freshly pealed grape into his smiling mouth.
“No they would undoubtedly use missiles and have done with you,” the Queen of Justice tone was cold and she scowled at the disgusting fat man who only aped a slight gasp of surprise and incredibility, before smiling at her and leaning to his other side to have another young serving wench tip a cup of wine to his greasy lips and dab his bearded chin with a gold encrusted napkin.
Ms. Americana hated the rancid little potbelly man lounging before her, this Raja of Natpor. He had been General Natpor just six short years ago. He had lead an Indian army into the disputed region of Tibet, Kunlun Shan, and Sinkiang, when China had shocked the world and invaded Mongolia and Russia along the coasts of the Sea of Okhostk, and made massive strikes against Japan! The United Nations had retaliated but though the initial phase of fighting had lasted scarcely eight weeks, years latter no one could justly say who was the winner. For all her repentance for her acts of aggression, China kept as much as she lost, and her gains held more value than her losses. Tibet was liberated, though beholding much to India, and governed by such, despite her new won freedom. But China kept much of the coast of the Okhostk Sea and many of the islands once belonging to a much chagrined and furious Japan.
The General had done well in Tibet and his nation rapidly sent him back out from India with a second army to shore up the much imperiled nation of Burma. It was here in the area of the borders of Burma, Laos, and Thailand, fighting off Chinese battalions, that found General Natpor when the government of China splintered into civil war. All bets were off, and out right anarchy seemed to reign in the entire Asiatic sub-geographic sphere. Amongst all the weekly usurping events that kept the world stunned and worn out and weary, General Natpor, as if in a side bar of the times, suddenly declared himself the ruling Raja of a new realm centered on where his army currently sat. A nation he called after himself, Natpor. If it hadn’t been for the rather impressing engagements of the worlds nations at the time and his little tyrannical insanity not being far, far down the United Nations ‘to do’ list, he would have been laughingly disposed of in very short order, but as it was he managed to continue to hold and carve out his little nation for just long enough for one of his subordinates to make an earth shaking discovery. ‘Natporium’! Yes, he even named the strange new crystal that he found and rapidly began to mine, after his own unlimited ego of himself.
Natporium, was a gem like material which when shown upon by a laser of the correct spectral frequency turned frightfully hot. One could basically put a small gem in a bucket of water and shine a flashlight upon it, if the flash light was of the correct spectral wave length the bucket would almost instantly begin to boil. In short, a few gems, a lot of water, and the right light source hooked up to a steam turbine and you had electricity. That the amount of energy required to generate the crystals heat was ridiculously small, and that the crystal its self took a long time to break down during the process of generating this heat, made this alarming discovery, suddenly one of the cleanest cheapest energy sources in the world. That a large vein of the rare gem was only to be found in the new nation of Natpor, not only readily made the United Nations reluctantly acknowledged the validity of the new Raja’s realm, but it made him instantly one of the most powerful and influential men in all of the great Asiatic continent.
Naturally, all of the worlds powers, not the least of which was India herself, whished nothing but harm to the scoundrel, but with the entire regional sphere of China still in the chaotic throws of civil war, and the Western nations tied up in both revenue and resources there in, as well as the ongoing Middle East conflicts, the former Generals public support for all things capitalistic and democratic and pledging boundless faith to the UN, made him a much needed newspaper headline reassuring oasis amidst the glowering furry of most other rabid mouths screaming only in hate and blood in the unstable region. The Raja of Natpor was a loud and loyal supporter of the United States and loved doing Natporium business with the much oil sickened Middle Eastern plagued woeful nation. That the Raja spoke so lovingly of democracy while ruling entirely as a royal monarch cast much in the ancient mold of the Kings of long ago India, somehow never once bothered nor perplexed the newspaper breakfast reading public of the Western Nations. And it was such, to shore up their new found friend and cheap energy providing partner that the United States of America had responded to the recent bizarre attempts on the Raja’s life with granting his request and sending the mighty Amazonian super heroine herself, Ms. Americana to their beleaguered friends fescue!
She would have rather grabbed him up off the floor by the scruff of his scrawny neck and beat some sense and shame into the belligerent little third world tyrant! He represented everything that disgusted her about the little misshapen minds of men! The little toad had enslaved all the local people to work in his foul unsafe mines, his army now lorded over the area in a police state of gross masochism injustice, and though she could not prove it, she was certain that that harem of his, disgusting enough as the idea of any man keeping a stable of concubines! Was composed almost entirely of white slaver teen age girls captured and sold to him off the ruin ruble streets of war torn China! Sold for precious slivers of Natporium! A gem who’s very use was hinting at long term environmental effects of the most negative nature! Why the Professor himself had hinted at increasing signs of mutation of both fauna and flora along the areas where the great steam turbines vented their Natprium rich steam!
Still she had a job to do and she was not about to fail! The President himself! had asked her aboard Air Force One, to take this mission on behalf of the entire free world, though why he had instated upon giving her a complete privet physical to make sure she was fit for the assignment and why he needed to then take so many photos of her for her secret mission file was utterly beyond her! What superior woman could fathom the small minds of men! Still she had apparently passed the exam with flying colors, though apparently she had needed to be thoroughly rubbed with some kind of new bio-filter lotion by the President all over every inch of her body in order to protect her from any harmful foreign toxins that the local insects may be carrying, though the substance smelled strangely not dissimilar to suntan lotion, and then the great jet on its way to a secret meeting with the Russian and Japanese Prime Ministers in Hanoi, veered its course slightly to allow Ms. Americana to jump out of the jumbo airliner and deploying a large blue with white star spangled parachute she had luckily landed within the walled grounds of the Raja’s Palace just as the pilot had obediently promised her. In relation to her commands
She now almost wished she hadn’t landed so successfully, the smarmy face of the bemused man winked at her and she could not stifle the gasp of indignation at the offensive leer! What’s more the stupid little man who had pulled so many political strings just to get her here as his personal super heroine body guard had then disregarded every sensible suggestion she had made as to his own personal security! Even to the point of keeping a publicly scheduled tiger hunt! That tigers were a protected endangered species mattered not to the Raja who had bought dozens of them from the black markets of China and Russia to breed for just such a purpose as to family fodder for his yearly hunts. This year three large males would be released into the jungle wilds from their acreage to join with dozens of other already wild great cats scattered about as the surviving residue of the previous hunts, and with thousands of impressed beaters rounded up from the mines, which would be closed as a rare holiday for the yearly event, they would drive the tigers to the Raja’s waiting train of elephants where on howdahs he and his gun bearers and of course his own personal body guard, the Queen of Justice, would be moving at a leisurely pace to shoot them down. The whole thing disgusted Ms. Americana but there was nothing she could do, on the following morning she would have to join the Raja on what would now prove be a floating court as he and his large cumbersome unwieldy entourage of a kowtowing government made off into the wilds of the northern jungles for the next two weeks.
The Raja’s great palace had been built upon the ruins of a one time extensive monastery and much of its once magnificent imposing structures had been greedily incorporated into the layout of the maze like swell of oddly disjointed symmetry of the newer buildings. Secret passages were so common that many were openly used by servants to cut the corners of longer routes, and in the evening cooling dark of the dimly lit stone causeways the Queen of Justice found herself often lost by the myriad of discombobulating corridors of an almost asymmetrical arrangement. It was like walking in a Philip Glass concerto. With many repetitions of motifs simple and fare only to work themselves into a confusion mire without a seeming off hand purpose nor direction! UGH! She stamped her small booted foot in frustration and the tremors it sent careening across her great chest nearly proved too much for her strained top, the gold braid lip slipped, and rolled under the puckering taught pull of her soft breast flesh, and the ruddy puffy crescent of her palm sized areola peaked out over the indented top lip and blazed beauteous balming benediction upon the tired world.
With her left breast nipple now tightly pinched by the slightly rough taction of the gold braid lip of the satin smooth cup, Ms. Americana’s Aphrodite gene superior construct which not only increased her strength and healing powers to a great degree but also heightened her senses awareness to an acute ability far beyond mortal keen, also heightened her sensual awareness and deepened and enlarged her physical needs and lusts. Her mind preoccupied with frowning at the confusing dimly lit corridors that seemed so similar and yet different to one another, she took no conscious notice of her nipple slipping out from her tight top, but her subconscious mind felt the sudden rush of new sensation as the smooth silky cup normally caressing her supple ample bosom now gave way to the raspy teasing of the rougher gold braid digging and pulling back and forth across her engorged nipple with each long jostling stride she sent her own magnificent mammary into shudders and shakes across her rippling chest. Each light swell of her udder shudder sent new little jolts of passion to tumble sparking into the dark void of her suppressed desires.
It wasn’t long before her right silver dollar sized nipple slipped out to join its sister in peering out at the twilight world through which the increasingly horny amazon strode so powerfully scowling through. Both nipples were now swollen and full and pressed headily against the sheer remaining bond of their top, seeking to roil out further until like mighty geysers bursting entirely free into the tickling air, but the top refused to let them go and jealously clung to the lower third of each proud jutting nipple, despite the Queens of Justice increased unconscious shoulder thrusts and hips rolls as her long strides became noticeably more sensual rather to strenuous to all but her.
Not all women are born with the Aphrodite gene, and of those few who are, only a handful in turn ever find the gene’s full abilities triggered and awakened. It’s outward signs though one can mark in the unusual beauty and opulent bodies of the women who posses it, their height and strength and proportions are indeed super natural in all aspects. The gene its self not only increases the physical abilities of the woman to protect herself, but it heightens the procreative desires of lust to instill a need to reproduce in the woman in order for the gene to pass on and survive. In that, it has been remarked that the Aphrodite gene is more like a genetic virus than a mere dormant gene and that at some juncture in the far distant past it may have actually been a trace bonding of an alien outside midi-cloriderian life form to the humane anatomy at the genetic level. Regardless of its origins of gestation, the gene not only enhances all physical aspects of its host, and the hosts wants to engage in reproduction, but it enhances the host to grow into a form that is almost undeniable to sexual enticement to all others. In short, it engenders to create a form that is sexually irritable to most species, not only on the physical appearance level, but its producing powerful pheromones to attract and enrapture all near by it. These super powerful rare women, with their increased sensory awareness to all aspects sensual and with easily triggered lusts that quickly over whelm them into powerful maelstroms of unbridled desire, encased in bodies genetically engineered to produce lusts in all others, and coupled with an almost bottomless ravishing insatiable sexual passion, are also almost all exclusively drawn to suppress that often confusing chaotic frightening all consuming lust in the mantle of using their increased abilities for the betterment of all mankind. Since every Aphrodite awakened gene effects its host differently in addition to the general common generalized characteristics of the outward sign of the Aphrodite gene, as mentioned in increased beauty and unusual proportions of sexual enticing figure, each superior new born woman finds herself with the additional gifts of unique powers all her own inanition to her great strength and healing ability and enhanced sexual allure of a body ripened to a primed ruttish state.
In Ms. Americana’s case, her Aphrodite gene was not fully developed at the moment of becoming triggered in her dim hazy disjointed memory past. There are many women who find themselves with awakened Aphrodite genes that are incomplete in this way or that and it takes some other outside element to bridge the gap and make the gene complete or whole in its power. Ms. Americana found a way to increase her Aphrodite genes incompleteness by bridging the gaps in its structure by creating an energy belt which she wears when in costume. Unfortunately this belt hones its powers by increasing the overwhelming sexual boiling lustful energies of the Aphrodite gene through a system of blind echoing reverberations within the great super heroines body its self. With her belt on she gains in strength so that she is ten times as powerful as the strongest man, ten times more graceful, ten times more agile, ten times more resilient to injury, and heals much faster, and has greater speed, but the belt also increases the depth of her lusts even as it represses them from her conscious mind. As long as she wears the belt her repressed sexual energies swell and multiply at exponential degrees, even while she is topically numb to the increasing undercurrent building up in an explosive weltering damn beneath her, until it slowly begins leaking out into her subconscious actions as horny sexual innuendos and involuntary unaware cock teasing. To make matters worse Ms. Americana’s power belt must first have raw sexual repressed lusts to build off of, in short if Ms. Americana experiences an orgasm, then all her powers flood away into a weak puddle of nothing! In a great horrible paradox of unfairness, Ms. Americana sizzles in constant building sexual lusts which are fundamental for her keystone of power, but she can not dare to ever give in to them and experience even a single orgasm or else lose her powers for a considerable time! Until her natural lust build back up again to provide fuel for her power guilt to amplify it! And while Ms. American is aware of her need to remain chaste to supply her power built with sexual repressed energies, she is utterly ignorant of how her belt unleashes those same raw sexual lusts within her in ever twisting contorting desires! She thinks herself the model of abstinent of all things sexual and a proof of its pure power to do good, but in short, Ms, Americana, north America’s sweetest upright darling, is one of the horniest and deeply perverted super heroines on the planet, though both her and her legion of adoring fans would scoff at such obvious drivel!
Thus it was, with her nipples half exposed above her sheer top, and her unconscious mind ever starved for sexual fire to purge her seething suppressed lusts of which her unnaturally twisted mobius loop belt pours fuel in wave after crushing wave back in upon herself in ever deepening echo while it simultaneously numbs her conscious mind of that very fact, the oblivious super heroine of might wandered the dark nocturnal halls the Raja’s palace never once noticing how with each stride her hip roll became more wanton, her breast jiggle more pronounced, her pursed lips more salacious, her eyes more hungry as her innocent conscious mind pondered where in the hell her sleeping quarters where! Perhaps she shouldn’t have so arrogantly dismissed the simpering fool who had been instructed to guide her to her rooms? Stupid men! Why on earth would anyone build such a non-sensical structure? UGH! She stomped her foot again and her enormous cantilevering breasts sprung out of her top! “Great Scales of Liberty!” The flustered and surprised super heroine struggled for several moments to squeeze her plump full to bursting jugs back into the stubborn refusal of the exhausted cups of her top. Never noticing once how her gloved fingers seemed to pull and pinch and twist her hard nipples in the attempts, nor how hot and heavy her breath became, or how flushed her face and neck became, nor the nearby greedy eyes that watched her intently from the growing shadows!
The day was slightly overcast as the early morning showers had broken up into marching armies of thunderheads which dotted the forested hilly skyline. In her howdah, the lightly built sedan enclosed chair strapped firmly to her elephant’s back, the Queen of Justice peered through the curtain of beadwork which slapped at her face and scowled. This was their third day out and the Raja and his numerous international guests had indiscriminately shot everything but a tiger so far! Ms. Americana craned her neck to try and catch a glimpse of the Raja amongst the train of forty elephants and several hundred followers, but despite her being next to his great beast, the fact that she had somehow been assigned to the smallest elephant in the herd meant she could see nothing and smell nothing but elephant ass! And then there was her seat? It seemed to be composed in theory of little more than a bicycle seat pointed upwards with a brocade cloth thrown over it! If she sat down into the wooden carved recess ready to receive her derrière, it left the majority of the wooden seat pressing uncomfortably against her crotch and lower stomach. She had to grab awkwardly at the upward pointed pommel of the seat with both hands to try to steady herself upon the swaying beast. It was most unlady like and was obviously an intentional slur against her, though she could not fathom what reason her host would wish to humiliate his high heralded body guard? She tried to reach out to the sides of the howdah but they were built just our of her grasp, there were two leather straps which swayed down from the sturdy support of the roofs frame, but to grab these, she had to raise her body upwards so her butt checks were now off the relieving cups of the wooden seat, and lean forward, pressing the wooden pommel of the seat even deeper into her crotch. Doing this immediately raised the problem of invariable impaling as the howdah swung side to side, back and forth, and up and down, with every ponderous step! Still as long as she grasped the pommel of the seat between her iron thighs and clung with her wrists through each leather thong, she was relatively sure she would not imperil her womanhood too seriously with unwanted penetration, and the position was not entirely without its soothing stimulating merits!
Still it was with some relief and anxiousness that Ms. Americana slipped out and off her elephants back and into the city of waiting white tents the advanced guard had set up to receive them for their afternoon meal and escape from the hottest part of the sweltering day. The Queen of Justice was egger to find and buttonhole the recently arrived United States ambassador who was her unofficial liaison in her mission and question him about any information the military spy satellites and planes in the immediate area may have to offer her.
The statesman was a rather dowdy man in a sweat stained lien suit who gave the instant impression to all of being an idiot. But the very fact he had pardoned off joining on the elephant back hunt due to hemorrhoids and whisking ahead to the tents of champagne and caviar in cavalcade of supply jeeps had rather foretold the super heroine that perhaps the simpering imbecile wasn’t as lacking in intelligence as it first appeared.
She found the drunken reprobate unashamedly grinding up against a helpless teenage serving girl, and grabbing him by the earlobe excused themselves and dragged him into one of the white pristine smaller empty tents on the lush green hillside.
Still it wasn’t until she had placed a vice like crushing grip on the gin reeking sweating pigs testicles and had turned his perspiring sun tanned face ashen white then red and now purple that she managed to get past his single minded lechery and attained his undivided attention. “Now,” she calmly tried again, and twisted her squelching gloved left hand causing a long squealing grunt to escape the purple faced man grimacing in utter pain. “It’s been four days since my arrival and not one of these odd assassination attempts has occurred. I am certain that the Raja’s entire scheme was to lure me here and then attempt to subdue me to force me to join his harem.” The man with his eyes squeezed shut in pain could only savagely shake his head in disagreement, splattering the Queen of Justices extensive cleavage with droplets of sweat. She glowered in disgust at this and gave the nut sack in her clenched fist another twist, producing a howl from the man and nearly causing him to pass out. “Why do you not think the Raja has plans for me? Tell me what you know.” She relaxed her grip slightly feeling the heavy throbbing beneath the thin layer of lien slacks even through her leather gauntlet gloves!
Through a wheezing cough the gasping crying man choked out his panting reply, “ I-think-you-crippled-me.”
She angrily squeezed savagely again with a wrenching twisting grasp and hissed through clenched small perfect white teeth at the plum colored slobbering face now almost blind with pain, “nonsense, dirty little perverts like you pay poor innocent little girls desperate for money off the school campuses to do this sort of thing to you all the time. You’ll think back on this latter and get off on it, won’t you?! But I’m telling you swine, if I feel just one hardening of your measly little pecker down there and I’m ripping that embarrassment right off your body! And then what will you have left in your empty little worthless life?! Now. Last chance! Tell me what information you were ordered to provide me with, or else its off to the Raja’s harem for you, but as an eunuch!”
“There’s damn little to tell,” the man hoarsely whispered to her left nipple. Ms. Americana let the man go and he fell like a bag of jelly against a near by low table and half slumped to the floor wincing loudly. “But I can tell you our boys believe there is a real presence behind these animal and insect attacks against the Raja. What’s more, we believe that the intent of the parties or party involved is to replace the Raja with another who will be more friendly to the various China parties and Russian and rather cold to our United States interests.” UGH! He clutched at his groin as he sat sprawled legged beneath her proud wide stance and began to rub his crotch ceaselessly.
Ms. Americana rolled her eyes in disgust and placed her fists on her hips. “Mind if I polish my boot with your scrotum?”
“Who’s side are on anyway?” The man opened one eye and inched back from her.
“You slapped my ass and called me ‘babe’. You are lucky your nuts are still attached!”
“Okay, okay.” The man raised himself unsteadily to his knees, “but that is one hell of a way to sober a man up.”
Ms. Americana offered him a gloved hand and helped him to his wobbly feet. He stood with his knees welded buckled together and shaking, but the color of his face had returned to a more normal shade. “All I can tell you is the department believes two things, one; that the threat is real and likely to succeed without your intervention, and two; that the Raja himself may have a very good idea who this shadow figure is that is sending poison creepy crawlies to his bed chamber and dinner table. My advice to you is to get close to the Raja and stay close, see if you can get some info on who he might think this madman is. Oh, and one more thing, try to avoid twisting his excellencies nuts off, we can’t afford anymore international incidents in this region at the moment, and I do mean that literally and figuratively. Our forces are strapped for the foreseeable future, you are utterly on your own!”
“Good. That is the way I like it.” Ms. Americana smiled at the trembling man.
“Why am I not surprised?” The man reclaimed his hat off the tent floor and half hobbled half swayed out of the tents opening and disappeared.
Ms. Americana watched the odd little man go and then puzzled at what to do next. She did not like the idea of rubbing shoulders and she was sure much more than that with the lecherous Raja, but - her eyes darted to the shadowy faint outline of a figure upon the back of the thin fabric of the tent wall beside her- she wouldn’t have to! and with a powerful lunge she tore asunder the tents seam and leapt out to tackle the surprised spy!
Ms. Americana stood with one hand upon her hip and easily held up in her other gloved hand by the ankle a small wriggling man in a military uniform. She strode purposely over to the edge of were the hills gave way to a steep slope of jagged boulders and exposed jumbles of sharp rocks and held the agitated man out over the dangerous precept. “Now, stop squirming little man, or else I might drop you.”
The man looked down, above him, at the certain death he dangled over and ceased all struggles, and with the blood rushing to his head looked back calmly toward her and said in an even voice, “madam, how may I help you?”
The puzzling story the captain of the Raja’s army told her, a loyal man who had been with the former General from the start of his Tibet campaigns, took the cup of heady wine the Queen of Justice offered him back in the rented tent and from his seat upon the camp stool waited for her to digest his words.
“So, what you are telling me, is that Natpor originally had a brother and that they had fought along side one another?” Ms. Americana replaced the decanter upon the low table and paced slowly about the rug flooring the small tent.
“Yes,” the man nodded. “The two were virtually inseparable, at first, but once they reached Burma they had several falling outs. It was actually Kadish, not the General who instigated the original rebellion to forage a new empire under the Natpor name and it was he who had first figured out the Natporium’s crystal over whelming potential for profit and power.”
“So he is the most likely to be behind these attacks upon his usurping brother.”
“No, that’s not possible. Kadish died in an ambush by Chinese regulars some years back, but it may be some of his followers, paired with some of the local insurgents.” The man watched the large woman’s panther strides about the tent and bristled in uneasiness at the forced closeness to such naked raw power.
Ms. Americana paused in her pacing and reached her arms over her head and stretched, this caused the captain to involuntarily straighten in his seated posture and with trembling lips drink more deeply from his wine cup as his helpless eyes gulped at the intense sensual buzz of shimmering beauty dancing lazily before him. “I think it is time to bring all of this to a head, and lay a trap for this reluctant murderer who I have no doubt scared into hiding.”
Ms. Americana glanced over to the captain who had wine spilling out of the corners of his lax lips as his eyes stared glazed at her chest. She glanced down to find both her wayward naughty nipples peaking out over the top of her costumes shivering halter. She made to put them away, but then eyeing the mesmerized man sitting hypnotized before her, smirked and though better of it. She would need a willing partner to trap her cowardly adversary, and this dolt just might do! The Queen of Justice shimmied her ample body within inches of the now trembling frozen face of the helpless man and cooed, “now captain, I just might have a need for you…”
It wasn’t exactly the most complex of traps, but Ms. Americana was a super heroine prone to action, not subterfuge, and she considered it workable enough to merit a good chance of success. The statuesque super heroine looked over the general lay out of her trap from her hidden location in the leafy bough of a nearby tree. Just a few hundred yards ahead of her, the captain paced before a lone tent truss up in the near perfect disguise of the Raja of Natpor! The Raja himself was secreted away in a tent full of fresh new young women who the United States ambassador had produced no questions asked at her somewhat reluctant request and it had been leaked out amongst the impressed beaters huddled in makeshift beds under the open sky, that their Raja would sneak off a lone that very night to engage in a passionate ‘indiscretion’ with the Queen of Justice herself! That anyone would believe such a thing was preposterous, but the super heroine could not doubt that the sneaky assassin could willingly pass up a chance to spring even an obvious trap if it meant a good chance at hitting home against the Raja as bait in that self same trap or her, as the trap its self!
Her opponent could not resist such an opportunity to attack either the Raja as the bait or herself as the springing trap, but to sweeten the pot further, she had convinced the United States ambassador to add to the rumor that in reality, it was not the Queen of Justice whom the Raja was sneaking off to see but he himself baring secret treaties of exclusive rights to the Natporim mining operations to peruse over in privet, away from the other gathered foreign dignitaries!
The Raja entered the lone tent and shortly there after the United States ambassador arrived and glancing about furtively entered the tent as well. It shouldn’t be long now, she thought to herself and she strained to peer into the jungle clearing of moon light splashed glen, straining to make out any moving shadows or fell odd looking shapes.
Instead it was an enormous python that suddenly slid a heavy steel sinewy coil over her wrist and then fell about her shoulders and body before she had a moment to cry out. The enormous bulk of the creature was of such that it caused her to lose her purchase and they both plunged still struggling to the dark sward a hundred yards below.
In a silent grunting test of might the two powerhouses lashed and grappled in titian clenches upon the dewy night grasses. Their silhouettes shifted and melded in strange weirding forms amidst the blotchy patches of jungle night. A lethal battle that only ended with the crack of bone and muscle as the panting Queen of Justice shed the sixty foot monster from off her sweating torso, where it thudded lifeless to the ground!
Quick as lightning the super heroine leapt across the windless grasses and caught up another serpent of smaller but deadlier dispatch and cracking the King Cobra like a whip she snapped its neck just behind its flaring hood! The immediate threat to the men in the tent over come, she turned and scanned the edge of the jungle rim of brush and trees and sure enough made out the lone figure of a man who jumped up out of a crouch and turned and ran. The superior woman was hot on his trail! In only a few hundred paces she had brought the male crashing with a flying tackle. The undergrowth separated them as they fell down a slight slope and Ms. Americana rolled to her feet, her steel blue eyes flashing about her for her adversary.
He rose slowly, a tall thin man in the rags of an India officer uniform. Kadish! She was certain! “It’s over Kadish! Your fiendish plot against your brother the Raja of Natpor is finished! Now do you come quietly or do I get the pleasure of beating you some more?!” The super heroine raised an eye brow at the weakling male and smiled.
“Finished? I think not, Ms. Americana! Not as long as I possess this!” The man held up a long twisted staff. “I found more than Natporium in the lost monastery city were my brother made his capital. This is the lost great Staff of Solomon! Claimed by conquers for generations until hidden by fearful monks in this distant land. It grants the barer the ability to control all animals! And more than that, it grants me the supreme power to do this!” With a flash of blue light and a hideous scream, the frail man was transformed into an enormous white tiger!
“You got to be kidding me,” the Queen of Justice just managed to fling herself underneath the great beasts blurring leap and ran as fast as her powerful legs could carry her! Behind her the sound of the terrifying creatures crashing pursuit promised it would soon be upon her! She avoided another leap with a roll and a well placed stiletto heel to the side of the great cats head! And raced off again, but within a hundred bounding strides she found herself caught up short at the edge of a great chasm! Spinning to face her would be attacker, the Queen of Justice could only crouch and await as the foul fiend inched out of the jungle growth and snarling in evil growls inched toward its helpless prey. It seemed to enjoy teasing out the moment and it paced pleasingly about her, as she could do nothing but wait out the inevitable. After an agonizingly timeless void, it sprang at her!
There was the thunderous crash of guns, and Ms. Americana rose slowly to her feet. There was no sign of the great white tiger, but about her a ring of soldiers lowered their still smoldering riffles. The Raja stepped out from behind them and placed a hand upon the Queen of Justice shoulder and looked into the chasm behind her, “pity,’ he muttered. “The legend of the great white tiger is such a hunters dream! To both kill it and lose it at the same stroke is such an utter shame. Come my darling, it is getting late, and we have to be up early to continue the hunt.” Ms. Americana walked arm in arm with the Raja of Natpor as he whispered into her ear, “you know I believe just having you here has frightened off all those nasty fellows wishing to do me harm! I don’t think we will have anything to worry about from them for quiet some time!” And with that he firmly tweaked Ms. Americana’s ass and her eyes flew wide and then narrowed and she fought the urge to toss the letch over the cliff after his accursed brother!