The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. Ms. Americana is a copyrighted character of Mr. X’s creation and is used in kind permission as adhering to the guidelines stated on his website. Any elements which may interpreted as being of original creation the author hereby declares as works of public domain. Rook.

 

MS. AMERICANA VERSUS MR. MENTAL!

 

The man who entered the Delta City Subway Platform 11A, attracted a great deal of attention from its three lone occupants. These were in turn; an off duty security guard who was in the process of buying a soda from a vending machine to compliment his previous purchase of two candy bars and a bag of corn chips. A retired banker who now worked as a custodian at the down town public library. And a man who had one too many drinks at his club and sat rocking on a graffiti scrawled bench bolted to the yellow tiled wall, whistling the latest teen pop princess mass marketed song, incessantly.

It was almost forty minutes before the Tuesday three a.m. tram would come screeching to a stop at the platform, but a pouring rain top side had driven these three down into the platform earlier than their usual habit. Doubtless in the next twenty minutes a half a dozen other regulars would come coughing in their fists down the ribbed gritty stairs to lean against tiled pillars and wait for the last train until the five am began the work day rush all over again.

People, however, not quiet like the rather unexpected man who now drew the three lone figures startled stares. He was rather unexpected, unusual, and down right…odd. First off he was dressed in an immaculate black tux, but it was made entirely of some strange shiny material, like vinyl or latex. So shiny that it mirrored all about it, and the deep black was off set by large patches of white highlights glittering at all times. And he was unusually tall, well over six feet in height, probably around six foot seven or even taller. And he was were black gloves as well, also shiny, and there was a pair of black round rimmed mirrored eyeglasses as well, perched on his aquiline long large nose. He had a long face, horse face, of a chalky almost deathly pallor. His eye brows were white as well, he may have been an albino. And he was thin, bone thin, tall, lean, lanky, with a mouth just full of teeth, maybe two sets of teeth, one behind the other.

But it was the off duty security guards police deposition as a witness to the brief events that occurred on subway platform 11A who added the most curious elements to the story. He was the nearest to the odd man when he made his entrance of the three witnesses present. And he stated that he thought the mans entrance was most unusual due to two out standing factors which his keen analytical eye trained from years of guarding the local mall from skateboarders and teenagers stealing tubes of lipstick, was one; that as the man first made his entrance his long unusually tall top hat was briefly knocked off his head and before he could scramble to wedge it back on again it revealed that he was bald and that his entire front cranium was enormously swelled up as if a giant brain was glued on top of his skull and just barely contained underneath the taunt stretched skin scarily covering it. And two; that the man came flying through the concrete wall amidst an explosion of ruble and dust with MS. Americana immediately following behind him! All three men, chagrin noted that this last element probably was crucial in their denoting the mans initial appearance.

“You convinced those bank guards that they were ballerinas auditioning for Swan Lake, and that all the money bags were giant snakes living in the lake! What are you mental?!” Ms. Americana the Queen of Justice fumed as she stumbled through the dust and rubble of what had once been the basement wall of an underground parking garage and on through the breach and onto subway platform 11A. She waved a crimson gauntlet before her coughing face to try and peer through the concrete dust and locate her adversary.

“Why yes, yes, I AM MR. MENTAL!” The tall lanky figure of liquid black was just pulling his top hat back down upon his head and he smiled as he slid like an oily shadow away from her immediate reach.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ms. Americana launched herself at the fleeing villain and clearing the still spilling pile of ruble caused by her two handed hammer punch which had sent the unusually resilient foe smashing through the wall, she flipped herself into a cartwheel and slammed both stiletto heeled boots into the small of Mr. Mental’s back!

The blow staggered him and sent him sprawling, it landed her upon her full round buttocks, and she rolled to one side to re-gather herself into a crouch. Mr. Mental had lost his top hat again and the sight of the enormous brain wielded to his head caused the Queen of Justice to startle and pause. Both adversaries slowly gained their feet, Mr. Mental brushing dust off his immaculate liquid full dress suit, Ms. Americana adopting her classic wide stance with one luscious hip thrown out to the side in an almost insolence slouch.

“And ‘I’ thought I had ridiculously over developed frontal lobes!” Mr. Mental muttered and sneered giving a lustful eye over the Queen of Justices enormous chest endowments.

“That’s it! You are going down!” Ms. Americana snarled and launched herself into a brutally fast flying jump kick aimed squarely at that enormous head of his.

Mr. Mental in a blur worthy of a cobra easily evaded the much telegraphed attack and snatching at her booted ankle with both gloved hands spun her around and flung her against a tiled support pillar. She smacked into it cracking the tile with a large squelchy thud! “You know, you have ruined a perfectly good buttoner, not to mention a promising profitable evening, and I think it’s high time I stop this sadly no longer amusing charade of being chased all about, and open up what trailer park trash such as yourself calls, ‘a can of whoop ass’ on your hillbilly hide!” Mr. Mental dropped his smarmy veneer and snarled as the black suit he wore poured its self down into his glove of his right hand swelling it into something resembling a bowling ball and he ran forward to the super heroine dazedly regaining her feet.

Ms. Americana easily dodged all three swings of the canon ball fist. “I was just playing opossum there, just one of those hillbilly hick tricks!” And she finished off her ducking with a sharp knee to Mr. Mental’s groin and a fierce upper cut to the chin that sent the lanky villain sailing through the air and into the soda vending machine where a frightened security guard screamed and ducked out of the way.

Ms. Americana grinned over at the pile of ruined vending machine and groaning villain, a soda can fell out of the damaged dispenser and smacked onto Mr. Mental’s forehead, making him ‘ouch!’ and rub his head. Ms. Americana chuckled, “you’d better check the expiration date on your can of whoop ass. It appears to have gone a little flat!”

“Well, that’s something we could never say about you, eh? Queen of Jug-stice!” Mr. Mental smirked at Ms. Americana’s ample breasts sending the super heroine into another blushing rage.

“When I get done with you, you won’t have the IQ to tie your own shoes!” Ms. Americana again launched herself at the prone smiling villain with an over head two fisted hammer strike, a rather bad choice considering that he had just recently shown her that he too could move at blinding quick speeds. Which he did. Easily raising himself into a crouch and side stepping her immensely powerful but slow developing attack, he gave her a firm swat on her passing ass.

Ms. Americana found herself tumbling in a shower of tin soda cans as she took a full header into the already crumpled vending machine. “My, my, my,” Mr. Mental stared at Ms. Americana who was down on all fours her plump full ass raised up helpless before him. “What kind of deposit do you require on a can of ‘that’ size, I wonder?” And he chuckled as the flustered super heroine shot him a menacing glance over her shoulder as soda cans continued to rain down upon her head and shoulders.

In growling fury Ms. Americana jumped up and seized the candy vending machine still undamaged from its niche in the tile wall and raised it above her head in an angry snarl. “You need something to sweeten your disposition, Mr. Mini!”

Mr. Mental ground his teeth and touched his gloved fingers to his temples, the black substance seemed to seep into his skin and the large veins on the enormous brain began to throb. The oversized mirrored glasses turned into pin wheels and the villain hissed, “Venus de Milo!”

For an instant Ms. Americana suddenly had no arms! The vending machine no longer supported above her head, came crashing down upon her crumpling her to the ground! The Queen of Justice climbed out of the ruble of the destroyed machine, clutching her head and moaning slightly. At least her arms were back!

“Hmm, well we can’t litigate against them for false advertising can we?” Mr. Mental was nodding toward the groggy super heroine’s breasts, were two candy bars had become lodge in her ample cleavage, an Almond Joy and a Mounds. “Mounds and Joy, eh?” Mr. Metal chuckled, as he looked about for his hat, “now where did I leave my top hat?”

“I had him riled there for an instant,” the Queen of Justice thought to herself as she yanked out the candy bars and tossed them aside. Mr. Mental had wandered off nonchalantly away from her searching for his hat. “When I suggested he was ‘small’ with the Mr. Mini crack, he lost it for a second. I wonder?” Ms. Americana glanced once again over at the crotch of the super villain as she brushed herself off and began to circle toward him. Even through the liquid black slacks of his impeccable dress suit one could easily discern an impressive hunk of man meat! A decent size twenty five incher thick as one of the soda cans crumpling in spurts under her booted feet, and not even erect! The shock of encountering a rare well hung man had initially stunned her and had given the creep an initial advantage. But now she began to wonder, just as the ultra rare Aphrodite gene enhanced the sexual build of the female the equally rare Adonis gene did the same for males, it not only gave them increased physical powers and endurance and unique powers as well, comparable to the female Aphrodite gene, but it also gave them decent sized tallywackers of an Aphrodite pleasing thirty inches or more and the endurance to match an Aphrodite’s sexual super charged lusting needs! Except in mother natures infinite wisdom, or her twisted sense of humor, she gave the Adonis gene males the means, but took away all the desire to do anything about it! In other words to the utter frustration and furry of all Aphrodite gene women, Adonis gene males simply remained lip no matter what a girl tried! A horny or erect Adonis male was so rare that they were like Elvis or Big Foot sightings, more urban myth than a reality. And yet here was, an apparent Adonis male, a super villain, making obvious sex jokes and showing an abundant interest in her body’s Aphrodite gene enhanced attributes! Something true Adonis males never did!

“There can only be one answer. That anaconda he has in his pants is just one of his mental projected illusions. And that he is keeping it going and using up his energies to maintain it, even during a fight, means he’s compensating for something!” Ms. Americana smiled to herself, it was time to test her theory and see if she had homed in on her opponents weakness!

Mr. Mental had found his hat and was buffing the brim on his elbow, keeping an eye on the super heroine who seemed suddenly reluctant to engage him. “What’s the matter Mr. Miniature?” Ms. American slide out from behind a tiled support pillar. “You ran off, just when I was about to sort out the men from the boys.” She rolled her hips to one side and raised her hand up in front of her and extended her gloved pinky and wiggled it at him, “didn’t think you could measure up?” She smirked underneath her sultry eyes and blew him a kiss!

“You God Damn Bitch!” Mr. Mental spitted with furry and tore his hat in shaking rage and ran at her! Ms. Americana easily side stepped his lurching blur to grapple with her and in a combination of tripping him up and spinning him around she smashed him face first into the support pillar. He made an ugly grunting sound and staggered back holding his head as the sickening smack of the impact echoed through the confines of the man made cavern.

“I guess I’m more woman than you can handle, little, little man.” Ms. Americana laughed and sauntered up to where the mad man was still groaning and weaving about, her hips seemed to have gone into over drive and her breasts responded with racing motor all their own! “Face it, Mr. Miniscule, you are no match for a superior woman!” The Queen of Justice had ambled around behind the oblivious not-so-super villain, “mind if I polish my boot with your scrotum!” And she delivered a savage kick to the bent over moaning man, which buried the toe of her pointed boot deep into his nut sack! His legs scissored together slamming shut and he pitched forward in a high pitched squeal! His thin bony ass quivered helpless in the air as he clutched at his crotch and gasped. Ms. Americana leaned forward and peered at his twitching groin, “I knew you were a small time thug, I just never knew how SMALL!” And she leaned back up and placing her hands on the back of her perfectly spherical ass she threw her head back and howled with laughter causing her enormous breasts to shake and jiggle furiously.

Mr. Mental was trying to crawl away on all fours, but his knees would not unlock and he couldn’t tare his right hand from its massaging nursing of his burning testacies. “You Damn Slut!” He howled in a high pitch stutter that sent Ms. Americana into a knee slapping belly laugh! His legs bicycled along the ground as he now tried to use both his hands and arms to drag him away from the hysterical laughing super heroine. “You slut, you big titted whore! I’m gonna kick that big round as of yours!” His voice was still a high pitch shriek despite his coughs and swallows to restore it to its natural nasal timber, and with each chipmunk squeal Ms. Americana burst out laughing all the more.

“Hey!” She suddenly stopped dead in her guffaws and giggles, and glanced over her shoulder at her backside, “I don NOT have a big ass!” Fury returned to her eyes as she looked back around toward the villain.

But he was no longer crawling along the ground, he had managed to pull himself along side the support pillar and was readjusting his large glasses which had fallen down his large nose. Ms. Americana gasped, his eyes were entirely white, no pupils, no irises. “What the hell are you?” The Queen of Justice muttered in an even firm voice.

“He was a nobody, until he stumbled upon my crashed space ship. Now that I have melded with him, he is going to be this tiny planets new ruler! Now, hurry, get the glasses back up over your eyes so I can see this being and deal with her!” Ms. Americana startled and lurched back despite herself, that voice had not been Mr. Mental’s it had come from his throat, but it had been someone else’s! She stared at the large brain underneath the straining pale flesh of Mr. Mental and watched it move about wriggling with agitation until the man had replaced his large glasses back over his eyes!

“By the Scales of Liberty! That’s not your own brain! That’s something attached to your head, underneath your skin! Listen, I can help you! And YOU whoever you are, release this man at once! Do you hear me! At once I say!” Ms. Americana shook her fist at the pulsating brain and strode a step forward.

“No! You hear me, Earthling! Minotaur!” The shapely super heroine threw up her gloved forearm before her eyes, but not before the mirrored lenses turned into pinwheels and she found a ten foot tall mountain of muscle slamming into her!

UGH! Ms. Americana yelped as the brute force of the impact of the creature carried her and it pitching into the open well of the subway tracks! The thing had her in a monstrous grip and she struggled to get her feet against its enormous chest, while wedging her hands under its heavy bull like head! “How can something that I know is all in my mind be so damn physical?!” The super heroine grunted as the great man bull slammed her back up against the subway access parapet, its powerful horns digging deep into the concrete wall on either side of her teeth gritting head. She crossed her forearms under its almost non-existent neck and struggled to push its roaring mouth away from her. It continued its bear like crushing hug, despite her knees now being raised up to her stomach and her cramped feet pushing fiercely against the things massive chest!

“It can because it is. They aren’t just mental illusions, they are real solid physical constructs based on images pulled out your own subconscious! Made out of quark matter they are virtually indestructible! But can only engage the host of their creation! HA!” Mr. Mental stood at the edge of the subway platform above her and the man bull! The large brain on his skull was thumping and jostling like a bowl of jelly on a epileptic trampoline! “I hope that one is ‘man’ enough for you, slut.” Mr. Mental added to his masters bellicose comments in a dead pan voice.

Ms. Americana looked down past her hunched and straining lower legs and saw a massive forty inch still rising still growing big as her thigh, monster cock aiming for her trembling ass! Just then the beast howled and razed its massive horns along the wall, cutting a deep groove in the cement, and just missing knocking out the fast ducking super heroine! “I’ve had some horny dates before, but this is ridiculous!” Panted the straining celebrity crime fighter! “Time for a little faith in the culpability of Delta Cities unsung heroes of the mass transit system!” And with that Ms. Americana let go of her crossed arm block of the beast who’s horns now swiped free of the imprisoning wall was whipping its head around, and reaching up above and behind her, grabbed onto the cuff of Mr. Mental’s dress slacks and with all her might she yanked and bodily threw the man tumbling on the subway tracks beyond the humped back of the hairy beast.

The dazed super villain only had moments to drag himself to his knees before he found himself staring into the on rushing headlights of the arriving Tuesday three am tram! The tram smacked into the screaming Mr. Mental just seconds before it would have hit Ms. Americana, who as she had hoped, with the impact of the train into the super villain the creature pining her in the path of certain death, vanished and she had just a millisecond to flip her self back up on to the subway platform and out of harms way!

The subway cars doors whisked open and a lone startled man in a trench coat found himself standing before the Queen of Justice herself, whose costume being some what disarrayed after the recent hot hard battle was flashing a bit more than her usual nipple peaks! The man swallowed hard and then threw open his trench coat and flashed the super heroine! Ms. Americana only rolled her eyes and muttered, “nice.” She clamped a gloved fist about the little twelve inch pecker pointing at her and sighed, “come on spanky, I’m taking you downtown. Guess I’ll get at least one pervert off the streets tonight. But as usual, the bigger fish got away!”