Brenda Wade/Ms.Americana are characters of Mr.X’s creation. And don’t read this if you’re under 18 or I will slap your parents.

Author’s Note: This is my first story…about an older heroine who Ms. Americana looked up to as she was coming up the heroine ranks and her exxxtremely unsuccessful career. It’s a little long….so stay with me. And always hit me up with feedback…..SGTsmiley333@yahoo.com

Ms. Americana: An Abused Friend (part 1)

by SGTsmiley333@yahoo.com

Brenda Wade strolled into Green Oaks Mental Institution with a certain air of confidence. And why not? She was a billionaire, respected in the business community, and the city's most well known superheroine, Ms. Americana.

For the past few weeks things had been on the upswing, business was good, and white slavery was at an all time low in Delta City. So Brenda decided she was going to take some well-deserved time off.

As she passed through the lobby of the Mental Institution, she already felt the eyes of the security guards staring at her body. She had dressed conservatively today, but with a body like Brenda's, men see every outfit as sexual. She wore a tight knee length skirt with a slight slit up the side that showed her wonderful legs with each stride she took. Her black heels clicked against the tile floor as her dark hair fell below her shoulders.

However the focus of most men fell to Brenda's gigantic bust. Even the most conservative shirt could not hide the bulge of her 44DD breasts. In civilian clothes she tried to cover them up as much as possible, but she always fought a losing battle. She wore a sleeveless pink tanktop with a grey blazer over the top of it. The first button was buttoned under the bust, almost pushing her boobs up even further. Almost immediately, every security guard became aroused as they stared at the wonderous cleavage of Brenda Wade.

"Right this way Ms. Wade", one of the attendants motioned her through the door toward the dormitories.

Brenda became pensive as she followed the guard to her old friend's room. It had been 2 months since Lady Champion had been committed to Green Oaks, and Brenda wanted to give her old mentor a chance to settle in before visting her.

Lady Champion was the 1st great superheroine of Delta City. Back then, crimefighting was a whole lot simpler, and Lady Champion was at the top of her game. As a civilian Jenna Michaels was a well-known lawyer, and had cashed in on multiple tobacco lawsuits. After multiple death threats from tobacco firms, Jenna retired to work pro-bono cases and live off the interest of her wealth. However, justice does not always prevail in the courtroom, and she became frustrated with the system.....this was the birth of Lady Champion.

She had no special powers, just her amazing charisma and keen wit. She outsmarted her opponents instead of overpowering them, usually letting the police do most of the dirty work. But it was her charisma that kept her apart from most superheroines. She was not a feminist and actually wanted to be a nice housewife someday. Lady Champion was the cheerleader of law enforcement, her bubbly personality made her a favorite in Delta City. She donated hundreds of hours of community service and visiting old homes and sick children....always putting a smile on people's faces.

Her amazing body did not hurt her popularity either. She wore a very conservative costume by today's standards. She wore bright gold pants, which only accentuated her amazing legs and ass. Most men in Delta city would prefer Lady Champion over

J-Lo any day. She wore a bright gold halter top with a bare midriff which barely contained her 44DDs. She was only 5'6 which made her voluptuous body look even more curvy. She wore a bright gold mask which covered her eyes, and her golden blond hair mixed well with her perfect tan, .

If you were lucky enough to watch her chase down a criminal, after you noticed her gigantic breasts swing, you would see why she was called Lady Champion.

Brenda finally reached Amber's room. The guard knocked to no avail. And then he knocked much harder. A loud rustling was heard inside the room and two male attendants stumbled out of the room, buttoning their pants.

"Um, sorry....the...uhh...sponge bath took alot longer today", the young black man stuttered as he briskly walked past Brenda. Another older, fatter man, who was sweating profusely followed the black man. Brenda walked in to see her hero, her comrade against crime, her once proud ally, laying face down with her pajama pants pulled to her ankles.

There were red handprints on Amber's ass and her white tank top had been pulled below her breasts. A small amount of jizz dripped down the corner of her mouth as she turned to see who her new assailant was.

"Ms. Michaels, you have a visitor...you ladies, just call me if-"

"That will be ALL," Brenda shouted at the man, "You think I don't know whats going on here! I will make sure I have all of your jobs by the end of the day, you pathetic pigs!", Brenda slammed the door behind her and sat beside the once carefree Lady Champion.

Amber sat up and slowly pulled her top back up to cover her enormous breasts, then her eyes widened as she recognized who her visitor was.

"M-Ms. Americana? Is that you?!"

"Yes, Amber....its your one and only partner"

Amber's bubbly personality suddenly reappeared as she outstretched her arms and she hugged Brenda. The two rocked back and forth enjoying their first embrace in almost 11 years. The once fearsome duo which had struck fear in the hearts of bad guys of Delta City, the brains and the brawn...were finally back together.

After exchanging awkward small talk, Brenda finally asked the question....

"Amber, I hate to ruin our wonderful reunion, but how the hell did you end up here? I mean everyone loved you, and when you disappeared, the whole city missed you."

Lady Champion's head sank, her bubbly cheerleader attitude quickly faded and she sighed.

Brenda comforted her friend,"I'm sorry...I shouldnt have brought it up...let's just talk about the good ol days"

Amber shook her head, her golden blonde hair partially covering her still youthful face. "No, Brenda.....It's alright"

Over the next hour, Brenda fought hard to hold back her tears as Lady Champion recounted the last 11 years of her life.