Note: I read an article in SHIB (Super Heroines In Bondage) that Mr. X had thought of making a Ms Americana in the year 1939. I am one who always likes a good idea and after e-mailing Mr. X, I decided to write “Americana 1925”. I changed the year so as to put our new heroine right in the middle of Prohibition. I also decided to create a new Ms Americana calling her simply “Americana“. So I give you Clara Hurst secretary to Milton Bradford, movie director at “Miracle Pictures”, “If it’s a good picture, it’s a miracle!” Clara has dark red hair and blue eyes and stands five foot nine and weights 115 pounds. Her measurements are 40D-22-36 and has a full muff of pussy hair, (sorry remember its 1925) She wears a red white and blue corset with bra, a skirt, mask and a garter belt with nylons. I also gave her a large cape to more follow the older style hero’s. I didn’t explain her origins suffice as to say she was given the Power Belt by her mother and she will in-turn hand it to either a child or someone she deems fit. The major difference with Clara to Brenda is Clara is somewhat an anti-hero. She has an anger and a serious dark side and although believing in freedom and the law, she is not above breaking it to end a criminals career. The era is one of bootleg whiskey and bathtub gin, silent movies and zero feminism, she is a “Dame a Broad. I hope you enjoy the story, please write to me at my e-mail address if you do. ************************************************************************************* Americana 1925 ************************************************************************************* Written by Thunderbolt1234, Raidrlsr@aol.com Warning 18 or older or get off my story All characters are property of others This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex,death, bondage and rape Chapter One, Colusumo Anthony Colusumo puffed on his cigar holding the wooden match carefully to not let the wind blow it out. It was cold and dreary in Delta City tonight and the wind and rain was brutal on a fine Cuban cigar. Tony covered his face with his fedora and motioned for his driver to open the door of the Rolls Royce Phantom. The chaffer opened the door and Tony made a dash for the car. The driver clubbed him on the head as he ran by, the momentum making him fall in the car. The driver slammed the door and drove off into the night. Colusumo gradually awoke in with a pounding headache. It was dark and cold, and he could feel a breeze, he was also tied to the ground. “HEY, WHAT THE FUCK… DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” He heard movement, the sound of footsteps in gravel. “WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?” A female voice, sultry, smooth spoke from the darkness. “Hello Tony, I just have a question to ask, and if you answer, I will untie you.” The mobster laughed and tugged at the ropes, pulling with all his might. “Ask, I may not give you an answer but I will tell you your fucking DEAD, you hear me DEAD!” The woman moved into the dim light, she still wasn’t visible but Tony could see she had a huge cape covering most her body. “Tony, be nice, tell me how Big Lou Philipo gets his bootleg booze in Delta City?” Tony pulled on the ropes again and tried to sit up into the woman’s face. “Fuck you, you think a dame is gonna scare me…me East Side Tony?” Suddenly Tony saw a light in the distance and heard something that made him freeze in horror, a train whistle. The woman moved closer, he still could not see her clearly but he was aware she had on a mask. “Pardon me Tony…is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo yess it isss.” Tony gazed at the light slowly creeping closer and could feel the breeze getting stronger. “Untie me your fucking nutty tomato, let me loose!” The woman spun and her cape billowed outward. “I need to get some distance, when it hits you your going to sploosh all over the place.” Tony pulled again and again on the ropes and was getting scared, newspapers flew by and made him jump. “Listen you dippy broad, let me fucking go, this aint no joke, get a gander at my face I’m serious!” The woman crouched down and watched Tony squirm. “How Tony, how is he getting the booze in, you know…tell me.” Colusumo began to whimper and shake from fear. “Ok Ok, bitch he floats the kegs down the Delta river to a big sewer drain, there is a diver guy in one of those big metal helmets under water, he catches em and sends em down the sewer to a warehouse. Now LET ME FUCKING GO!” The train was approaching fast, the ground trembled and the woman stood back into the shadows. The light illuminated the tunnel they where in and Tony looked at her for the first time. She was wearing a red white and blue corset, a short skirt, gold belt and red boots and gloves. Her cape was huge and was like a flag. On her face…was a mask. “See ya in the funny papers Tony, say Hi to Satan for me.” Colusumo screamed as the train barreled down on him, he screamed again and fainted. The train slowed down and stopped a few feet from him. The train face was fake and behind it was a woman on a bicycle. On a old wooden platform sat a Victrola music player which had a wax record spinning playing train sounds, a large pile of old news papers sat on a old wooden box that she would throw in front of a fan. “Did we get em?” The masked woman turned and smiled, she saw the wet stain between Tony’s legs. “Yes we did Greta, thank you again for the use of the movie lot.” Greta climbed off the bicycle and walked with the caped woman. “So you got a name yet?” The masked woman looked down at the her and put a arm over her shoulder. “Yes I think…Americana is nice.” Chapter Two, Sewer The boats carrying the illegal whiskey rode low in the water so as not to present a silhouette against the night sky. They where violating the 18th Amendment, the transporting and selling of alcohol. The coast guard was about and the men kept a keen eye out for the steam trail the fed’s boats made. Kegs where lowered into the water and the current would carry them down the river to a deep sea diver who hooked them and directed them down a sewer tunnel. The fist boat cruised slowly and was almost finished unloading when a sudden thump stopped the boat cold. Men looked over the edge and scanned the area for any debris. Suddenly a fist wearing a red glove smashed through the hull of the boat. Water gushed in flooding the craft causing the men to panic. Another fist struck then another, soon the boat was sinking. The men yelled to the other boat but saw they too where being attacked. One boat saw two fist smash through, then the boat was ripped in half. Soon all five boats sank, the men floating in the bay confused. On the shore, Americana walked out of the water shaking her hair and wringing out her cape. She headed for the central sewer terminal. It took her an hour to walk to the sewer section Tony mentioned and there was the compressor running for the diver. A torpedo stood near the compressor with a Tommy gun smoking a cigar. He yelled and was startled when a beautiful woman dressed in red, white and blue approached. “Woo hoo, hello doll face, um it aint Halloween so what’s with the get up?” Americana smiled and continued to walk to the man. “Put the chopper down while I am still in the mood to let you.“ The goon pulled back the charging knob and aimed at her. “Stay put muffin, I don’t wanna ice you.” Americana now ran at him rearing back to punch him. The goon opened fire hitting her with every round. Each slug bounced off and dropped to the ground under her boots. The goon was speechless. Americana punched him hard enough to launch him in the air. He landed in the river and floated down out of sight. She grabbed the air hose leading into the water and squeezed it closed. A few seconds later, a rope running along the hose began to get yanked and pulled vigorously. “I guess you want out of the water.” Americana gripped the hose with both hands and yanked the diver out of the water, into the air and watched him crash on the shore. “Ok your out and I’m done for the night.” Chapter Three, Trap Lou Philipo sat in his barber chair getting a shave surrounded by body guards and women. He laughed as one of his goons told him about a speakeasy burning to the ground because the owner refused to pay protection. Lou sat up tossing the hot towel off his face still coughing from laughing. “Well we did give the dumbass a chance, see, that’s why ya needs protection for.” He sat back and called a woman over to begin his manicure when his attention was diverted to his lieutenant Tony Colusumo. “Tony how ya doin, why the sad look?” Colusumo walked over to his boss and looked at the floor in disgust. “Boss, we…lost the whole shipment, all of it, some broad…” Lou jumped from the barber chair and yelled in Tony‘s face. “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I JUST LOST, AND WHAT HAS THIS GOT TO DO WITH A DAME?” Tony told the story of the woman dressed patriotically and tried to tell him what happened at the bay. Lou stood back then laughed, hitting a body guard in the shoulder and laughed more. “Your telling me, I was robbed out of a shit load of money and you…you where slapped around by a…broad?” Colusumo didn’t answer, he was terrified and hoped his boss would be lenient. “Tony, here is what you do…you find this dame, FIND HER, and teach her what respect is, then ice her, she needs to be made a FUCKING example of what happens when ya fuck with ME!” He motioned two body guards to follow Tony. “Moose, Carlo, you help Tony, get this fucking twist and hurt her.” The three needed a plan and Tony had already started one. “This broad is most likely gonna watch the bay to see if we start up the boat operation again, so I thinks we give her a boat to follow.” He informed the two goons what was to be done. They made a trip to the local hospital and left with several crates heading for the bay. Americana sat in the dark above the bay on the roof of a warehouse watching to see if anymore boats would sneak in. She didn’t figure the mob to try the trick again, but they may. She waited two hours and was about to leave when she saw a large cabin boat carrying a compressor heading down the river toward the sewer entrance. “You got to be kidding, I guess its another night of hurting.” She followed the boat to the sewer section then was surprised to find no one there. The boat was docked and tied up but abandoned. Americana was about to leave when she heard a noise from inside the boat. She opened the doors slowly and entered cautiously keep an eye open for any sudden movement. Unseen by her, several eyes watched her actions. The noise was coming from a small bedroom on the boat and the door was un-locked. With a shove, she opened the door and saw…a record player running with the needle skipping. Now she was concerned and aware this could be a trap. Unexpectedly she was shoved in the room and the door was closed. Americana stumbled a bit and fell on the bed but got up and was now angry at the game being played. She was about to smash the door to bits when she got dizzy. The room began to spin and she had trouble breathing. “What…what’s wrong, got to get out!” She fell against a chair and saw a tank in a corner hissing lightly, it read “Ether” now she panicked. She lunged for the door but fell to her knees and saw another tank hissing. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out cold. Tony and the two goons walked in wearing big rubber gas masks. Tony walked to her and rolled her on her back with his foot. “You two wait on the dock, her and I need to talk.” The goons grinned at each other and left laughing at what Tony would do. Tony grabbed a tank of Ether and pushed it so the mist would hit her in the face directly. He then tossed the other tank overboard. After a while he moved the one on her and tossed it overboard as well. He let the room clear then lifted her on the bed and turned on a light. She was breathtaking, beautiful red hair, huge tits and long silky legs. Tony wasted no time and tossed off his clothes and climbed in the bed with her. He laid next to her and watched her massive chest rise and fall with her breathing. The mob boss sat up and looked down at her beautiful face and smiled an evil smile. He found the hooks on her corset top and unhooked them. In a few minutes he pulled her top off and gasped watching two huge pink nippled tits stand pointing up firm and hard. “Damn, like Christmas, unwrapped my gift early!“ He unhooked her belt and pulled her skirt off then undid her garter belt. Next was her nylons and cape. All that was left was her simple cotton white panties. He looked at them and saw the dark triangle mound of her pussy. He slid them off slowly watching the hair of her dark red bush appear. In no time, she was nude and totally at his mercy. “Not so cocky now huh bitch, smart ass bitch.” The mob boss sat up and grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her face up close enough to punch her. Her head snapped back and dropped on the pillow, blood dripping out both corners of her mouth. “Yea, all cocky, yea, I told you you was a dead cunt, and ima hurt you real bad.” He looked at her mask and peeled it up and off. He didn’t recognize her and replaced it. “If I took it off, ya just be another cunt, but with it on, you’re the fucking caped dead cunt that pissed me off.” Tony climbed off the bed and rummaged through the drawers and found several scarves and tied her wrist and ankles to the bronze bed frame. “Cant have you getting angry at me when I fuck you.” He opened a bottle of Champagne and upended the bottle and drank, then poured some on her face. She stirred and moaned, pulling against the bindings but was still groggy. He finished the bottle, raised it and smashed it across her head. The bottle shattered and glass flew everywhere. Her head bled profusely on the pillow and she moaned and cried out in pain. “Awake now bitch?” Americana gradually opened her eyes to see Tony looking down at her, she also realized in shock she was nude. “Hi bitch, you think I am going to let a vamp like you bust on me?” She felt the blood trickle down her neck and her head was throbbed. “Let me loose you fucking sick goon, let me free, Ill show you an ass busting!” Tony laughed and pinched a nipple hard and twisted it. She let out a scream and tried to pull away. He twisted and gripping the nipple, pulled her to him. He leaned down to her face and started to kiss her face, lips and neck, Americana twisted to avoid him but couldn’t. Tony’s hand slithered down her belly and he found her thick bush. His fingers pushed through the course hair and forced themselves between her legs. Americana felt the intrusion and pulled against the scarves with all her might, but her power belt, the source of her strength and invulnerability was across the room, she could do nothing. She felt a surge of electricity through her body as Tony rubbed her clit. Americana closed her eyes and tried to fight the feeling, but the shear thought of a man touching her there excited her. “Mmmm someone’s getting wet, nice and slippery, good, ya gonna need it.” He leaned back and Americana gasped in horror. She had never seen a man nude, and his cock was immense. She lost all thought of how good his touch felt, she was terrified now. “Tony, this is rape, and you can and will do time, I’m sorry about the train and scaring you!” Colusumo moved his head and took a large pink nipple in his mouth sucking on it. He sucked hard and pulled up letting the nipple make a pop sound when he released it. “Yea sorry now, bitch I haven’t started yet, we have all night, then I may call some of the boys to have some fun.” She never thought of being raped when she decided to be a heroine, she wanted to bring justice to the weak, not get…raped. Tony grabbed her tits and kneaded and squeezed them. He sucked and chewed on her nipples all the time rubbing her clit. She cried out in pain when he bit a nipple or rubbed her clit roughly but she was losing control, she could feel an something inside her burning. She closed her eyes and concentrated. “No, I wont, it feels so good, he is raping me, but it feels so good, no, no!” She cried out and pushed her hips up from the bed as a colossal orgasm gripped her body. Tony laughed and stopped touching her licking his fingers. “See, your just like any other dame, rub em right and they fall to pieces. He climbed on the bed and on top of Americana sucking some more on her nipples. She was stunned at how weak she was, she was dizzy and could barely move. Then she came to reality fast as Tony positioned himself to fuck her. She yelled in panic and tried to close her legs. “Tony, please no, I’m begging you please, I’m..I’m a virgin, I want to save it for someone special, I’m begging you god no!” Tony stopped moving and looked in her eyes watching the tears roll down her mask. He sighed and fell on her shoving his cock inside her. She shrieked in agony and pulled at her binds so much she bled. Colosumo felt her tender hymen rip as he slid all ten inches into her up to his balls. She screamed in pain with every thrust. “NO GET OUT OF ME, GET OUT OF MY BODY, YOU MONSTER, THAT WAS MINE, MY VIRTUE!” Tony just laughed louder and shoved in her deeper. She could feel him slamming her uterus making her feel sick. He grunted and held the bed frame for leverage, pounding in her harder. He could feel the warm vaginal blood and her own lubrication and he listened to the wet sucking noise his cock made. She cleared her eyes of tears long enough to see his face, he was grunting and drooled on her. “Please, not in me, you’ve broke me, I’m nothing, please not inside me, on me, in my mouth, not in me.” Tony grunted and moaned harder and his pace quickened as he began to orgasm. “Fu…fu…fuck you bitch, its all yours, maybe…maybe I will knock you up, be fucking funny a city hero all fat and pregnant…ARHGGGG!” Colusumo thrust in her brutally and shot load after load of sperm rich cum inside her unprotected womb. All Americana could do was scream and cry. He seemed to cum for ever, his moans and groans in her ear. He slowly fell on her gasping and panting. “Not bad cunt, and now you can always have in your mind, it was me who broke your cherry.” Americana lay there looking at the ceiling feeling his cock shrink inside her. “I’m going to kill you Tony.” Colusumo rolled off her and stretched his body smiling at the tingle he felt from cumming. He dressed and walked to the dock motioning the goons to go have fun. Both ran on board and stripped in the hall before they entered the room. Americana saw them and screamed, again pulling on the scarves. Moose laughed and grabbed her hair pulling her face up and kissed her. She pulled away and bit his lip. “Fucking twist, damn you!” He slapped her across the face, then grabbed her again and kissed her. Carlo untied her ankles and forced them up to Moose who grabbed and held them. He smiled and pushed two fingers in her asshole. Americana screeched at the pain and couldn’t breathe with her legs up so high. “Carlo, fuck her ass, fuck her!” The goon positioned himself and shoved his cock inside her rectum. “NOOOOOOOOOOO ARGH NO STOP GOD NO!” Moose laughed and slapped her harder again. “Shut up bitch, I’m next.” Both men worked on her for hours, cum squirting inside her, on her face, in her mouth. When they finished, she leaned over crying and gagged spitting out mouthfuls of cum and blood. Tony came back on board and went in another part of the boat and pulled the cork off a dark brown glass bottle. He poured some of the contents onto a old rag and carried it back in to her. She saw the rag and began to scream again, struggling and twisting her face. Tony held the rag on her mouth and nose and she gradually past out from the chloroform. He then walked off the boat and down to the sewer control room and a phone. “Yea Mister Filipo, I got her, yea ima bump her off in a while, don’t worry.” He hung up the phone then flipped the receiver hook several times to get the operator. “Yea toots, ring the Excelsior Hotel, please…Hey Mook, get your truck and meet me at the sewer road, I gots a package to haul.” Chapter Four, For a Ride An hour passed by until the truck arrived Tony had arranged. A huge fat man climbed out and waddled to Tony. “Hey boss what’s the load, booze, drugs, I brought the biggest truck.” Colusumo motioned for Mook to follow him and they both went on board the boat. Mook whistled when he saw Americana nude on the bed still tied up unconscious. “Shit boss you fuck that, she is one sweet tomato!” Tony collected her clothes and other items and put them all in her cape and picked it up. “Mook untie her and bring her to the truck, and if she starts to wake up…kill her.” Tony threw the cape in the truck and Mook tossed Americana in with a sickly thud. Colusumo motioned for Mook to get in the back of the truck also. “I aint got no money to pay ya Mook, but…you can have her until we reach the back roads.” Mook smiled and struggled to get his fat body in the truck. The ride was rough and Mook found himself hanging on to ropes and hooks in the back of the truck. He clutched a handful of red hair and dragged the fallen heroine to the back and wasted no time digging out his hard cock and kicked her legs apart. He got on all fours and positioned himself over her pussy and shoved it in. It took him a while but finally pushed his cock inside her pussy. His fat rolled over her as he drove his dick in and out of her small body. He didn’t last long, her pussy was wet and tight around his small cock. He screeched and shook in a spasm spurting cum inside her womb. He rolled off her and crawled up to her head and squeezed the last drops of cum on her face. The truck stopped and Tony climbed in just as Mook zipped his trousers. “Thanks Tony, she’s nice, what now?” Colusumo pulled her cape over and rolled her on it on top of her clothes, then wrapped it around her. “Get an end, help me get her to the lake edge.” The two carried Americana in darkness to the edge of a small lake and dropped her. Tony then walked back to the truck and returned with a Tommy gun. “Do you have to Tony, she’s a nice piece of ass, make a good flapper dancer?” Tony ignored the fat man and opened fire emptying the machine gun. Americana jittered and shook from the bullets, her body jumped and fell. Tony and Mook left. Chapter Five, World at a End The sound of water stirred Americana awake. She bit by bit opened her eyes to see the her cape wrapped around her. With pain and effort, she sat up, the cape falling open to see a small lake and a man in a fishing boat staring at her. She looked around her and saw her boot and a hundred rounds of 45 ammo. In her hand she clutched her Power Belt. She looked at the fisherman and for some reason got angry. “You need to gawk rag-a-muffin, get lost!” The man quickly grabbed the oars of his boat and paddled away. She got to her feet and could feel and smell the dried cum all over her body. Remembering the night Americana fell to her knees and collected a scoop full of lake water and washed her face as she cried. “I cant do this, I lost one of the things I most cherished, something to give a man when I married, I’m nothing more then a flapper a whore.” As she cried, her anger rose and she knew she had one thing to do, destroy Filipo and Colusumo. Americana strained but got to her feet and dressed. Keeping to the back roads and hiding from sight, she made her way to Miracle Pictures, her employer and where she lived. Greta saw her in the tree line and ran out with a wool blanket and wrapped her. “Baby, what happened to you, shit, you look like death warmed over?” Americana walked with her holding her tight still crying, sobbing, explaining what had happened. They entered a small trailer where both lived and Greta pulled a cork off a glass bottle of milk and poured a small glass. Americana pulled off her mask and looked in a mirror at her face. The Power Belt had healed her and she was as beautiful as ever but, it couldn’t heal her memories. Clara Hurst wiped the tears form her face and drank the milk in one gulp. “The belt, it saved me, I swear my mom was right, it does different things for who ever controls it. She said with her she could read minds so she made her fortune in Vaudeville, and with me, wow, I am strong and nothing can hurt me!” Greta sat and patted her hand trying to calm her down. “Baby, you have to stop, so the belt is twenty three skidoo so what, your gonna get yourself killed, I mean baby…he raped you.” Clara walked unsteady to her bed and stripped off her costume. “I’m not stopping till Colusumo and Filipo are finished, and their organization gone. I know what I need to do, I need to fight as mean as them, but I need sleep, god my body hurts.” Tony walked in the speakeasy “Nightlife” with a hooker named Patty on his arm. The music was blasting from Milt Fromer and his orchestra and “Bone Yard Shuffle” was the song. Tony spun the hooker in a dance move and released her motioning her to get lost. Sitting at a table was Lou Filipo and several other mob leaders, Tony sat and ordered a drink. “So Tony, you took care of the dame, the flag bitch?” Colusumo smiled and patted his crotch. “Yea, she was nice, gave her the one two, a fuckin virgin at that, then I chopped her at the lake.” Lou laughed and gulped a whiskey slamming the shot glass on the table. “You mother fucker, so ya fucked her, shit, I should a went with ya, a fuckin virgin, shit.” A cigarette girl walked among the patrons and maneuvered to the table of the mob bosses. Lou saw the big titted blonde and signaled her to come over. The woman leaned down, showing Lou her ample bosom and also the selection of cigars in her carry box. “Gimme a cigar baby, a Cuban.” He then ran his hand over her firm ass waiting for the Punch brand cigar to be clipped. She clipped the end of the cigar and lit a wooden match slipping the cigar in his mouth She then lit the cigar and walked off. Lou smoked and puffed the cigar and made a funny face. “Taste like shit, damn broad gave me a stale one, he dropped the cigar in the ashtray and continued to watch the band and the flappers. The cigar girl walked to the kitchen and a store room tossing the carry box on a crate and pulled off the blonde wig. Her red mane fell to her shoulders and her cocktail outfit fell to the floor next. It was time for Americana to bring the fight to the mob. Lou felt sick, his stomach churned and he was going to puke. He stood and moved to the rest room and just made it in time to vomit in a toilet. The toilet attendant left not wanting to anger the mob boss. Behind him, Lou felt someone watching, standing over him. “Who the fuck is there, leave me alone I’m sick.” A hand grabbed him and lifted him up, and across the bathroom, hitting a wall. Before him stood Americana smiling and wiping her hands off with a towel. “Hi Lou, we haven’t met, by the way your bus boy Tony is next, so when I am done, you tell him like a good messenger Ok?” Lou pulled a revolver out of his coat and shoved it against her right tit. The gun fired and the round hit and fell to the floor. “Holy shit, what the fuck?” Americana took the revolver and crushed it and his hand as well. Lou screeched in pain and tried to drop the gun but the metal was now wrapped around his hand. Americana grasped his collar and hurled him through the door and out into the club. All the patrons screamed and the band stopped seeing the mob boss fly in the air and smash into the mirror ball. Tony and several other men drew guns and tossed tables over for cover. Lou fell to the floor bleeding and screaming. “Its that flag broad, you fucking idiot Tony YOU TOLD ME YOU ICED HER!” Tony ran in the bathroom gun drawn but found no one, just a mess. “Moose, Rocko, get your choppers, she cant be far, I want the cunt DEAD!” Rocko ran out the back door and looked up and down the alley. All he could see was an old Chrysler and a cat running in the distance. He glanced back in the club and failed to notice the Chrysler was now in the air flying at him. He turned just long enough to cry. “Oh mother f…” The car crushed him against the wall. Americana walked from the shadows and back into the club. She walked into the kitchen and saw Tony holding a gun on a police officer who was on his knees. “Ok bitch I don’t know how ya survived the fucking machine gun but this bull is history if you don’t give up!” Americana stood still watching the cop beg for his life. She brought her arms up and surrendered. “Ok Tony let the cop go, you win.” She didn’t have a chance to stop the hand which, holding a rag of chloroform, pressed against her lips, knocking her out. Tony laughed and helped up the cop up to his feet shaking his hand. “Dumb broad, I own the cops, they is my friends.” Moose stood behind her dropping the rag on her face. “She killed Rocko, should I cap her?” Tony patted the cop on the shoulder and moved to the unconscious Americana. “Nah, I think little bitch here needs a lesson in pain, get her and toss her in the truck, she needs to meet Vito. Tony rode in the back of the truck with Moose watching her to make sure she didn’t wake up. The truck arrived at a garage and both men heaved the heroine to the ground with a thud. A huge man, massive, lumbered out of the shop carrying a tire iron looking at the men. “Hi Tony, Moose, what’s up, what’s this dressed like a flag?” Tony kicked the unconscious woman and shook hands with Vito, his hand vanished in the mans maw. “Vito, this is one pain in my fucking ass, she hurt Lou, and caused us to lose a lot of money, I want you to fuck this bitch up, then bury her. I need to get to the hospital to check Lou, you do good, you will make Lou happy, you know that means a job with the syndicate.” Vito reached down and grabbed Americana’s wrist and dragged her in the shop. “You tell Lou I hope he gets better, I’ll deal with this bitch.” Tony and Moose left in the truck and Vito tossed Americana into the garage watching her slam into a wall. He rolled her over with his boot and grabbed her belt and yanked it off tossing it across the room. She moaned and stirred reaching out for his hand as he clutched the corset and ripped it open, then off. Her enormous tits bounced violently from his attack. Her skirt and nylons where next shredding them as he stripped her. In no time she lay nude on the dirty floor gradually waking up. Chapter Six, Beating Vito turned the “on” knob on a large wooden radio sitting in a nearby office. “Tea for Two” played and Vito turned it up loud, he knew she would be screaming soon. Americana tried to stand and fell down to all fours and shook her head to clear it. Vito reared back and kicked her on the side so hard, he lifted her in the air. She grunted and fell on her back gulping air and holding her side. Vito grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet just long enough to punch her in the face. Everything spun and her head snapped backwards, her mouth spewing blood. She fell backwards across a work bench and landed in a pile of rags. “Please, please, who, why…?” Vito filled his hand with her hair and hauled her to her feet again and pulled back to hit her. Americana blocked the swing and brought her foot up between the giants legs. Vito fell groaning to his knees and looked up to see the heroine jump in the air and bring her fist down on his nose breaking it. “Ok, no more Miss nice hero, you want to dance ok, we dance.” She spun on her heel and round house kicked him across his jaw making him spit blood and a tooth. He fell over but she did not expect him to use the momentum and he swept her feet out from under her. She fell hard and lost all the air in her lungs. He stood and brought a massive foot up and slammed it on her thigh breaking her leg. She screeched in agony, grabbing the leg and rolling away from him. “Fucking cunt, you hit me, me?” Vito snatched her bad leg and twisted it back and forth. Americana screamed and tried to grab him but he was to big. He could hear the bone crunching and it made him laugh. She screamed over and over but got control just long enough to reach back and poke Vito in the throat. He jumped backwards yelling and rubbing his neck. She looked everywhere for her belt but couldn’t see it. Her costume was in pieces all over, but her belt was no where. Americana rolled on her belly and tried to crawl away to the office to at least lock a door between them but he grabbed her bad leg again and dragged her screaming back to him. He yelled in anger and put his knee in the small of her back and hooked his hand under her chin. With a grunt, he yanked her head up and broke her back, snapping her spine with a sick crack. Americana lost feeling in her lower body and lay there in shock. She could move her arms, but she was paralyzed from the waist down. Vito let her head go and grabbed her hips, pulling her to him. She could do nothing but listen as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his dick, then wiped his hand in her hair. Americana cried realizing she had lost, it was over, with no legs, she was destine for a wheel chair and living a life of a invalid. She felt nothing as Vito thrust his dick into her body, violated her as Tony had. Vito pounded her for what felt like forever, pulling her body all over the garage. He rolled her over so she looked at him and he smiled sticking his cock back in her. He fucked her for another hour then stiffened and let out a low moan, thrusting in her deep, he shot squirt after squirt of white jizz inside her body. She was about to give up and figure he was done, now she will die, when she saw they where under a truck lifted in the air to be worked on. Next to her hand was the lift control which she grabbed and switched to lower. Vito didn’t see the truck slowly dropping on them both. She grabbed his ears and pulled his head to her. “If I live a life missing my legs you miss something too.” Americana pushed both her thumbs in his eyes popping them. Vito screamed and pushed her hands away grabbing the empty sockets where his eyes should be. Americana rolled over and pulled herself out from under him. She crawled just out enough to hear him get crushed. Vito yelled then screamed an ear piercing scream but all Americana could hear was all his bones breaking. She pulled herself to a corner and her hand felt the belt. The moment she touched it, feeling blasted back into her legs. “Thank you mom.” It took several hours for the belt to heal her, then she put on a old pair of coveralls and walked into the office. She heard the radio playing a news flash about Babe Ruth collapsing due to an ulcer and she laughed. “An ulcer, you see what I just went through, an ulcer jeez!” She found the phone and had the operator ring Greta so she could pick her up. In an hour Americana was home in her trailer getting her other costume and cracking her knuckles getting ready to deal with Tony. Colusumo put on his coat and hat and bid Lou farewell. Filipo had to have his hand amputated and was still in shock about the news. The nurse walked in as Tony exited and began to prepare a sponge bath for the injured boss. Lou looked up at her and his eyes widened in horror, it was her, it was Americana. He went to yell but she grabbed his throat and squeezed just enough to make him gasp. “Look’s like you lost something. Well no more jacking your weenie huh?” She let his neck go and smiled as he calmed down. “Your life as you know it is over bitch, you don’t understand, this is a big organization your taking on, we have bootleg booze, hookers, speakeasy’s you dumb broad, what you think you are?” She smiled and pulled off the nurse outfit and wig. “Me, I am the wrench in your gears, I am the woman who turned that baby grand you call Vito into a pile of mush. You can make your money off the coffin varnish you call booze but I will be there every time I can stopping you.” Lou glared at her and pointed a stub where his hand should be. “You fucking dumb dora, your dead, I swear I will do it myself!” Americana pushed the bed release with her boot. Now the bed could be rolled around and she pushed him towards the large window. “Actually Lou, your going on a trip but remember, its not the fall that kills you, it’s the sudden stop.” Tony sat in his Chrysler trying to remember the number to Vito’s Garage so he could check up on his progress. He started the car and put it in gear then screamed when a bed crashed into the roof of his car making it collapse, snapping his neck, killing him instantly. Americana hopped off the bed which she had rode down. “He just couldn’t stand the ride down, it was nice looking at his face the whole way.” She walked into the night humming “Tea for Two”