************************************************************************************* Mastermind ************************************************************************************* 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, bondage murder and rape Part One Chapter One, Witness Ms Americana sat in her red white and blue sports car waiting for a detachment of police to arrive. In the car with her sat Mary Wilcox, who was under her protection until such time as she would testify against Lou Manetti, mob boss and murderer. Americana had moved Mary from one safe house to another and now was the time to transfer her to the police so she could testify in the morning. “It will all be over soon Mary, when you finish testifying, the government will move you to a safe location.” Mary sighed and smiled slightly, she was 18 and felt it unfair she had to be stuck under police and superhero protection. “I just want this over, I haven’t seen my friends and everyone had gone to Florida for spring break and me…I am here going to court.” Americana smiled and patted her shoulder. Soon, very soon, ya know I may know someone who could maybe pay your way to Florida.” Mary perked up at that proposition, now she smiled and wanted to get to court. Both saw the large police van pull behind the Metro Police station where they sat. As it stopped, instead of police, three men dressed in jeans and black sweat shirts jumped out of the vehicle. Ms Americana climbed out of her car and leaned back in. “Don’t get out, there isn’t anything can damage this car, just relax.” Mary was now nervous and hugged her knees as Americana closed the door. The men saw her approaching and stood in the shadows, all appeared to be unarmed and waiting for her to make a move. She moved into the light so they could see her and put her hands on her ample hips. “Identify yourselves, your not police, and I am in no mood for games!” All three moved on her at once but Americana was waiting for an attack. She shoulder rolled out of the way of two of them and brought a kick to the groin of the third. He doubled over and fell to the side groaning. She continued the roll and popped back to her feet ready. One attacker had spun on his heels and dove at her. She side stepped him and swung a chop down on his neck making him scream in pain. The third attacker tackled Americana and knocked her to the asphalt making her gasp as she hit head first. Both remaining men jumped on as well and rained down punches and kicks. The men smiled to each other until the heroine hurled all three in the air and jumped to her feet. She readied herself when another man stepped from the van. This one was dressed in a dark gray business suit and wore round wire glasses. “Enough boys, its her, has to be, she is kicking all your asses.” Ms Americana glared at the man and stayed in her combat stance. “Who are you and what do you want, this is police business and you are interfering!” The well dressed man casually walked towards her and smiled an evil smile. “You must be Ms Americana, I have read so much about you, its an honor to finally meet you. My name is unimportant at present, but the occupant of your garish car is, you will please bring her to me…or else.” Ms Americana laughed and took up her famous hands on hips stance. “Little man, you try my patience, leave while I am still in the mood to let you!” The man slowly brought his right hand up and with a slight motion of his finger made her belt unlatch and fly across the alley into a dumpster. The Queen of Justice looked down in horror and then back at the man. He smiled again and swung his hand gracefully outward toward a wall and Ms Americana hurled in the air and crashed into it head first. She struggled to get up but the man moved his hand again and she found herself again in the air floating. She still couldn’t see straight and shook her head and cleared it just long enough to see a dumpster and a car smash together with her in between. She fell to the ground out cold. The man lit a cigarette and motioned to his men to one of his men to drag her to him. “Hershal, bring her to me, Robert, you and Paul get the girl out of the car and put her in the van.” Hershal grabbed Ms Americana’s boots and dragged her to his boss. Robert and Paul looked and looked and could not find a way into the heroines car. Inside, Mary screamed and moved away from the men. Hershal dropped Americana at his bosses feet, her body covered in cuts and bruises. Paul and Robert returned and reported to their boss about the car. “Mastermind, its locked and we cant figure out how to open it.” Mastermind knelt and grabbed a handful of Ms Americana’s hair and yanked her to him. He shook her head roughly till she woke up, her speech slurred, she was aware of what was going on, but to weak and injured to do anything. “Ms Americana, I want you awake to see this, see what happens when people do not cooperate with me, do my bidding.” Mastermind’s hand rose and he pointed to the patriotic car. The roof suddenly caved in and Mary screamed pushing against it as it slowly sunk. Ms Americana screamed and tried to get up but Mastermind held her in place. “To late hero, to late.” He clenched his fist and the car flattened, all four tires exploded and the car crushed Mary killing her instantly. Ms Americana lay there horrified, she couldn’t talk, all she could do was watch the cars liquids mix with blood. Mastermind stood and released her. He walked to the van and flicked the cigarette butt to the side. “Have fun with her, then leave her, she can tell all what happened and what will happen if I am crossed.” He climbed in the van and drove off. Chapter Two, Cum fest Paul grabbed her hair and wrenched her onto her back while Robert grabbed her legs. Hershal unzipped his jeans and pulled out his ten inch cock. “Hold her still she’s a fighter, and I want to enjoy this.” Ms Americana screamed and tried to seize Paul and hit him but he caught her wrists and held them to the ground. Hershal dropped to his knees and hooked a finger between her massive tits grabbing the bra and pulled it off with a snap. Two huge tits rolled and jiggled under Hershal’s eyes. “Holy shit look at those fucking jugs, EE’s or maybe an F!” He grabbed one with two hands and squashed it watching the skin push between his fingers. “Its like a fucking huge water balloon!” Robert put a knee on one of her boots to free a hand and he pulled her panties down and off. He gaze at her perfect triangle of hair and slid a finger inside her. Ms Americana yelled and kicked Robert in the stomach. He grunted and grimaced in anger, with his free hand, he drew back and punched her in the pussy as hard as he could. Americana cried in agony, then screamed again as Hershal bit her nipple drawing blood. He laughed and grabbed the other tit and did the same. Paul dug out his cock and holding it, started to slap her face with it. She screamed in pain and anger trying to push them off but she was weak and getting weaker, Robert began to lick her clit. Paul clutched her head and twisted it to so she faced him, her face a look of agony. He forced her mouth open and shoved his dick in making her gag. Robert licked her clit and pulled her pussy lips apart. He pushed his finger in deep and twirled it around making her wet. “Ooooo little miss hero is getting wet!” Hershal jumped on her belly making Ms Americana lose her breath. The rapist stuck his cock between her gigantic breasts and began to tit fuck her. “God guys you have to fuck these tits, shit its like heaven!” Ms Americana gagged again and had no choice but to bite down on Paul’s cock. He yelped and pulled it out rubbing it. Hershal laughed at him, pointing to teeth marks on his cock. Paul was not laughing, he dug in his pocket and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. “Bite me bitch…bite this!” Paul took hold of her head and punched her face over and over. He laughed as she gasped for air with each smash from his fist. “Bite me huh, fucking cunt, bite me?” In no time, his fist was covered in blood. He then shoved his cock back in her mouth and pounded her throat. Hershal stood and kicked Robert from between her legs and positioned himself to fuck her. “Never fucked a super hero before, hope she is on the pill!” He leaned forward and thrust his cock in her up to his balls. Ms Americana was almost unconscious, her face throbbed and she could taste blood in her mouth. She groaned in between cock thrusts from Paul, her pussy was being stretched much to wide. Hershal hissed as he felt the oven hot silky soft pussy walls wrap around his dick. “Oh shiiit this is fucking unreal, she is like a fucking inferno, and she is fucking back, damn hot cunt!” Ms Americana, injured as she was, pushed against Hershal’s cock. She was in serious pain and it felt good, she needed to feel good, maybe if she cooperated, they would make a mistake and she would have a chance to escape. Her concentration was broke by the salty taste of Paul’s semen mixing with blood. The assailant grunted and squirted shot after shot of cum in her mouth. “Arghhhh uh ah ah yess, fucking yes!” Robert smiled and pushed Hershal over so she was on top. He then squatted behind her and stuck his cock in her ass. “Nooooo, stop nnooo it huuurrrtttsss, not in there!” She screamed. Robert ignored her cries and pushed and pushed until his had his dick in her. Ms Americana gradually lost conscious. The men felt her pass out and laughed together, both men fucking her in both her holes. They started a rhythm and pounded back and forth to make sure they got the deepest they could. It was Robert who was first, his cock being crushed by Americana’s anus. He squealed and grunted loud pushing in as deep as her tight butt hole would let him. His cock spurt white cum deep in her rectum squirting on her ass cheeks as he pulled out. He fell over laughing and wiping his dick off with his hand. “Hell yes I fucked Ms Americana in the ass, that’s some bragging rights!” Hershal rolled her back over and started to slam in her pussy as hard as he could. “I’m…cummmmmiinngg, oh shit arghhh!” He pulled out of her and quickly grabbed her hair. He shot stream after stream of sticky semen across her face, splattering her lips. White lines of thick goo dripped down her chin. Robert and Paul adjusted their clothing and walked back to the street to get a cab. Hershal got his arms under Ms Americana’s armpits and dragged her to a street light. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, opening them and hooking them on his belt. He lifted her and handcuffed her to the street light half standing, half hanging over. He grinned and held her head up and with one swift move, pulled off her cum coated mask. “Well you’re a looker, don’t know who you are but when the police find you, they will know who you are I bet.” He dropped the mask and left. Chapter Three, Got Gal Ms Americana began to move, she tried to opened her eyes and discovered her right eye wouldn’t open, it was swelled shut. Her jaw throbbed and her nose was bleeding. She also realized she was nude and unmasked. She tried to open her mouth and pain shot through he body. She pulled against the handcuffs and yelled in frustration at the fact she would be seen soon and everyone would know her identity. Got Gal rocketed over head and glanced down to see her friend secured to a light pole behind police headquarters. She spun in the air and landed behind the patriotic hero. “Looks like you need some help, um kind a cold out to be nakee don’t you think?” Americana fell forward as Got Gal broke the chains holding the cuffs together. Omega moved like lightning and caught her before she hit the ground. “Ill take you to Doctor Hurst’s place, he can fix you.” Ms Americana motioned to the dumpster and tried to stand. “My belt, get my belt, don’t leave it.” As she looked at the alley, she saw her car and began to sob lightly. Got Gal retrieved her belt and latched it on her, she could see she was crying. “Is the car that important?” Ms Americana now strengthened by her belt stood and staggered somewhat. “Mary died in it and I am a agent of the law and all its purity, but I may kill the man who did this, I swear.” Got Gal flew Americana to Doctor Hurst’s home and dropped her off, he would tend to her injuries. Ms Americana trusted him and that’s all she needed to know. She had been given all the information on this “Mastermind” and she knew boss Manetti had some involvement in the death of Mary Wilcox and she would visit the mob boss and question him. Mastermind sat sipping coffee at Starbucks with Hershal and Robert both relaxing after a hard night beating Ms Americana. Paul had gone to Lou Manetti’s home to collect the money for the hit on Mary Wilcox and he was due to arrive shortly. “Mastermind, wont kicking that Americana’s ass get the other hero bitches pissed?” Mastermind smiled from the mist that surrounded his face from the coffee. “Yes Robert, I hope it does, they are a bump in the road, and I am the steamroller, they will be removed.” The quiet moment was interrupted as a white van screeched past them, the door opened and Paul wrapped in barbwire was tossed out. Mastermind stood quickly and in a rage grabbed the van with his mind and stopped it. The driver smashed through the windshield and slid on the road several hundred feet. The passenger jumped from the van and opened fire with a M-16 assault rifle. All the rounds flew at Mastermind and stopped in mid air, then dropped to the street. Mastermind was livid, his hand lifted and the assailant rose above the ground screaming. “Let me the fuck go, motherfucker, you fucking coward, give me a chance to fight you!” Mastermind looked at Paul, dead, and walked to the man in the air. “Where is Boss Manetti?” The man laughed and gave him the finger, he struggled and spit at Mastermind. “He is a lot of places, all over, everywhere!” Mastermind smiled and flexed his hand, the attacker screamed as his arms, legs and head separated and flew in different directions. “Good…join him.” Got Gal, landed in the grass behind Lou Manetti’s mansion, a plush home in Delta Hills. She casually walked to armed guard and punched him on top of the head. The guard dropped to the ground out cold. She continued to stroll the grounds, looking in windows and doorways. She came across a window and smiled as she watched Lou Manetti pounding a woman, who was screaming for him to stop. Manetti was fucking her in the ass and was not being gentle, she was screaming and clawing at the pillow she hugged to her face. Got Gal wondered if she should interrupt and really anger the mob boss or just let him finish, she decided to bug him. Manetti groaned and his balls ached, he had held back getting off as long as he could. The whore he had got downtown was good but she was getting bored and her dirty talk had turned into dull fake moans. He decided to cum and boot the bitch out, get a drink and call it a night. He felt the orgasm building and he pumped harder, the slapping sound echoed through the room. Just when he was about to cum, she screeched and vanished. He opened his eyes and saw a woman in white spandex holding the whore by her arm in the air. He rolled off the bed and grabbed his gun, pointing it at the intruder. “Who the fuck are you, you interrupting my love making and dress like a nut?” Got Gal tossed the whore out the window to the pool and moved into the light. “Put the gun down or I will put it where the pathologists will never find it.” Manetti smiled and put the gun on the end table, pushing the alert button hidden on the bed table lamp. “So who the fuck are you, some superhero. I’m sort of new to your fine town and I am not familiar with all the ho’s in it.” Got Gal walked slowly to Manetti and grasped the collar of his pajama top lifting him in the air. “I am Got Gal, and right now if I where you, I wouldn’t piss me off.” Manetti smiled, looking down at her also seeing two of his men quietly sneak in the room. She was caught of guard as one tackled her causing Manetti to fall to the floor. The second goon jumped on her as well both punching and kicking her. Manetti got to his feet and cheered his men on. “Yea kick the bitches ass, fuck the cunt up but don’t kill her!” Then unexpectedly, both men where hurled off and into the air. One crashed through the door they had come in the other bounced off the ceiling and landed on the floor in a heap. Manetti watched her get to her feet uninjured, he nearly lost his cigar from his lips. “Jesus who the fuck are you anyway?” Got Gal stood and fixed her casually fixed her costume. “I am Got Gal, and you obviously where stupid enough to come to a town and not know its enforcers of the law.” Manetti smiled an foul grin, his cigar bobbed as he laughed. “Yea dumb bitch that’s why I hired Carlos and Jack.” Got Gal was taken by surprise, one man grabbed her Got gem and yanked it off her bosom, the other held a chloroform rag on her face. She inhaled in shock getting a full dose of the agent in her lungs. She immediate got dizzy and fell to her knees. Manetti clutched a handful of her hair and leaned her head back. “See cunt, I don’t go anywhere without hiring the local help, makes the unions happy.” Jack tossed the gem across the room and kicked her in the head. Got Gal fell to the floor out cold, Carlos dropped the rag and laughed at her. “Told ya boss, this bitch is Got Gal, she is super fucking strong but take the rock from her and gas her, she is nothing!” Manetti brought his foot against her shoulder and rolled her over with a kick. Nice rack, I may partake later, until now strip her and take her down to the rest of the boys, give em a treat on me.” Carlos unzipped her boots and yanked them off then reached up and slid off her panties. He panted and drooled when he saw her beautiful triangle of blonde pussy fur. Jack violently ripped her bra off, her huge tits jiggling from the action. “Shit look at the size of those cans, whew!” Manetti interrupted the men just before they where going to pick her up. He grinned and ran his hands over her big tits and pussy. Yea, Ill get some later, you take her and get the boys to soften her up. He took the cigar from his mouth and pushed the ember against the bottom of one of her feet. She groaned and moved somewhat, her face in doped up pain. Jack could smell the odor of burning skin and smiled, he liked it when his boss got crazy. Manetti stood and motioned for the boys to get her out.