Ms Americana: Mission to Harrowsville
by Johnnie Tu-Phat
Part One
In his office, Delta City Mayor Morgan asked Commissioner Bordon, “Do you think she’ll take this assignment? After all, Harrowsville is out of our jurisdiction.”
A knock at the door, and Ms Americana strode in, acknowledged the two, and sat in one of the large brown leather chairs across from Mayor Morgan.
Americana looked her usual magnificiant self. She was wearing her famous outfit. A red, white, and blue star-spangled bikini top holding back well-rounded 44DD breasts. Her star-spangled bikini bottom covering perfectly-shaped hips and buttocks. A blue and white mask hiding that beautiful face. Red calf boots with stiletto heels encasing powerful, long legs. Red gloves covering strong hands and forearms. Tiara in place on her head. Her golden power belt around her tiny, powerful waist.
Mayor Morgan couldn’t help but pause and stare for a few moments at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He finally spoke, “Thanks to you, Americana, Delta City has had little criminal activity for many months. The chief and I are now requesting you take on an unusual assignment.”
Americana knew the proposed assignment must be important. She was rarely asked to meet both the mayor and the police commissioner.
Commissioner Bordon explained, “Dirkus Dinzi is out of prison, and he has created a Wrestling Federation called M.O.F., which stands fpr ‘Masculinius Over Femininus.’ He is headquartered in nearby Harrowsville. Dinzi specializes in pitting male thugs and bullies against helpless female opponents, and calling these fiascos legitimate wrestling matches.”
Americana bristled with outrage. “How disgusting!”
Commissioner Bordon continued, “Dirkus Dinzi is a shrewd, money-crazy and dangerous con artist. He is making big money by holding matches every Saturday. Three of his wrestlers are pitted against three women. We believe the women are inmates rented to Dinzi by some unsavory warden of a women’s prison.”
Mayor Morgan said, “The Mayor of Harrowsville is begging us for help. The town is out of our jurisdiction. You are his only hope to clean up this scum operation.”
“Don’t worry. I will rid Harrowsville of this Dirkus Dinzi, and his little enterprise.”
“Another matter, Americana. The commissioner and I have been discussing…your…outfit. For your own safety, we suggest…”
“Commissioner Bordon and I have had this conversation before. No need to…” she answered.
“Americana, if I were a ‘bad guy,’ I would be quite tempted to…” Mayor Morgan offered.
“What?” Americana demanded.
“Forget it. We do appreciate your crime-fighting work… outfit and all.”
Americana left the Mayor’s office. As she made her way to her apartment, the beautiful crimefighter thought “ I have a sure-fire plan to destroy M.O.F.”
*****
The following day, Ms Americana was driving her white, high-powered sports car en route to Harrowsville. It was a two-hour drive through a little-travelled two-lane road.
About half way, the road passed a sign saying ‘Harrows Countyline.’ The road changed from pavement to a dusty red-dirt road that passed a service station.
Needing some gasoline, Americana pulled into ‘Big Red’s Stop.’ Stepping outside her white sports car, she strode over to the pump. Coming outside the rough-looking bar next to the service station were three men, a grizzled-looking man in his forties, and his two dirty-looking nephews.
“Hey, Masked Lady! Need some help?” asked Bobo, the older nephew, age of about 22.
“Yeah, Sweet Thing, we may have just what you need” joined in Uncle Lester. “Don’t see many gals dressed like that. You got all the extras.” he laughed.
“Boys, I need a fill-up, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Yeah, little girl. Looks like you need a FILL-UP for sure” sneered Bobo.
The three approached Americana as she started pumping gasoline into her car.
Joey, the quiet of the three put his hand on the superheroine’s right hip. He whispered, “You good at pumpin’?”
She grabbed Joey by the wrist, and gave it a violent twist. “OW! OW !” He backed away.
“Not too neighborly, pretty Butt. You like hurtin’ boys?” Uncle Lester asked.
Joey said, “Let’s go, Uncle Lester. The boys are waitin’ on us. See you later, asshole!”
Americana watched the three as they climbed into a grey full-sized van truck, and drove off.
*****
An hour later later, Ms Americana was in Harrowsville. It was an old industrial town that had seen better days.. High unemployment. A weak city government. A perfect place for someone like Dirkus Dinzi to set up shop.
At the local police station, Americana met Captain Winkle. “We can do nothing with M.O.F. This Dinzi has at least 20 toughs working for him, four times our police force. And he is not breaking any laws.”
Americana thanked the captain, and strode down to M.O.F. headquarters on Lowe Street. She found Dirkus Dinzi in his dingy office, and introduced herself.
Dinzi was an simple-looking man, except for his shifty dark eyes. It was hard to believe he was the man causing so much pain for women inmates. He was unmoved as the beautiful crimefighter told of the harm being done to the female psyche by M.O.F.
Americana added she could legally volunteer to take the place of any set of three women wrestlers on any Saturday evening.
He could not stop her from embarrassing him and M.O.F. This Americana could damage his Federation!
“Then, what kind of deal can we make, Americana?” asked the unscrupulous owner.
“I will take on your famous Nasty Trio this Saturday. If I beat them by pinning each, or by beating each into submission,
you will close down M.O.F. for 6 months.”
“And, if you lose?”
“If I lose…?” Americana puzzled.
“You came here to destroy my operation. If you lose, you agree to let me destroy your operation!”
“What… do you mean?” she asked.
“If you lose, you will surrender your golden power belt to me. The belt will be placed in a SuperSafe Deposit Box at the local bank. The deposit box will not be available to anybody for 6 months. You will continue your crime-fighting duties – with none of your super powers!”
“I can agree to that. I will sign the contract. Now…you know I am going to wear my golden power belt in the Big Match.” Americana studied Dinzi for a reaction.
“My boys will do battle with the famous Ms Americana - while she is in all her splendor!” Dinzi smiled.
“ That is perfect. She will be ready.” Americana also smiled.
*****
The audience of 300 sitting in the Sportatorium were anxious to see the match between the famous Ms Americana of Delta City, and the Nasty Trio, the most famous team managed by Dirkus Dinzi.
Entering the ring was an ugly surprise for Dinzi and his Trio. Old John Stiff was a referee brought from Delta City sent by Mayor Morgan. Known for his strict ring management, Old John would make sure there would be no ‘dirty business!’
“Let me introduce the combatants” Old John announced on the microphone.
“In the black corner is Cutter. At 6 feet and 200 pounds, Cutter is known for using brass knuckles, Cutter has told me he will not do so tonight.”
“Momokok, the African giant, weighs 350 pounds. Just under 6 feet, Momokok is a former African champion.”
“Tojo is the third of the Nasty Trio. At 5 feet 6 inches, and 220 pounds, he has been around for over twenty years. Tojo is a master of judo.”
“In the white corner is the premier crimefighter from Delta City. At 6 feet 1 inch, and 140 pounds, Ms Americana is known for her unusual super powers. A note, friends, Americana is heavily favored to win the Big Match.”
The beautiful superheroine looked magnificent. With her arms folded, she looked confident as she leaned against a turnbuckle near the white corner ring post. Her strong hands gripped her trusty golden power belt around her tiny, powerful waist.
Old John signaled for the Big match to begin.
The bell rang. Cutter stepped to the center of the ring to meet the famous superheroine. America strode to the center of the ring. She jumped high, and drop-kicked Cutter hard, striking him in the chest with the sharp heels of her red boots.
Cutter went down hard. He stood up – just in time to receive a second ferocious drop-kick to the chest. Out through the ropes he
went!
Americana stood, smiling, with her hands on her lovely hips. She looked unbeatable!
Momokok slowly slipped through the ropes.
The audience of 300, including Dinzi sitting at ringside, knew Momokok, huge as he was, was at a disadvantage.
Americana could see Momokok was slow, far from agile. She rushed up to him, and grabbed him in a vise-like headlock. He squealed from the pain like a great wild boar. The African went down on one knee.
Old John kept a sharp eye on Cutter and Tojo.
Suddenly the huge African fell on his face, causing a break in the headlock. He rolled and rolled, until he rolled under the ropes, safe in the black corner away from the superheroine.
Tojo was next to face the powerful beauty. He slipped through the ropes with caution. He walked toward the tall, long-limbed superheroine.
Americana felt it was time to get down to serious business. She blocked the arms of Tojo, who tried to grab her in a headlock. With lightning speed, she jumped behind Tojo, twisting his left arm into a hammer lock.
Slowly, firmly, Americana shoved a grimacing Tojo toward the white corner – away from his two partners.
Safe in the white corner, the 6 foot one inch superheroine began slapping the much shorter Tojo. Then she made a fist out of her right red-gloved hand, and drew back to pound her opponent in the face.
Suddenly someone grabbed Americana by the right wrist. “ No fists! You don’t want to break the rules, Americana,” grumbled Old John Stiff.
She stopped in her tracks, glanced at Old John with a startled look. “Was she about to defile the wrestler’s honor code?” she thought.
In a split second, Tojo threw a mighty judo chop at Americana’s lovely throat. The base of his right hand found it’s mark – on Americana’s windpipe.
Americana was stunned. She stepped back. Unable to catch her breath, she fell to her knees. Seizing the moment, Tojo grabbed a handful of long black hair with his left hand, jerked her lovely head back, and slammed vicious judo chops into her throat.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! …BAM!
The beautiful superheroine toppled backwards onto her lovely back. Long red-booted legs sprawling out. Red gloved hands at her throat.
Power belt and all, the famous crimefighter was in trouble. Little oxygen was reaching her lungs. Tojo fell across her well-endowed torso, pinning her shoulders to the mat.
Old John Stiff bent over, and slowly hit the mat three times, giving the fall to Tojo! Americana lay flat – giving no attempt to buck Tojo off! The bell rang – announcing the end of Round One.
The entire audience was shocked – as well as Dinzi.
Moments later, Americana was leaning in the white corner, rubbing her neck and throat, trying to catch her breath.
Tojo walked to the black corner. Momokok wanted another crack at the famous crimefighter of Delta City. Tojo climbed through the ropes, as the big African bent over to get through the ropes, entering the ring. He waited for the bell to ring.
Someone grabbed the ring post of Americana’s corner, and pulled himself up. Cutter stood behind the superheroine. Following the example of Tojo, Cutter grabbed a handful of Americana’s long black hair, and jerked Americana’s head back. He landed a hard judo chops across the superheroine’s throat. Her body convulsed at this second attack on her throat – again depriving her powerful body of oxygen.
In a neutral corner, Old John Stiff was explaining the “no fists” rule to Dirtie Dinzi.
Noticing Old John had his back to the white corner, Cutter crept through the ropes. Standing in front of his beautiful opponent, Cutter
whispered., “See if your power belt likes this.” Cutter drove his right brass-knuckled fist into her ribs.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Please…no…my ribs” wimpered the superheroine.
A hard swing at that lovely head, and the brass-knuckled fist connected with Americana’s jaw, knocking her through the ropes. Landing hard on her back on concrete floor, her powerful legs flopping in the air, Americana was in pain – as Cutter scurried back through the ropes without been observed by Old John Stiff.
The bell sounded. Momokok sauntered over to Americana’s corner as she was struggling to enter the ring.
Seeing Americana outside the ring, Old John scolded the injured superheroine. “No roaming outside the ring!”
Momokok spoke broken English. “Momokok help you into ring, Pretty Blue Eyes. I show you Special Show. You like.”
The huge African helped his beautiful opponent into the ring, pushed her head down, clasped her around the waist, her long body upside-down, beautiful black hair hanging down, Momokok sat down hard on the mat – driving Americana’s skull into the mat.
The violent landing made the superheroine spasm with pain. The black giant repeated the pile-driver movement. “You like Special Show, Pretty Blue Eyes? See stars!”
Momokok stood up, and looked down at the famous crimefighter who was lying on the mat on her stomach. The big African took aim at her upper back. A leap above her – and 350 pounds of African landed square on her back with both knees! Smashing 44DD’s into the mat. CRACK!
The entire Spotatorium was filled with the horrendous sound – the cracking of Americana’s vertebrae – as Momokok’s crushing knees
popped and re-arranged her entire back - from neck to tailbone!
“OOOH!” cried the beat-up Ms Americana.
Momokok dragged the semi-conscious superheroine by the hair… to the center of the ring.
Old John watched intently. “Well, that is legal, dragging by the hair. But no fists!”
The black giant helped Americana to her feet. She wobbled a step until he, standing behind her, put his big black arms around her head and neck, and began his famous ‘African Death-Grip.’
With vise-like squeeze on her neck and windpipe, Americana flailed her arms frantically in the air – signally her submission.
The bell rang, and the big African released her neck, slamming her violently onto the mat.
Old John Stiff stepped forward. “Ms Americana, you are in hot water. A pin by Tojo. A submission to Momokok. You’re getting
your pretty ass kicked!”
Americana lay still for a few seconds, as the audience tried to comprehend what was happening. With the Nasty Trio grinning from ear-to-ear in the black corner, Old John scratching his bald head, and Dinzi beginning to feel at ease, Americana crawled on hands and knees to the white corner.
The famous superheroine felt her head clearing. She knew her power belt would help her recover, but her back felt out-of-kilter, having been driven into the mat with 350 pounds of black knees, her ribs were bruised, and her head felt woozy from two pile-drivers.
In the white corner, the injured superheroine from Delta City leaned against the ropes, waiting for an attack by Cutter.
As Cutter strode over to Americana, the old referee followed. He was distracted by Dinzi again. “I have one more question.” Old John motioned for Dinzi to step to a neutral corner for a conference.
Cutter stopped in front of Americana. She crouched in a boxer’s pose. “You’re going to get a red-gloved fist in your scowling face.”
“Look, Americana. No brass knuckles. Let’s wrestle fairly for this third round.”
She studied Cutter’s face. He seemed sincere. The two locked hands. He could sense she was regaining her super powers. Quickly he slammed a knee into her bruised ribs. Down she went – wincing on the floor, holding her badly-bruised rib cage.
Americana groaned, “I will never submit to you, you bastard!”
Standing over the aching superheroine, Cutter dropped down, his knees landing on her bruised rib cage. He began a slow, steady rocking motion, boney knees grinding into bruised ribs. Cutter teased her “You are a big shot superheroine. Do something.”
Americana slammed her arms on the mat. “ OH OH! Killing me! Ribs… killing me! I GIVE UP! KILLING MY RIBS!”
The final bell rang.
“That’s it. The match is over. A victory!…by the Nasty Trio” Old John Stiff announced to the audience.
The astonished sudience – in mild shock - began to stream out of the Sportatorium.
Momokok, Tojo, and Cutter celebrated in the center of the ring. They raised arms upward.
!
Dirkus Dinzi climbed through the ropes. “That’s it. No more trouble from Ms Americana, and her Delta City friends. This thing is over!”
Americana rubbed her aching rib cage. In her corner, she cried out “ I protest – no win! I am filing a Formal Protest.”
Old John glared at her, “A Formal Protest? We all saw Cutter rock on your ribs…and you couldn’t take it.”
She continued, “Cutter used some kind of weapon on me.”
“No one saw any kind of weapon.”
“I demand a formal search be made of all combatants. An illegal weapon was used on me!” insisted the superheroine.
“Sorry, Mr. Dinzi. She is allowed that.” Old John said. “Let the rest of the audience leave the premises.”
Minutes go by. “Okay, you three get over in the black corner. I will check your boots, trunks, arm bands. Dinzi, you check out Americana in the white corner. Must be a thorough search to satisfy a Formal Protest. That’s the rules.”
Upset as this delay, the owner of M.O.F. stomped over to Americana.
“Let me check you for weapons, you star-spangled, troublesome bitch.”
Dinzi reached for her mask. “I’ll start with this.” Americana grabbed his wrists. Dinzi was no match for her strength. “Let me unmask you. Either that - or you lose your protest.”
“ANYTHING!… but my mask…” the superheroine pleaded to Dinzi. “I have secret reasons for hiding behind this mask. ANYTHING! …search everywhere - not the mask.”
“Search EVERYWHERE? Alright, Americana. I will show you mercy. Let’s try something … hum…could be fun.”
The owner of M.O.F. reached up for the star-spangled bikini top, and unsnapped the front, and pulled it off – displaying perfect, beautiful 44DD breasts!
Americana put red-gloved hands to her face – guarding her mask.
Dinzi put his thumbs inside her bikini bottom, and pulled down – exposing Americana’s vagina, and all of her long powerful legs. Down further, further, further, and over Americana’s red calf boots. Taking the top and bottom in his right hand, leaving Americana practically naked against the steel ring post – except for her boots, gloves, belt, along with mask and tiara!
Dinzi took a few steps toward the black corner, and tossed the two pieces of clothing towards Old John. “I want these inspected in a lab. They look suspect.”
Old John picked up the two items. “I’ll go to the lab next door. Be back a few minutes.”
Dinzi motioned to Momokok to come over to the white corner to assist. He lumbered over, as Cutter and Tojo watched from the opposite corner. The giant African’s eyes widened at seeing the near-naked Americana. Her skin was silky-white,
glistening with light perspiration.
Dinzi pointed to the two 44DD’s. He reached out with both hands, and grabbed the huge breasts. Kneading them for a few minutes,
he watched the superheroine begin to squirm. Then Dinzi pinched the two beautiful pink nipples, and twisted them.
“OUCH! OH! OHHhhh!” cried the trapped beauty.
Pointing to Americana’s beautiful vagina, Dinzi said to the big African. “ I want that thing checked out. Might be something hiding in there.”
Dinzi grabbed her bare left leg, pulled it up, and over the middle rope. He shoved the defenceless superheroine against the steel ring post, and pulled up her right leg, shoving it over the middle rope on the other side of the post. Americana found herself spread-eagled - inches away from Momokok’s thick penis!
“This is impossible! This is ridiculous!…what is he…?” she complained.
“Bitch, you asked for a ‘formal search.’ We are conducting a search of ALL of you.”
Momoko grunted, as he wrapped a hand around his 10 inch throbbing, black penis, and pressed it against the center of Americana’s two spread-eagled legs – her tight vagina! The giant African’s thick, hard penis struggled against the mouth of the tight vagina. Leaning into the superheroine, he could not enter her vagina. Americana found the strength to withstand the onslaught of the huge penis head.
“He’s trying to RAPE me!” she complained again.
“No, Americana. He just wants to EXPLORE your tight pussy” answered Dinzi.
“I …no get…no get it…” Momokok grumbled. “Pretty Blue Eyes – too strong.”
Dinzi stepped close, and once again grabbed her bare left leg. “Let me try this, part these two legs farther apart.”
He pushed the side of her left knee outward, as Momoko leaned on the left knee – widening the spread-eagled legs.
Americana lost concentration. The huge, thick penis head popped inside her tight vagina! A few inches in, the giant African
announced, “IT GO IN!”
“OOOOHHH. NOOOOOooooo….IN! TOO BIG!…TOO BIG!” Americana cried.
At four inches in, the huge 10 inch penis stopped. “Tight fit.” Momoko began a slow rhythmic motion – sliding in and out.
Slowly the black penis went deeper and deeper in the impaled superheroine.
An inescapable pleasurable excitement began mounting in her inner thighs! “NO….I.. cannot… enjoy this!” she whispered to herself.
Americana tried to stop herself, but she found herself slowly pumping her spread-eagled hips towards the African. Vaginal juices began flowing, lubricating the huge, black penis. Dinzi smiled victoriously – seeing Americana and Momoko pump in unison,
grinding penis into pussy, filling the superheroine’s vaginal chamber to the hilt.
She felt her back against the metal ring post. Her arms were hanging onto the top ropes. Legs spread far apart, over the middle ropes. Her vagina was crammed full of black meat.
“OH, YEAH!” the giant African shouted, as he felt the vaginal muscles loosen. He began a harder, faster pumping motion that began to stretch Americana’s vaginal chamber. Harder he shoved the 10 inch penis, slamming against the superheroine’s cervix.
More hot blood rushed into Momoko’s penis, enlarging it. “NOOOOoooo…” Americana cooed as she felt her cervix being battered, her vaginal walls being stretcher wider to accommodate the giant African.
“NO…NOT THAT!” the long-legged beauty felt the first orgasm coming on. “NOT… THAT!” The orgasm coming would be devastating to her super powers. Her famous power belt was betraying her – by increasing her sexual sensitivity.
Torrents of orgasmic pleasure showered through Americana’s body. Her long arms released the ropes, and embraced Momoko’s big shoulders. Her long legs shivered. Her pussy pumped back towards Momoko - as her entire body shuddered. Momoko mauled her well-endowed breasts, tweaking pink nipples.
“YES, YESSSSsss. YES ! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!” the great beauty cried out – “TAKE IT! OH, YESSSSsss!”
Americana’s powerful legs spread wide, allowing him full entry into her 140 pound beautiful body. Another orgasm came fast. Sweat began pouring out of Americana’s flawless skin. Vaginal juices ran freely – drenching her chamber, and the hard, black hard member.
Americana began an overpowering third orgasm, and Momoko began to cum – spewing large streams of cum deep inside her,
filling, overflowing the stretched vagina. The African pulled out, and Americana passed out. The sweaty African grunted, looked down at ‘his lover,’ and walked away – leaving her dangling in the corner, legs stradding ropes., soaked in sweat, cum, and her own vaginal juices.
Momoko reached the black corner, and was congratulated by Tojo and Cutter. Old John Stiff re-entered the ring. Striding over to Dirkus Dinzi and an unconscious Americana, Old John congratulated the owner of M.O.F.
“Looks like you searched her pretty thoroughly” Old John said. He turned to the raped superheroine “Your protest has shown no merit. I hope you learn a lesson from all this, Ms….Ms…what is your REAL name? I hope you don’t mind if…”
Old John Stiff found himself overwhelmingly curious. He stepped close to the famous superheroine … and reached for her mask. “You won’t mind if…”
Dinzi was stunned at Old John’s boldness.
Pulling away the mask, Old John was stunned. “Brenda Wade ! You stuck-up bitch! I knew that old bastard General Wade! That sonabitch fired me years ago… and owed me a thousand dollars! I am still waiting for that damn money!” Old John Stiff began
shaking Americana, her huge 44DD breasts bouncing up and down.
“Wait, John” Dinzi spoke up. “Let my boys help her to my private office. You can convince her to pay you the money - or make some kind of deal with you.”
“So Brenda Wade is Ms Americana! That knowledge is worth something. A real stuck-up rich bitch!” said Old John Stiff.
Dinzi was pleased. Americana had lost another fan.
End of Part One