Ms Americana: Mission to Harrowsville

by Johnnie Tu-Phat

Part Two

Sitting in a large, black leather chair in the office of the vice-president of the First Bank of Harrowsville, Ms Americana squirmed nervously. She was wearing no star-spangled bikini bottom, or top. To her chagrin, she was also wearing no mask.

Across the executive desk in front of her, Dirkus Dinzi was sitting in the vice-president’s chair. He sat silent, staring at the most beautiful face he had ever seen. In fact, he was viewing the most beautiful body he had ever seen.

Her arms were folded across her chest, trying futilely to hide her silky-white 44DD’s. Two beautiful nipples were standing out as she shivered in the cool room. Long legs were crossed, trying to hide her nakedness.

“With that fancy belt, she do have amazing super powers. You look recuperated. It is hard to believe you were soundly beaten by the Nasty Trio just twenty-eight hours ago.”

“Just think, Tojo slammed chops into your neck, and pinned you. Momokok pile-drived you, and applied his ‘African Death-Grip’ to your throat. Cutter beat up your rib cage, and you gave up. Then – well, you know what happened next. You and ol’ Momokok got…VERY friendly!” Dinzi reminded the superheroine, making her squirm even more.

She didn’t want to be reminded of her shameless exhibition with the giant African.

At four o’clock in the morning, she was awaiting the inevitable surrender of her golden power belt to Dinzi.

The office door opened, and in walked Mister Jenkins, vice-president of the First Bank of Harrowsville.

“Thanks for coming down at this strange hour. This is the famous Ms Americana from Delta City. You can see she misplaced a few pieces of her clothing, and we wanted to avoid the good people of Harrowsville seeing…this.”

“I…understand.” Mister Jenkins was taken aback, seeing the famous crimefighter wearing only her red calf boots, red gloves, tiara, and golden power belt.

“Pleased to…see you….Ms Americana. Mr. Dinzi, I understand this is an urgent meeting.”

“Take off your golden power belt. Give it to Mister Jenkins…if you want to get the rest of your costume back.”

Ms Americana knew she was bound by contract to give up the belt for six months – having lost the Big Match to the Nasty Trio. She had no choice but to comply with Dinzi’s orders. She took off the belt, and placed it on the desk. Mister Jenkins stared at the strange item, and then picked it up.

“ Sign the transfer papers in front of you, Ms Americana. Read aloud the document, and sign.”

“I, Ms Americana, was soundly and fairly beaten by the Nasty Trio in the Big Match at approximately midnight on Saturday night. As agreed upon with M.O.F., I voluntarily transfer my power belt to Dirkus Dinzi and M.O.F. for a period of six months. The belt will be held in safekeeping by the First Bank of Harrowsville. Signed, Ms Americana.”

She signed the document, and handed it to the vice-president.

Mister Jenkins looked over the transfer paper, excused himself, and left the room – taking the belt with him.

“NOW! Here are your things.” Dinzi reached into a desk drawer. “Star-spangled bikini top, Star-spangled bottom.”

Americana asked Dirkus Dinzi “My mask? Where is…I need…”

“Almost forgot. Come in, John.”

John Stiff entered the room. “I have your mask. Want it? Then hand over a thousand dollars – NOW.”

“I don’t have that kind of money with me. Besides, I am NOT responsible for any money that might be owed to you by General Wade.”

“If you want your precious mask, you will get it… providing you sign over your sports car to John Stiff” Dinzi insisted.

“NOT my sports car!” she exclaimed.

A defeated Ms Americana signed over the sports car, and promised to never interfere with any enterprise run by Dirkus Dinzi

“I have made arrangements for you to return to Delta City” Dinzi stated bluntly.

“Here is your mask, you dumb bitch” Old John Stiff growled, taking the car ownership papers from her.

*****

At police headquarters, Ms Americana was sipping coffee with Captain Winkle.

“I am sorry you had a rough time here in Harrowsville. I hope your next visit will be more pleasant.”

“I don’t think I will return soon. In last few days, I have been beaten up, been stripped of my super powers, gotten.. …involved …with a giant African. On top of that, I lost my white sports car.”

“Yeah, Mister Dinzi did you a number on you. At least, you will be home soon, safe in Delta City.”

“Yes… home!”

A heavy, rough-looking woman of about forty opened the door. “You is Ms Americana? I am your ride. Dinzi arranged for me to pick you up, and git you to Delta City.”

“Thank you, Captain Winkle.” Ms Americana left the police station in full costume - except for her power belt.

The captain told one of the deputies, “Now, she’ll be alright.”

Ms Americana followed Bertha to a dusty, brown pick-up truck. They got in the truck, and chugged north along the red-dirt road leading to Delta City.

“My name is Bertha. Who are you, and why the mask?”

Americana answered, “I am Ms Americana, the premier crimefighter of Delta City. I hide my true identity for reasons I can’t disclose.”

“Don’t mind me saying so, but she are a helluva looker!”

Americana thought over the happenings of the past few days. She had sped down this same road on Friday, visited with Captain Winkle, made contact with Dirkus Dinzi, fought in the Big Match Saturday night, slept all day Sunday, and had the bank meeting in the wee hours of Monday morning, only eight hours ago.

The dirt road leading to Delta City was a back road seldom travelled. Ten miles from the county-line, Bertha said, “I need to take a detour for a little minutes. Need to check on some business at the house.”

The pick-up left the two-lane red-dirt road, and chugged over a hill on a one-lane dirt road. “There is home, the ol’ chicken ranch.”

“Where are the chickens?” the superheroine asked.

Ignoring the question, Bertha stopped the truck in front of a sprawling, run-down looking house. An old man of mid-seventies came out of the house. Two dusty hound dogs near the porch wagged their tails.

“Big trouble, Bertha! Customers on the way, and both girls ran away with some farm boy in a see-dan.”

“Those rotten bitches!” Bertha stormed. “Rufus, I gave ‘em a place to stay for a year, half the money, and they did THIS to me!?”

“Chicken ranch?” mused Ms Americana.

Rufus said, “Hey, your friend here is a looker. Hell, she could fill in … and make some good money.”

“You are right.” Bertha took a long look at the magnificient-looking superheroine.

Out of ear-shot of the black-haired beauty, who was wandering in the front yard, “Damn, she got big hooters. Tiny waist. Big, perfect ass. Sexy costume, showing off her body. Fancy colors and all.” Rufus commented. “A helluva lot better-looking than those two skinny chicken-gals we had. Think she will work fer ya?”

“No…I don’t think this snotty-nose city bitch will do it. Not without the ol’ skillet!”

About that time, a grey van came over the hill. It rumbled to a stop, and pulled next to Bertha’s brown pick-up truck.

“HEY, BERTHA!” Uncle Lester called out. “Me and the boys are ready-teddy!”

Uncle Lester, Bobo, and Joey got out of the van. They walked up to Ms Americana. “It’s our old pal, the stuck-up bitch with the 44DD’s, and the pretty blue mask.”

Ms Americana, hands on her hips, looked haughty, though she glanced down for a second to see trusty power belt was no longer around her tiny, well-muscled waist.

“Why’s this bitch here” asked Uncle Lester.

“She’s my new girl” answered Bertha.

With that, Bertha stepped off the porch, took a few steps, stood behind Ms Americana, and took a mighty swing with an iron skillet – connecting with the back of the superheroine’s head. CLANGGGGG

*****

Thity minutes later, Ms Americana came to. She is lying on a smelly, king-sized bed, in a back bedroom. Red, white, and blue star-spangled bikini bottom and top are missing. Her long, powerful legs are sprawled out, large pillows under her knees. Tight vagina was exposed. Her red calf boots were tied down – keeping her alabaster-white, glistening legs apart.

She was wearing tiara, mask, red boots, and red gloves.

“How much for the bitch?” a voice in the next room was saying. “Fifty dollars? That’s crazy!”

“SEE that body? Gotta be the BEST pussy in five counties! Maybe – in the whole damn state!”

“Yeah, I’ll grant you that… but she is such a stuck-up asshole.”

“Alright… here is fifty… three times.”

The door opened. Uncle Lester was going to be first. “Worth a fifty? Hell! Looks like a damn million!”

The forty year old grubby-looking man had taken a shower, getting cleaned up for a toss-in-the-sack. Taking all his clothes off, Uncle Lester was ready. He was hairy all over, and scruffy-looking. Americana tensed up.

“Let me warn you, I’m a crimefighter…” she whispered.

With that – Uncle Lester placed his 8 inch penis against the famous superheroine’s vagina. With no super powers, Americana could only shiver – as the grizzled man watched his hard penis slowly penetrate into the tight vagina.

“You’re RAPING me!” Americana squealed.

“Damn, tight. Might need some hard pumping to loosen that pussy up” he grunted.

SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH BAM BAM BAM BAM WHAM! BAM BAM BAM WHAM!

Uncle Lester became a wild man. He grabbed Americana’s 44DD breasts, squeezed hard, pinched the nipples. He bucked into her hard and fast – having never seen such a perfect shape, such a powerful female body, such perfect alabaster skin.

“DAMMIT” Uncle Lester cursed – as he climaxed fast. He wanted to fuck her all day and all night.

As he began to pull out, Americana began to orgasm. “PLEASE….don’t stop. PLEASE…PLEASE…”

“Bobo, git your ass in here FAST! The bitch is beggin’ fer it!”

Bobo scurried into the room. The muscular country boy quickly undressed, and leaped into position, as Uncle Lester was backing away, his penis deflated and dripping with cum. “DAMN good pussy” he said.

The nephew had his hard 9 inch penis in position. “TOO BIG” the superheroine cried, at seeing the girth and length of Bobo’s throbbing member.

Struggling to close her long legs, Americana could not budge the tied-down red calf boots that restrained her.

“I’m gonna jam this thing in so far – it’ll come out your throat!” bragged Bobo. The muscular country boy slammed nine inches of hard penis in. He began pumping, forcing the vaginal chamber to submit to being stretched in depth and width. Once again, the superheroine felt vaginal juices flowing in her chamber, and twinges of an orgasm coming.

“OH, YEAH!” Bobo hit bottom, banging into her cervix. Bobo enjoyed watching Americana’s face, twisting in sexual rapture, sweat streaming from her forehead. A stream of orgasms was building up inside her.

“OH, NOOOO! DON’T WANNA ENJOY THIS!” she cried.

“Here’s the plan, Sweet Cakes. I will start and stop for thirty minutes, enough to fuck your brains out!” Bobo bragged.

All six feet one inch and 140 pounds of superheroine shuddered – her orgasm beginning. Vaginal juices flowing heavily on Bobo’s erect penis. Her entire body trembled with sexual delight.

Bobo slowed down his pumping. Determined to exhaust Ms Americana, he reached with his left hand to stroke her budding clitoris.

“NOT FAIR! NO! NO! NOOOoooo! NOT AGAIN!” the black-haired beauty cried out, her 44 DD’s heaving.

Slow dick-stroking of her stretched vaginal chamber, an occasional hard bang against her cervix, the stroking of Bobo’s hand against her clitoris – too much for the famous crimefighter from Delta City. She couldn’t stop a second climax from shuddering through her beautiful, powerful body.

Ms Americana could not restrain herself. She grabbed the muscular boy by the head, pulled him close, and kissed him full on the lips. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, giving herself completely to the impaling of her beautiful body. Bobo returned passionate kisses – and began pumping deeper and harder.

Third climax! She began cumming and cumming and cumming. Her sweaty chest heaved, her head went back, her blue eyes closed. She passed out like a light! Long, powerful legs went limp. Powerful arms out to the side. Beautiful head turned to the side, her beautiful mouth drooling.

Only then did Bobo allow himself to cum inside her. Huge gulps of hot cum and sperm splashed out of his pumping tool – filling Americana’s pussy. Streams of cum and vaginal juices ran out of her beautiful stretched chamber.

Bobo layed on top of the superheroine for a few minutes. Slowly he got up, and looked down at the awesome sight.

Ms Americana, famous superheroine. Legs spread out wide. Cum flowing out of a stretched vagina. Tiny, powerful waist. Huge breasts heaving, red from rough handling by Uncle Lester. Long black hair tousled and sweaty. Lovely face, sweaty. Luscious red lips. Powerful, sweaty arms.

Bobo was proud he had fucked her into unconsciousness. He dressed, and left the room, leaving her on the king-sized bed.

An hour went by. Americana slowly came to, feeling ecstatic and woozy from the hard fucking she had received from Lester and then from Bobo. She glanced towards the door. Joey looked in, and entered.

“Woke up?” he asked timidly He sat down on the bed next to her. He looked harmless. “I … cannot…git into… sex. Boys don’t know…but I want you to tell ‘em… I was the best.”

Americana nobbed she would go along with his story. She felt relieved Joey was impotent. Three orgasms she had experienced had robbed her of power and energy. Another orgasm, and she might be unable to walk for a few days.

“Good. We can have fun without me using a dick.” With that, Joey put a dirty kerchief across Americana’s pretty mouth. He tied it where she could only make muffled sounds. Then he reached in his coat.

A 10 inch battery-operated dildo was in his right hand. “You will like this…I promise.”

Americana’s sky-blue eyes widened. She made muffled objections to the super-sized dildo.

“I know you’re excited. Be patient” Joey whispered.

Clicking on the dildo, causing it to vibrate at high speed, he held it to the mouth of the superheroine’s vagina. SQUISH! “THERE! Let me shove it in – way up there – and let you enjoy it. It will go for hours.”

American felt the vibrating, thick dildo fill her pussy, and begin it’s evil mission –

“Pretty Masked Lady, I want you to remember me…as your special boyfriend. Okay?” Joey asked her.

“…Yes…special …special…boyfriend” Ms Americana moaned.

The long, narrow, pin of Joey’s gold nipple ring was placed against Ms Americana’s right nipple. It was inscribed, ‘Love from Joey.’ The superheroine felt a slight discomfort. He shoved the pin into the beautiful nipple.

Suddenly the beautiful superheroine winced, and tried to move her long legs. With a desperate effort to use her drained powers, her red calf boots broke free from their restraints, and she kicked furiously into the air.

Undaunted by her kicking, Joey quickly finished the nipple-piercing – driving the pin all the way through the pink flesh, driving a few drops of blood out the exit hole of the nipple.

“OOWWWW! OOHH! Not my perfect body!” Americana’s screamed. This surprised the dull-witted country boy, who was unaware of the severe pain he had inflicted. Mercifully, the beautiful superheroine passed out, the nipple pin impaling her beautiful right nipple, the buzzing, dildo impaling, vibrating her excited vagina, pushing her into three more orgasms…

*****

“I think she’s coming to” the police officer spoke to his partner. He was driving a police van towards Delta City. His partner sat in front also. Ms Americana, the beautiful masked superheroine, was sprawled out on the floor in the back of the van.

She was naked, wearing only her blue mask. Ol’ grizzled Rufus was in the back with her, sitting on one of the seats that ran along the side of the van. He was transfixed, staring at her lovely nakedness.

A dull pain was in her right nipple, where the golden nipple ring from Joey was firmly in-place.

“Ms Americana, we raided Bertha’s place. The captain had good reason to believe she was running a ‘chicken ranch’ using two local girls. We nabbed her, along with Lester, Bobo, and Joey. Ol’ Rufus there next to you is also under arrest.”

“My…costume..where…?”

“Ol’ Bertha gave us a stupid story that you were a regular ‘chicken’ for her. The captain knew that was nonsense. However, we had to confiscate your red, white, and blue star-spangled bikini top… and bottom…which was hanging from the front door – to show customers that business was open. We found about fifty dollars stuffed in your red calf boots, and twenty more jammed in your red gloves. A few more dollar bills were stuck behind your tiara.”

“What..” the superheroine gasped.

“According to law, we had to confiscate your red boots, gloves, the top, the bottom, and the tiara. They will be held as evidence at the station. You can rest assured they will be released to you in six months” the officer continued.

“SIX MONTHS?” she said.

“Don’t worry….just six months. We are an hour away from Delta City. We’ll drop you at your apartment…then get ol’ Rufus to jail back in Harrowsville.”

“No, not there. You can drop me at General Wade Mansion.”

“Relax. Your ordeal is over, Ms Americana.”

Minutes later, Americana was dozing. She felt a grizzled old hand go over her beautiful mouth. Another hand went between her long legs, and found her clitoris.

Looking through the small window to the rear seat of the van, the officer driving sniggered, “That old fool is trying to work up some pussy. She will pound his brains in!”

Americana, drained of power from the multiple orgasms from less than an hour ago, she found herself unable to fight off the seventy-plus year old bastard. Rufus squeezed and stroked her sweet clitoris. Americana saw her own, long, supple, well-muscled legs open up involuntarily. “WHAT are my legs doing?”

Rufus rolled on top of the sprawled-out superheroine, and placed his old 6 inch penis, erect and ready, against the superheroine’s trembling pussy.

“NOT ANOTHER RAPE?” she thought. “ This can’t happen!”

The police van drove along a five-mile stretch of bumpy road. This allowed ol’ Rufus to lay atop the black-haired beauty, his hairy old body bouncing on her alabaster-white perfect body, and sink his penis deeper and deeper – until his 6 inches were fully inside her already-battered vagina.

As the van bounced, Rufus bounced in and out of Americana. The superheroine squealed, “OH! OH! OH! OOOHHH!”

“Damn, lookie that. That old sonabitch is banging the crap out of that sweet, hot stuff!”

“ Lucky ol’ bastard.”

The van plodded along, past the Delta City city limits sign, into the city, and winding it’s way towards General Wade Mansion. The police driver purposely slowed down to a crawl, so the two in front could peep in on the show in the back – a seventy-plus year old geezer pumping his load into the most beautiful pussy on the planet!

As Rufus pumped Americana’s pussy full of cum, she orgasmed AGAIN! and passed out.

End of Chapter Two (of 3)