Ms. Americana - Back to Base Warranty

Westral - westral@yahoo.com

I'm not anti-China or anti-Chinese (or anti-American either) it's just that I had to pick a country where the villains could live and I also put in some stereotypes of Chinese villains (and super-heroines) in the story, if it offends anyone I'm sorry but please remember this is all made-up stuff anyway.

Super-heroine power belts are marvels of technology, they provide the capacity for women to fight crime and evil in all its forms. but they have a limited life and depending on how often they are used and whether they are maintained properly, they require changing about once a year. Along with most other super-heroines, Ms. Americana purchased her power belts and other accessories from the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation of Fergus Falls, Minnesota. The town and the corporation name were perfect covers for the small top-secret, high-technology manufacturing company.

For new belts the corporation only dealt on a face to face basis, for security reasons they did not do mail order or web-based sales and before a crime-fighter was able to purchase her first belt she needed an introduction by two super-heroines, both of at least five years good standing, at that time she was given her personal belt identification number and password which both stay with her for all her crime-fighting career. The belts have a ingenious life gauge built in so that the wearer does not find herself in a situation where the belt fails under field conditions.

Being well organised Ms. Americana realised her present belt had only three months operative life left before it failed and she arranged a road trip to the manufacturer to collect a new belt, the power belts are manufactured as a generic item but have to be very meticulously tuned to the wearer which is just as complicated as the manufacturing procedure. It takes the best part of a week over several sessions to complete the fine-tuning process so the belt can operate at maximum efficiency.

Ms. Americana arrived at the dumpy looking premises of the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation and entered the office, she gave the secret phrase that alerted them to the true purpose of her visit, though the super-heroine costume she was wearing was also a dead giveaway.

"My flour is running low, can you top me up." the phrase had to be recited exactly this way.

"Let's have the code and password please Ms. Americana." the pasty looking young man at the desk asked.

"The code is **** and the password is *******." the crime-fighter replied.

The young man pressed a button and a door slid open to admit the Defender of Freedom to a top secret back room, if Ms. Americana had given a wrong code or password another door would have been opened which would have led to another top secret room, this room was set up for interrogation and memory purging. A technician greeted the crime-fighter.

"Time for a new belt?" the technician asked.

"How did you know?" Ms. Americana enquired.

"When the guy outside put your code and password in, I brought up your customer data file on the screen and saw that your current belt was about due for replacement, we always keep two replacement belts in stock for each super-heroine on our books. Can't be too careful."

The technician unwrapped a genuine Ms. Americana belt from its protective cardboard and plastic packaging, Ms. Americana removed her current belt and the technician placed the new belt around her waist, it was a perfect fit as it should have been as it was purpose-built for her figure, sometimes the belts required slight adjustments if the super-heroine had lost or gained weight.

"We need to power this up, then you put it on while we do the final feedback adjustments so it works properly."

"I've heard from some people that Fresno Water Purifying Corporation make a very good belt as well." Ms. Americana said, being a successful businesswoman she knew it was a good idea to always keep your suppliers on their toes.

"Their quality is good but our belts are a little bit more robust under field conditions and we beat them hands down on price." the technician answered, he would say that Ms. Americana thought.

"They still charge around $10,000 per belt, which was what we used to charge, but we can retail a new improved belt at $6000 apiece to our best customers."

"Are you sure that's the right price."

The technician explained that the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation no longer manufactured the belts in-house but had out-sourced their power belt production to a company in China, not only were the belts very much cheaper but the manufacturer guaranteed that the advanced technology of their belts would significantly reduce the time needed to tune the belt to its wearer as they pre-loaded stored data on the super-heroine owner during the production process.

Ms. Americana sat on a threadbare couch and had a coffee and read a magazine on lace doilies (all waiting rooms seemed to have lousy reading material) while she waited for the belt to receive its initial powering up, once this was done the belt would not need another charge during its working lifetime.

The technician came back into the room and handed the belt to Ms. Americana, he asked her to put it on and come into the programming room when she was ready. The crime-fighter adjusted the belt and went into the programming room where the technician fastened several sensors to the belt, then he connected the sensors to a mainframe computer.

"It's all USB connectors, wireless is good but not for top security stuff." the technician told Ms. Americana who really could not care less.

"The whole thing is hooked up to a Cray super." the super-heroine looked at him blankly and he went on,

"I know you've done this before Ms. Americana."

"So we'll just get on with it."

The technician looked at a screen and punched in some codes, after a short delay a message appeared on the screen - "one found connection to belt of Ms. Americana, press shift, then enter if correct", the technician followed the instruction and another message appeared - "please confirm belt of Ms. Americana, enter code and password to start - owner must enter personally". Ms. Americana stepped up to the keyboard and entered the data, the screen soon blinked a message - "transaction codes and fingerprint data accepted, now encoding belt - do not disconnect until complete".

"Now we just wait." the technician said.

From previous session Ms. Americana knew that the encoding process usually took around a week, it was done in sessions of two hours each and was done in a seated position, this time a chair was not provided and after only fifteen minutes the computer beeped and a message came up on the screen - "belt tuning to wearer Ms. Americana finalised - disconnect from computer now."

"That's it Ms. Americana."

"You are ready to go off and fight crime again."

"That was a whole lot quicker than usual." Ms. Americana replied.

Ms. Americana walked out of the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation with her new belt around her waist, as soon as she was out the door the technician came out to the front desk.

"What do you reckon?"

"If you like big tits she has to be number one or number two at least."

"You reckon she's number two, who would you rate over her."

"Wonder Woman on looks but it would be a toss-up which super-heroine would be the better fuck."

"Maybe I'd allow that Wonder Woman has a slightly better body but Ms. Americana looks like she would fuck really down and dirty, she would go off like a two dollar whore and do it all day once you got her going."

"Ms. Americana would out-fuck Wonder Woman any day or any night."

"Let's hope they come to us when they want to decide who is the better fuck." they both laughed.

Ms. Americana got into her car and drove away from Fergus Falls, she had only been travelling for about thirty minutes when she felt a strange warm feeling between her legs, the warmth turned into a tingle which soon became an itch that the Champion of All Women needed to scratch straight away, the Champion of Virtue wanted a fuck but she could not let just anyone do her, she need to be aware of security as well.

She was hours away from home and people she could trust , then an idea popped into her mind and she turned the car around and headed back towards the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation, she parked her car and strode into the front office where the pasty young man was still sitting behind the desk.

"I need you to do something for me right now." the super-heroine told the young man.

The young man thought he was in deep shit with one of the most powerful crime-fighters in the country, he was shaking in his undies when he saw Ms. Americana lock the front door and then lock the door to the back room, then he almost soiled himself when she closed the blinds on the front windows.

"Let's get down to it." Ms. Americana said.

"No sense wasting time or conversation."

The young man was gob-smacked when the crime-fighter removed her top to reveal two astoundingly perfect breasts, he remained speechless as she slid her panties down her legs and threw them over to him, when he did not move the Defender of Virtue went to him and undid his belt before sliding his pants and briefs down his legs. The Champion of All Women kissed the young man on the cheek, then bent forward and laid her fabulous body over the desk.

"You're never going to get an offer like this again." the crime-fighter told the young man as she gripped the edge of the desk and then spread her luscious thighs wide apart to let the young man know what she was offering.

"What about foreplay." he asked.

"We're skipping foreplay." the horny super-heroine snapped as she shamelessly wriggled her taut ass-cheeks up and down in an invitation that was unmistakable.

"We've gone straight into the fuck my pussy with your big cock zone."

The young man went behind Ms. Americana and clamped a hand around her ass-cheeks before guiding his rock-hard penis up to the Champion of Virtue's cunt-lips and pushing his throbbing cock into her slick pussy, he had gone from being super-bored to super-horny in an instant, here he was fucking the Champion of All Women when even the ugly girls at the dances would not give him the time of day, his throbbing cock-shaft was sunk deep inside the cunt-channel of a beautiful crime-fighter, every time the young man thought of who he was doing and what he was doing to her he almost came on the spot.

"Work that fucking pussy-stretcher." Ms. Americana urged.

"Fuck my pussy hard."

The young man hilted himself inside the super-heroine's cunt and went at his personal piece of super-pussy like a man possessed, he was astounded and elated when he felt Ms. Americana's supple body buck and quiver as she came on the end of his cock, he heard the Defender of Virtue whimper as she came almost immediately again, the Defender of Freedom noticed that instead of her sexual arousal level falling after each climax it seemed to be increasing.

"You're a great fuck, Ms. Americana." the young man thought that was a very high compliment considering what they were doing at that moment.

"For a tall woman you have a really tight little cunt."

While the pasty young man was dragging intense orgasm after relentless orgasm out of the Defender of Freedom's body, the Champion of All Women was still as randy as when he had first rammed his pussy-stretcher into her cunt-channel, the other problem she had was that the young man was so horny and so worked up at his good fortune in getting to fuck the mighty Defender of Freedom that he only lasted just over five minutes before he blew his load into Ms. Americana's cunt-channel.

"Is that all I'm getting." Ms. Americana asked peevishly, it was hard to stand too much on her super-heroine dignity while the young man's his sperm and her own cunt-juice were flowing in a combined trickle down her parted thighs.

"If you suck my cock, I'll get hard and fuck you again." the young man answered.

"You should have been more considerate of my needs, you should have held yourself back." Ms. Americana replied.

"Say whatever you want super-fuck." the young man said.

"I still fucked your pussy and made you cumm like a fucking train."

"You put out like a super-slut and I fucked you like a super-slut."

"Just remember that's my cumm inside your fucking super-heroine cunt."

Ms. Americana looked daggers at the young man, she dressed herself, stormed out of the office, got in her car and squealed out of the car park, the young man pulled up his briefs and pants and did a victory dance around the office.

"I just got to fuck Ms. Americana's pussy." the pasty young man said to himself, he pressed the intercom button down.

"I just fucked Ms. Americana, I really spermed her pussy good." the young man said to the technician.

"You couldn't have, she's in here sucking on my cock." was the sceptical reply from the technician.

Despite Ms. Americana's ambivalent opinion on his sexual prowess, the fact that he had fucked the Champion of All Women and made her climax several times did wonders for the pasty young man's social life, from then on instead of almost begging women to go out with him, he now had an air of confidence and experience about him. As far as he was concerned, if the mighty Ms. Americana thought he was good enough to fuck and showed it by cumming on the end of his cock, he would be doing any mere mortal woman a favour by putting his cock into their vagina, surprisingly this attitude paid off for him and from then on he got loads of great sex.

As for Ms. Americana, after several hours and a number of mini-climaxes which nearly made her crash the car, the Champion of All Women finally made it home, she went into her bedroom and stripped naked, she used her personal vibrator on herself and even though she bought herself to a couple of crashing orgasms her sexual arousal level did not diminish at all. Even though she came like a train, in a minute or so she was horny as hell once again, she thought what she really needed was some hot cock-flesh inside her cunt, some warm cock-meat from someone she could trust.

She had an idea.

"Hello Albert, is Bruce home at all?"

"No Miss Brenda, Bruce is out at present."

"But young Mr. Dick is here."

"Put him on if you would please." Brenda asked.

Ms. Americana was relieved, she thought she was going to have to ring up that arrogant flyboy Steve Trevor, she did not fancy asking him for the sort of favour she desperately needed right now, in a way it suited her that Bruce Wayne was away as she knew for sure that Robin had a thing for her, she could tell he liked big-titted woman and could feel his eyes undress her every time they met. The young man had also a number of not too subtle suggestions about he and Ms. Americana getting together for some horizontal dancing without the benefit of clothes.

"How are you going Dick."

"Not too bad thanks Brenda."

"Are you busy right now." Ms. Americana asked.

"I have some things I really should get finished."

"I really feel the need to dance with someone." Ms. Americana hinted.

Ms. Americana heard the telephone hastily hang up in her ear, she was sure it was not because she had offended the young Mr Grayson so she settled back on the bed stark naked and rang through to the gate house, she gave specific instructions that the young man was not to be delayed in any way but was admitted to the house as soon as he arrived. As she waited she wondered if she should put on her Ms. Americana costume for the boy wonder as she found in the past that nearly every male had wanted to fuck the Defender of Freedom, even though Brenda Wade was a very gorgeous woman in her own right.

Brenda put on her Ms. Americana costume and waited for Robin to arrive, she always thought of him as Robin rather than Dick Grayson, except when she thought of him as the boy wonder, then she fantasised about how he might have got his name she hoped her fantasies were correct. The crime-fighter's fantasies were based on some possible foundation of truth as her colleague in fighting crime, Wonder Woman had once sort of admitted after a gruelling session of girl-on-girl action with Ms. Americana that she had once allowed Robin to get too close to her when she had her guard down and the boy wonder had rewarded the Amazon princess with a fuck session that had left her sore for a week.

"Wondie sort of hinted that Robin had a pussy-stretcher that stretched the hell out of her cunt-lips." Ms. Americana mused.

"She sort of said the randy little boy wonder fucked her five ways from Sunday."

"I hope he's got the size and stamina I need."

Ms. Americana heard a knock at the door and saw young Robin poke his head around the door frame, she was glad he had on his crime-fighter costume, for some reason tight costume made him look a lot more fuckable than Dick Grayson. The super-heroine beckoned the young man to enter her bedroom.

"Let's get right down to it boy wonder." Ms. Americana said.

"You've always had a hard-on for me."

"And today is your lucky day, you little super-loser."

"I always knew you were a total super-slut at heart." Robin replied.

"And they all end up on the dick of Grayson in the end."

If she had not been so horny, Ms. Americana would have thrown the young crime-fighter out of her house that very instant but the urgent feeling between her legs took precedence over her super-heroine pride this time, the Princess of Power got off the bed, grabbed Robin by the lapels of his shirt and threw him onto his back on the bed, she straddled him high on his chest so her latex-clad cunt-mound was only inches away from his face.

"Take a good look at some prime super-heroine pussy, young man." Ms. Americana said.

"I bet you can smell it too."

Robin looked nervous for just a moment before realising what was happening and then he poked out his tongue and licked at the plump mound of the super-heroine's sex, Ms. Americana's back arched as she felt the young man flick his tongue across the filmy material covering her cunt-lips, she groaned loudly when he pulled the material to one side and lapped away at the soft skin of her cunt-flesh.

"You talk tough Ms. Americana." Robin taunted.

"But you want me bad."

"You are on top of me now, but before long I'll be on top of you with my cock rammed right up your super-heroine snatch."

With that the young man pushed Ms. Americana off him and rolled on top of her, he pinned her to the bed (even though Ms. Americana could easily have pushed him away if she wanted) and looked deep into her eyes.

"I've already fucked Wonder Woman."

"I've fucked your sweet little Flag Girl as well."

"Neither of them could get enough of the Grayson dick."

"It's now the Defender of Freedom's turn to take some cock."

"So let's get fucking naked and then do some naked fucking."

Robin rolled off Ms. Americana and stood up, he pulled off his top, then slid his tights down his legs and threw them in Ms. Americana's face, before the crime-fighter could get a good look at his body he slid back onto the bed and grabbed hold of Ms. Americana's bikini top. Young Robin tried to unfasten Ms. Americana's power belt but it would not come off no matter how hard he tried. He unfastened her top and freed the Champion of Virtue's luscious breasts, then grabbed her bikini tights and pulled them over her sleek thighs, down her supple legs and over her feet, he sniffed at the crotch of her panties.

"Someone is fucking hot to go."

"You can smell the cunt-juice."

Ms. Americana was determined that if she was going to be treated like a cheap slut there was no way on earth she was going to put out for this young man, then she remembered her own desperate need and reluctantly rolled onto her back, she slowly spread her legs for the obnoxious young man that was Robin. The Champion of All Women detested this boy wonder and at the same time hated herself as she was about to let the young thug fuck her silly.

"That is one pretty pussy." Robin observed

"I hope it fucks as good as it looks."

Ms. Americana lay back, she lifted her feet up to her ass-cheeks and parted her knees to spread her silky thighs, Robin moved between her legs and looked down at her already sopping pussy, the young man had a wide grin on his face as his eyes scanned every inch of the naked crime-fighter's beautiful body while Ms. Americana's eyes went to the young man's crotch.

"Oh my fucking God." Ms. Americana almost screamed.

"That thing is so fucking thick."

"That's right my little super-slut." Robin replied.

"It may be only seven inches long but it was thick enough to make Wonder Woman and Flag Girl beg for mercy and I intend to use it to cock-whip the high and mighty Champion of All Women."

"Get it in my cunt you uncouth young man." Ms. Americana urged.

"Fuck my tight cunt with your big pussy-stretcher."

Robin grabbed hold of Ms. Americana's ankles and pushed them up and over until they lay on the bed, level with the crime-fighter's ears, the boy wonder slipped his huge pussy-stretcher right up the cunt of the mighty Champion of All Women, she climaxed almost as soon as the young man achieved penetration, the boy wonder was soon hammering her cunt and the Defender of Virtue was cumming like a two-bit whore, their bodies were almost bouncing off the bed as a result of the couple's ferocious rutting.

"Nice fucking tight pussy, Champion of Virtue." Robin sneered.

"I think you just beat out Wonder Woman as best crime-fighter fuck-slut."

Ms. Americana was too far gone to reply, she was cumming but got no relief from her climax, after orgasming she was instantaneously just as hot again, unless she found a way to get relief all that would happen was that this randy young man would fuck her senseless, after ten minutes of frantic coupling and climaxing Ms. Americana knew this was not going to solve her problem.

"This is not working." Ms. Americana gasped.

"It fucking well is for me." the boy wonder grunted.

Ms. Americana pushed a very reluctant boy wonder off her body, then she swore him to secrecy as she explained her problem with the power belt, she told Robin she needed to have a super-climax to release her pent up sexual tension and allow her to remove the belt. The boy wonder thought for a moment and came up with what he thought might work.

"I know you and Wonder Woman munch each other's carpet."

"But do you have a vibrator as well?"

Ms. Americana went to the cupboard and got her vibrator out, the boy wonder asked her if she had given it a name and the Princess of Power shamefacedly said she called it Robin, she did not tell him that she had given it that name after she had heard young Flag Girl squealing like a stuck pig for nearly half the night as the boy wonder fucked her in the bedroom next to Brenda's.

"So you got the hots for the Dick as well."

"Join the queue, Ms super-slut."

Robin made the super-heroine roll over so she was face down on the bed then he positioned Ms. Americana on her knees and elbows, at first she had her knees almost touching but Robin made her spread them wide, he rubbed the vibrator up and down her cumm-slick cunt-lips before coating it with some personal lubricant and placing it on the bed next to him.

"Is that it?" Ms. Americana asked.

"Is that all you're going to do?"

"Have patience my little super-heroine fuck-puppet."

The boy wonder grabbed hold of the crime-fighter's hips and held on tight as he pushed his thick cock-shaft to the very hilt inside Ms. Americana's cunt, soon he was pump-fucking her pussy again, bringing her to climax after climax but not giving her the relief she required to be able to remove her power belt.

"It's not working Robin."

"Your fucking plan is a dud."

The boy wonder did not reply, his plan depended on surprise, by now the super-heroine's normally razor sharp brain was too fuck-addled to notice that the young man had picked up the vibrator and was holding it in his right hand, he twined his legs around Ms. Americana's legs and rammed the full thick seven inches of his cock up Ms. Americana's cunt, he help the throbbing cock-shaft deep inside the crime-fighter's cunt-channel.

"Play with you clitoris."

"Finger your pussy, super-slut."

Ms. Americana did as she was told and her self-manipulation made the Champion of Virtue's orgasms cumm more often and cumm harder as well but still she could not get that final release that she needed.

"It's no good Robin." Ms. Americana moaned.

"I can't get off hard enough." as the Champion of Virtue said it she wondered if she should ask the boy wonder what he wanted the vibrator for.

"The Dick of Grayson is about to ride to your rescue."

"It's time for the coup de cunt, super-fuck."

With that the young man pushed the tip of the well-lubricated vibrator up against Ms. Americana's tight ass-hole, he squirted some more lubricant directly onto the frantic woman's puckered hole and pushed, he pushed hard, he pushed very hard and kept squirting lubricant onto the plastic shaft as inch after inch of plastic pleasure disappeared into the Champion of All Women's ass-hole. When only a couple of inches remained outside Ms. Americana's ass-hole the boy wonder turned the vibrator up to the setting marked - "maximum stimulation - use with extreme care", then grabbed hold of Ms. Americana's hips and commenced to fuck the hell out of the super-heroine's cunt once again.

"No Robin, that's too fucking much."

"My poor fucking pussy, my poor little ass-hole."

"Jesus Robin, stop the vibrator right this second."

"Try the belt now, you stupid fuck-slut." Robin said.

Ms. Americana pushed the belt release button and felt the catch open and the power belt slip off her body. Robin pulled his cock out of the crime-fighter's cunt, then pulled the vibrator out of her ass-hole, the mighty Champion of All Women was so fuck-stunned that she slumped forward and lay face down on the bed.

"Feel better now Ms. Americana?"

"The Dick of Grayson always delivers."

Ms. Americana wanted to thank the young boy wonder and wondered what she could offer him, she was about to ask Robin what he wanted when he filled her mouth with cock, for the next ten minutes the young man face-fucked the Champion of All Women, finally he pulled out and spurted cumm all over the crime-fighter's face.

After they had both cleaned up Ms. Americana said she was very grateful to Robin and would give him anything in her power to deliver, the young man whispered something in her ear.

"I think you are nothing but a fucking little pervert but I'll try my best." Ms. Americana promised.

An hour or so later a naked Ms. Americana was laying on her bed with a naked Wonder Woman, they were in the classic side-by-side, top-to-tail position, each super-heroine was eating out the other's pussy while a delighted Robin watched on from a chair close to the bed, he was not on the bed with the gorgeous crime-fighters as he had an obviously enthusiastic Flag Girl in his lap, the young woman was bouncing up and down on his cock while he had his hands clamped tightly around her tits.

"Don't worry ladies." Robin yelled out.

"I have plenty of little blue pills left."

"I'm going to fuck the Princess of Paradise Island next."

"While I watch little Flag Girl fuck hell put of the mighty Ms. Americana's ass-hole with a strap-on."

After a marathon group fuck and suck session (which included almost anything that one human could do to another without permanent damage) and twenty-four hours to recover her strength, Ms. Americana rang the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation confidential 24 hour, seven day super-heroine help-line to ask if a technician could be sent out to have a look at the belt and make any necessary adjustments, this was the way things had always been done in the past. The crime-fighter was to be disappointed this time.

"I'm sorry Ms. Americana but we don't warranty the belts any more." the young man said, Ms. Americana later learned that he was in a call centre somewhere in Outer Mongolia which is why she found it very hard to understand him.

"The belts are made by the Great Harmony Rice Milling Corporation in China." he advised the super-heroine.

"You have to take it back to them for warranty."

"Their factory is in Kunming, in the Xundian Special Industrial Park."

"Your code and password will be the same."

"Y'all have a nice day now."

Ms. Americana flew to China dressed as Brenda Wade and went to the Great Harmony Rice Milling Corporation which was just as non-descript as its U.S. counterpart. Instead of a pasty young white man there was a pasty young Chinese man at the desk.

"I need to top up my supplies of genuine Kunming rice flour."

"I'm Ms. Americana, code ****, password ******."

"Go right in." the young man replied as he pressed a button to open a secret door.

A slightly built older oriental greeted the Champion of All Women,

"So you are the great Defender of Freedom?"

"We are honoured to meet you, I am Li Hung."

Ms. Americana bowed in greeting and sat down to tea with the old gentleman, they talked of the weather they talked of the health of relations, they talked of rain and harvests, they talked of nearly every trivial subject under the sun, finally after about three hours they talked of power belts.

"The arousal feedback system was looping back on itself?"

"I can see that would possibly be a negative aspect to your work as a crime-fighter."

"Saying it that way seems not too bad." Ms. Americana quipped.

"But what happened is the piece of shit belt malfunctioned and got me fucked senseless."

"I'm not going to tell you what I had to do to get it off."

"It should not be too hard to fix." Li Hung said.

The old oriental took Ms. Americana into another room which seemed to consist almost entirely of bank after bank of computers, the only other object in the room was a padded x-shaped bench which the Champion of Virtue had previous unfortunate knowledge of.

"That's a bondage fuck-bench, isn't it." Ms. Americana asked, she did not tell Li Hung that she had been strapped to quite a few in her time.

"We call it a test bench, we strap you into it to test out the belt's power readings." Li Hung replied.

"We test it at various arousal intensities."

"First with manual stimulation, then with penile penetration." even a dumb American super-heroine knew what penile penetration meant.

"Are you telling me that I lie there while some fucking horny stud slips his cock up my pussy and fucks me until I cumm?" Ms. Americana yelled at the oriental man.

The idea that a stranger would have to bang her pussy to allow them to fix her belt seemed very far-fetched to Ms. Americana but then again technology was getting more and more complex and sometimes what worked in ideal conditions would fail in the field. The Champion of Virtue was assured it would not be anything personal, the guy fucking her would be dispassionate and would only be doing it to get test data, which goes to show just how gullible the Champion of All Women could be and how impatient she was to get her belt back in working order.

"That's the only way to get readings on the belt, to let someone fuck me?" Ms. Americana asked after she had calmed down slightly.

"There is obviously a problem in the sexual arousal feedback loop in the belt." Li Hung explained.

"Having someone climax you while you are wearing the belt is the only way to get a complete set of stimulation data."

Li Hung explained (which Ms. Americana already knew but she was too polite to interrupt Li Hung) that as the belt worked on stored sexual frustration they needed to carefully monitor its output under a wide variety of arousal states to see if there was a break-point where the belt failed and what was causing it, the test would unfortunately be intrusive and extensive.

"We need to recreate actual field conditions as far as possible to obtain the error codes for the belt."

"That's why we use a male and don't just strap you into a fuck machine."

"We film everything but only so we can check the readings against the belt's initial state."

"It could be that the Minnesota Flour Milling Corporation did not code the belt properly in the first place." they always blame each other Ms. Americana thought.

The bewildered super-heroine was made to remove all her civilian clothing and put on her super-heroine boots, gloves, mask, tiara and of course her malfunctioning power-belt, she was placed on the padded x-frame and her ankles and wrists were securely strapped to the structure. Sensors were then attached to various parts of her body and head, Ms. Americana wondered why all this bondage was necessary seeing she had already agreed to willingly undergo the test-fucking.

"We need to be able to control the environment." Li Hung explained as he finished strapping the Defender of Virtue down.

"To get smooth consistent readings."

"We can't have you getting our operators too exited." that sounded a bit rich as they were asking the Champion of All Women to let the fucking "operator" jam his cock into her cunt and fuck her until she climaxed.

"Let's get it started and get it over with." the crime-fighter asked.

"Get this fucking super-heroine all horny."

"Then bring on the big pussy-stretcher and make me cumm." the nervous crime-fighter said with a show of courage that she did not feel.

As the crime-fighter relaxed back into the frame she was aware that Li Hung was talking to someone, someone with a soft female voice, she saw a young woman looking down at her and pulled at her bindings as the young woman's hands gently glided over the super-heroine's full firm breasts.

"My name is Jin Lee, I am an preliminary arousal stimulation technician."

"Don't struggle Ms. Americana." Jin Lee said.

"My job is to test your belt's sub-penetration power performance levels."

"What the hell is that?" Ms. Americana asked.

"That is when Jin Lee gets you get all hot, but before a man enters your vagina with his cock."

"If I had a cock I could do the whole test run myself." Jin Lee giggled at her own joke.

Ms. Americana's body was being smeared with a thin film of scented oil, the young woman cupped and squeezed the super-heroine's breasts, working away until Ms. Americana's nipples were hard nubs of pleasure, Jin Lee worked her skilled fingers over Ms. Americana's shoulders and up and down her arms. It felt really good, like a professional rub down, except with extra benefits.

"To get good readings we have to increase arousal very gradually."

"If we go too quick we get scrambled data."

"My job is to take you up to around 60."

"Then you get to wriggle your tight American pussy around on a big Chinese fuck-pole." Jin Lee giggled again.

The young woman moved down to Ms. Americana's chest and belly, smearing oil as she went, working her strong fingers deep into the crime-fighter's supple flesh, her hands seeming to glide over the crime-fighter's flesh. Even though Jin Lee had not touched her private parts the Champion of Virtue let out a little groan as the young woman kneaded her taut belly muscles.

"The arousal meter is at 10, Ms. Americana." Jin Lee advised.

"What does it go up to?"

"You need to get to 100 before we get all the data we need from the belt."

The young woman continued to massage Ms. Americana's belly, the super-heroine was amazed that she was getting aroused when all the girl had done was pinch her nipples and rub her shoulders and abdomen, the Champion of Virtue wondered how horny she would become when those skilful hands moved down to her more sensitive regions.

"When do you start on my pussy." Ms. Americana asked.

"Not for a while."

Jin Lee went down to the foot of the frame and grabbed hold of the crime-fighter's red knee-high boots, she pulled each one off and grabbed hold of one of Ms. Americana's feet, she started to work her fingers deep into the sole of the foot, Ms. Americana never knew that a foot rub could be an erotic experience.

"That is great." Ms. Americana gasped.

The young woman massaged the crime-fighter's feet for about five minutes, then started working her way up the super-heroine's legs, squeezing and manipulating as she went, Ms. Americana heard a seemingly disinterested voice calling out some numbers.

"Reading is 30 and rising steadily."

Jin Lee's hand moved up past Ms. Americana's knees, up to the soft sections of flesh that usually only Ms. Americana was allowed to touch. The young woman kneaded the Champion of Virtue's taut flesh as she licked ever upwards with her amazingly tantalizing tongue.

"Reading is at 50 now."

"Jin Lee, that's enough indirect stimulation."

"Go straight to the pussy now."

Ms. Americana groaned as Jin Lee tentatively pushed a finger into the Defender of Freedom's wet pussy, Jin Lee moved her finger up and down in the folds of Ms. Americana's cunt-lips, if she had bee able, the super-heroine would have grabbed hold of the finger and pushed it knuckle-deep into her pussy.

"She's at 70 now Jin Lee."

"Time for you to talk to the beaver."

What the hell was ...

Ms. Americana found out as the young woman's mouth covered her cunt-mound, Jin Lee sucked on Ms. Americana's plump cunt-flesh as re-entered the crime-fighter's cunt with two practiced fingers that went knuckle-deep into the super-heroine's cunt-channel, then the young woman rapidly slid them in and out of Ms. Americana's sopping pussy, that was bad enough but then the young woman's mouth moved down to concentrate all its cunning lingual attention onto the Princess of Power's already ferociously swollen clitoris.

The Champion of All Women felt her body contract in a sudden violent spasm of climax.

"The reading just jumped straight up to fucking 90."

"The fucking American slut just squirted." Jin Lee said.

"She's ready to take cock."

After the furious trembling of her body finally stopped, Ms. Americana saw the kindly father figure of Li Hung looking down at her face, he was stroking her hair and gently cupping the full mounds of her perfect breasts, he slid his other hand down over her still quivering belly and closed his hand around Ms. Americana's plumply magnificent cunt-mound.

"I have to do you myself."

"I find that young men get too distracted by super-heroine pussy."

"The test results get as screwed as the super-heroines."

Ms. Americana watched Li Hung as the oriental positioned himself between her legs, she could see he was naked from the waist up but she not see his groin as she was strapped down, the crime-fighter hoped he was packing plenty as she really needed a hard fuck to finish her off after what Jin Lee had done to her body. Ms. Americana felt Li Hung's hand rub up and down her cumm-slick cunt-lips.

"I'm ready for a big hard cock." a still fuck-addled Ms. Americana groaned.

"Your pussy is so wet and juicy, my cock will slide right up your cunt." Li Hung grunted.

Ms. Americana felt him push his cock-head up against her slick cunt-lips and penetrate her easily, her initial reaction was that the fucking oriental was hung, the Defender of Freedom felt his cock-head pulsating hugely thick just inside her cunt, she just wondered if he was long together with the huge girth. Li Hung held his swollen cock-head just inside her and manoeuvred it up and down, creating a delicious feeling within the super-heroine's cunt-channel

"For a tall woman, you got tight little pussy, Ms. Americana." strange, Robin said that too.

"You are going to like Li Hung's cock inside you."

"He has ten inches to give to your tight American pussy."

While she was almost adrift in the ecstasy of intense erotic fervour, Ms. Americana thought it strange that Li Hung was talking to her like she was a common street slut, maybe it was something he had to do to follow the arousal protocols, maybe she was supposed to talk dirty to him as well.

"Give me a reading please." Li Hung asked.

"She is at 70 doctor."

"At 70 with only an inch of cock in her pussy?" Li Hung laughed.

"This crime-fighter is one fucking horny American super-slut."

"I bet she wants more."

Ms. Americana was about to say something dirty in reply when a sudden short sharp thrust from Li Hung cut her off, she was still tight but her cunt-channel was so slippery that the oriental was able to push five inches of throbbing cock-flesh into her cunt with no trouble. Even though she was thoroughly lubricated, Ms. Americana's cunt-walls were straining to enclose the solid girth of Li Hung's cock-shaft, the oriental's penis felt wonderful inside her, the Defender of Freedom pulled hard against the straps holding her down, she wanted to wrap her legs around Li Hung's back and hold his cock inside her forever.

"Readings every minute now please."

"She has gone up to 85 and rising."

"That means she will start to cumm again any time now."

The computers were wrong, Ms. Americana had cumm the instant that Li Hung had rammed his five full inches of pulsating cock-flesh into her tight little pussy and she was still cumming, while she was strapped down she found she could still move her hips up and down, which was enough to move the oriental's pussy-stretcher around inside her and stimulate an astonishing feeling inside her cunt.

"You should feel this super-slut's cunt." Li Hung gasped.

"Her pussy is soaked with cunt-juice but still it feels like a velvet vice."

"Reading is now 95 doctor."

"Time to put the hammer down on the super-cunt."

The oriental pushed his hips forward again and there was an instant hoarse whimper from the super-heroine in reply to the filling of her pussy with Asian cock, Li Hung looked down and could see that Ms. Americana's cunt-lips were clasping his pussy-stretcher tightly, the drum-taut cunt-lips moved in as his cock drove into the crime-fighter's cunt and then moved out as Li Hung pulled his cock out of the Champion of Virtue's cunt. He noticed that the ripe peaks of her bosom moved up and down very entrancingly as he fucked Ms. Americana.

"I'm nearly there my little fuck-toy." the oriental gasped.

"You are one terrific little fuck."

Li Hung pushed a little more and it was his turn to groan when he felt his balls bump up against the cumm-slick mounds of Ms. Americana's ass-cheeks, he pushed harder to try to achieve even deeper penetration but his thick pussy-stretcher was already in the super-heroine's cunt-channel to the brim.

"I'm fucking balls-deep in fucking Ms. Americana's cunt."

"I got every last inch of my cock up you, you fucking little super-pussy."

The super-heroine was squirting cunt-juice around the base of Li Hung's cock, she was gone for all money and was cumming constantly, the oriental pulled eight of his thick inches out of the crime-fighter's pussy before ramming it back into her cunt deep and hard.

"She is at the maximum reading, at 100 now doctor."

"I'm about to fuck the American super-cunt off the scale." Li Hung laughed.

Li Hung grabbed hold of Ms. Americana's hips and used them to hold himself in place while he pump-fucked the crime-fighter's pussy, her entire body shook as the oriental pounded her thighs with his hips, the observers noted soft whimpering sounds coming from the super-heroine and hoarse rasping grunts coming from the doctor as he fucked her silly.

"She is right off the scale now doctor."

"Data run is now complete."

"Keep the run going until this American super-cunt is totally cock-whipped." Li Hung ordered.

Li Hung was deep inside Ms. Americana's cunt and in his personal heaven, he was determined to blow his wad inside this arrogant American super-heroine's pussy. He slid his hands up Ms. Americana's sweat-covered body and clamped his hands around her breasts, he squeezed his fingers together tightly and noticed a little stream of milk spurt from her terribly engorged nipples and also felt her cunt-walls close tight around his cock. Li Hung squeezed his fingers a little tighter and was rewarded with another spurt of breast-milk and a ferocious tightening of the Defender of Virtue's cunt muscles.

"The equipment can not record her levels doctor, the subject is far too aroused."

"That may be so, but the fuck I am getting is blowing my mind." Li Hung replied.

The oriental grabbed hold of a control shaft mounted on the side of the x-frame, he tilted the bench forwards until Ms. Americana's body was at a 45% angle to the floor, then he lowered the frame until the proud crime-fighter's cunt was fully impaled onto his swollen pussy-stretcher, Li Hung could now look straight into Ms. Americana's eyes as he fucked her pussy. He moved his hands back the crime-fighter's breasts as he ravaged her cunt with brutal cock-thrusts in and out of her sex.

"Now my self-important super-fuck."

"You are strapped to my fuck-frame."

"And you are about to take my sperm inside your pussy."

Li Hung looked deep into Ms. Americana's expressionless eyes and could see that the crime-fighter was already completely done for, the beautiful crime-fighter's once shiny hair was now sweat-matted, while a stream of drool trickled from one corner of her slack-jawed mouth and ran down over her chest and into the deep valley between her flawless breasts. He knew the once chaste super-heroine was in the same sordid condition between her legs as their furious coupling was accompanied by vulgar sucking sounds as Li Hung's thick cock plundered her pussy, while his hips and upper thighs were liberally coated with the Defender of Freedom's cunt-juices.

"She's right off the scale now doctor."

"Yes, but she's still on my cock."

"I'm going to sperm this fucking American super-heroine in a second."

Li Hung leaned back to hilt his cock deep inside Ms. Americana's vagina, he held his cock within her trembling cunt-walls as he came, he held his cock deep inside the crime-fighter's cunt until he had emptied his cumm-swollen balls into her vagina, the oriental felt the crime-fighter's cunt-walls spasm as they milked his pussy-stretcher of the very last drop of sperm. He pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of the Champion of All Women and noticed that she was only semi-conscious.

"Forget the fucking data."

"I just cock-whipped the fucking Champion of All Women."

When Ms. Americana awoke from her fuck-addled sex-induced blackout she found the straps holding her to the x-frame had been loosened, she sat up and tried to remember what had just happened but for some reason she could not recall anything that happened after she was strapped down.

"Did you get the data you needed?" she asked.

"Yes we did Ms. Americana." Li Hung replied.

"And we have repaired the belt."

"Just wear it around the compound today to make sure it works properly."

"Then you can go back to America and fight crime."

The next day Ms. Americana walked away with a properly functioning belt and a big smile on her face, she had nothing but good thoughts for the professional way in which the Great Harmony Rice Milling Corporation had serviced her and her power belt (though for some reason her pussy felt like someone had driven a truck up it), she was going to let all her crime-fighting friends know just how good they were.

If she could have heard the conversation between Li Hung and his partner she would have had a completely different opinion.

"Was Ms. Americana any good Li Hung."

"She was a magnificent fuck my friend."

"That was a idea of genius you had."

"Our power belts are controlled by a cell-phone signal."

"We can send a fault induction signal to the belt."

"Then we get the super-heroines to let us fuck them because we tell them we need to do it to fix the belt."

"These stupid American super-heroines will believe almost anything."

"I'm tired of big-titted super-heroines."

"I want something different from the next crime-fighter that comes in."

Li Hung went to the bank of computers and did a data base search of crime-fighters who had purchased Great Harmony Rice Milling Corporation power belts recently, he called up facial images and body statistics, he found one that looked like what he was looking for and went to another console before punching in some codes, he turned around looking very satisfied with himself.

"Little Bat-girl is going to be our next super-heroine fuck-toy."

"Her belt is about to fail."

"You know if we were really evil."

"We could fault all the super-heroine power belts at once and make a fortune from the criminals in the U.S.A."

"But why should we."

"We're already filthy rich and fucking the magnificent bodies of American super-heroines is so much fun."

"Let's sit down and run the film, the working title is - "Ms. Americana gets fucked" - I loved being involved in making it."

"We can sell a shit-load of copies of the video, nobody will believe it's really Ms. Americana getting her pussy reamed, but we still be able make a very good profit on our power belt double-cross scam."