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MS AMERICANA: JUSTICE IS SERVED
By Dark One
“Justice is served!” Ms Americana declared as the cops put
two muggers in a squad car. She’ just
captured them, saving a young man from a brutal robbery. The cops arrived just as she finished mopping
the streets with the two malefactors.
The curvaceous Queen of Justice, Delta City’s premier super
heroine, watched the police drive away with her latest victory, a smug smile on
her face. The inhabitants of Delta City’s
most notorious ghetto and red light district, Lower Saxony, had watched
sullen-faced. Few heroines, and even few
police, patrolled that particular district, so the criminals had almost free
rein to plunder. Ms Americana had
decided that it was time for Justice to prevail in that ghetto.
“You’re not welcome here,” Jay-Ray said. He was a big, burly drug pusher. One of the worst, too. He was high on the sexy super heroine’s list
of men to take down. “Get your fat white
ass off my streets before I had it too you on a silver platter, Americana.”
Ms Americana looked Jay-Ray and four of his “soldiers”
over. She knew them all too well,
unfortunately. Herc was the biggest, at
7 feet even. Dion was their pretty boy
“playa,” and the smallest at six foot four.
Leon was Dion’s cousin, an inch taller, and a brutal bastard with a
history of beating women, especially his girlfriends. Kareem was second only to Jay-Ray in the
group, and second only to Herc is height at six foot ten. And Terrance was the youngest, at eighteen,
but six foot five, three hundred pounds of attitude.
They were all big, black and muscular. Very intimidating looking, IF she wasn’t a
super heroine. Bulges in their waist
bands indicated pistols, which she had a defense against as long as the golden
power belt encircled her narrow waist.
Other bulges in their pockets indicated stashed drugs, or in her mind:
Evidence to get a drug conviction.
The super sexy super heroine made her decision.
“Justice will once again be served by the Queen of
Justice!” Ms Americana cried as she struck a super heroine pose before the five
drug pushers. She enjoyed the way they
all stiffened, tensing up for a big fight they had to know they could never win. “Surrender to the inevitable, or suffer the
consequences, miscreants.”
“Gotcha!” a man called as he wrapped arms around the
shapely Queen of Justice, pinning her arms to her side. “Hurry, take her out!”
Five big, burly street pushers rushed towards the sexy
super heroine. She struggled briefly, unable
to break free.
“Men!” Ms Americana said,
scowling. The statuesque super heroine
was as strong as ten men, but she had little leverage in her position, and he
was very big and strong. In truth, she
wasn’t concerned so much as embarrassed she didn’t see the sixth pusher who
caught her unaware so easily. “Bunch of pigs.”
He leaned over and stuck his hot, wet tongue in her
ear. So the statuesque super heroine in
red, white and blue kicked straight up, hitting him in the face with her
leg. It surprised him just enough,
loosening his hold minutely, but enough for the crafty vigilante to break free.
“A-ha! Fool, everyone knows you can’t keep a good
woman down!” she cried, spun and drove a powerful kick into the side of his
head. The pounding of feet on pavement
alerted her, and the acrobatic beauty did a sudden backwards flip, then kicked
out in a perfect split midair, and took out two more men. “Ms Americana is indomitable!
“Indominate this,” Jay-Ray said,
pounding a hard fist into her lower back.
“Ugh,” she grunted, stumbling forward a few steps. Then as he charged her, blood in his beady
eyes, she brutally backhanded him. That
stopped him, but didn’t take him out. A
swift kick to the balls bent him over, but before she could finish him off the
last two pushers attacked her. “I’ll be
back, miscreant.”
Ms Americana kicked out to her left, kicking at his solar
plexus. But he was cunning, dodged aside
and CAUGHT her red booted foot.
“Hey! Let go, you…mmmggghhhh,” Ms Americana said, but was cut off when the
last pusher pressed a damp cloth over her nose and mouth.
The Queen of Justice’s baby blues went wide when she
involuntarily sucked in a big lungful of chloroform. The gas’s insidious affects were
instantaneous. She was highly
susceptible to all knockout gasses, and that one in
particular. The hapless heroine
immediately exhaled hard, expending all that foul gas. But the damage was done.
Usually, chloroform makes her panic like nothing else. This time she kept her head, and drove a
brutal elbow into her attacker’s belly.
He grunted and fell away, taking the chloroform soaked cloth with him.
“Great Liber…ugh...ty. You will
pay for that,” Ms Americana said, hopping on one foot since the other thug
still held on with an evil grin. “And
you’ll pay for that.”
Ms Americana leapt up, then lashed
out with her free foot. Her savage kick
connected with the grinning thug’s chin, sending him reeling away. Ms Americana fell flat on her back.
Jay-Ray came flying through the
air, and landed next to her, driving his elbow into her firm, flat belly. That doubled the sexy vigilante up, gasping
and clutching her stomach.
Another pusher snatched her up by her long, silky black
hair, dragging the helpless heroine to her knees before pressing the chloroform
cloth to her face again. Gasping for
breath from the brutal elbow to the belly, Ms Americana was unable to stop
herself from inhaling huge quantities of the wicked knockout gas. She tried to pull his hand away as the other
goons gathered around her, grinning with wicked glee.
“Mmmggghh. Uuugggghh,” she
groaned, dreading the look of unnatural lust filling the dark eyes of the men
watching her succumb to the vile fumes.
“I love the smell of chloroform in the air,” the thug
sneered as she watched her baby blues cross, then roll
up. “It smells like super heroine
defeat.”
“Really?” Jay-Ray said, stepping
up and unfastening her strapless, stars and stripes, star-spangled top. Her 38Gs spilled out, all plump and firm and
bouncy. He grabbed two big handfuls of
firm titty meat. “It feels really good
to me.”
“That’s enough chloroform, bro,” another said. He grabbed the index finger of her red gloved
right hand, lifted it up high and let go.
It fell down bonelessly. “She’s
out cold.”
“Okay, gang, it’s time to gang-bang that super babe,”
Jay-Ray said, giving her titanic tits another hard squeeze. He pushed her straight back, so that she was laying back on her own feet, before he spread her knees
wide. Then Jay-Ray ripped off her red,
white and blue thong, gave it a deep sniff, and stuffed his battle trophy in a
back pocket. “I’m first.”
Ms Americana lay before the big African American pusher,
arms wide and naked. Her ginormous tits
were spilled to the sides, but still sticking up amazingly high. The sight of those juice white melons made
his throat tight and cock hard. Then he
glanced down at her exposed pubic patch, close cropped, triangular,
bikini-waxed, with the bubblegum pink pussy lips below, all glistening wet and
everything.
The notorious pusher maneuvered himself over the
unconscious super heroine, and guided his thick, black cock straight down and
into her moist vagina. Ms Americana gave
out a low groan as he penetrated her body, pushing in deeply very quickly. “Hold her down. Ms Ameri-nookie
will be waking up quickly now.”
“Uugggh,” she groaned, started to
rouse as he began a slow pumping motion in and out, in and out.
One of Jay-Ray’s men knelt upon each hand, and one knelt on
each forearm. So two
men used all of their considerable weight to hold each of her arms down. The pain of it was intense, and helped to
rouse the drugged stupid super heroine back into the real world.
“Wha…? Uggh. What is…Ooooohhh, Goddess,” she groaned. “Great Liberty, I’ve been captured and
stripped. And now Jay-Ray is molesting
me!”
“Wow, she’s really good at stating the obvious,” Jay-Ray
said, grinning. He started pumping
faster, really starting to enjoy himself.
Her pussy was starting to contract over and over, spasming,
feeling incredible. “Wait until you fuck
this snatch. It is amazing.”
“Get out of me, miscreant,” Ms Americana snarled. “I am a superior woman. I don’t not consent to this
sex act.”
“Do you consent to this?” Jay-Ray said, grabbed her tits,
squeezed them together and stuffed his face deep into her cleavage. Then he rubbed his face back and forth, very
fast. “Bbbrrrrrrrrrr!”
“Haha! Motorboat her, Jay-Ray! You the man!”
“How dare you!” the sexy super heroine cried, outrage
fueled in part by her body starting to enjoy the sex. Butterflies filled her belly, and her pussy
was burning and aching with need, with need for RELEASE. “Stop this, and surrender to me, and I’ll
talk to the judge in your behalf.”
“You’re almost as generous at these mega-tits, Americana,”
Jay-Ray said. He leaned over and sucked
in a rock hard nipple, and started sucking it with relish.
Ms Americana groaned long and low, squirming sexily beneath
him. He was pushing all of her most
intimate buttons, driving her traitorous body wild with need and desire. Then the sixth pusher knelt over her face.
“You got pretty lips, Americana,” he said, pulled out his
cock and stuffed it down her throat.
“Ggk! Ack!” she gagged, his thick black cock past
her tongue and pushing against the back of her throat. When he pulled back, she tried to spit him
out, shaking her head and using her remarkably strong tongue to push him
out. But he wouldn’t have that, so
thrust back all the way in. “Ugh! Aassk! Ack! Gak!”
“If you suck it, I won’t push it so far in,” he said.
Ms Americana struggled mightily to expel his vile cock from
her mouth. But she couldn’t do it, and
it was hard to breath as she gagged and gasped, choked
and suffered. Finally, as she felt her
body reaching critical mass from Jay-Ray’s activities, she reluctantly nodded
agreement, and he finally pulled back to a manageable dept.
“Suck it. Now!”
“Mmmggghh,” she groaned
miserably, but obeyed. Ms Americana had
no choice, since it took all her considerable will power to fend off the taming
climax threatening to explode deep in her belly. “Sssuuup! Gggggghhhh. Mmmgmgggggmmm.”
SLURP! Gulp. SLURP!
The worst part was his sweaty, hair balls were smothering
her face, rubbing her mask, eyes and nose constantly, and stank horribly. But she let her body do what it did best, and
sucked on his big cock while she tried to defend herself from a climax.
“Oh, hell yes!” Jay-Ray cried,
climaxing deep inside the sexy super heroine.
Ms Americana felt him squirting deep inside. It was too much for her to handle, and her
grip on the climax slipped. Seconds
later it hit her like a truck.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Ah, the mating call of the captured super heroine,”
Jay-Ray said. “I think we need to take
her some place private, pass her sweet white ass around until we’ve all had
enough, and she’s thoroughly tamed, then sell her to a
local pimp so we’ll continue to have access to her tight twat.”
“Now that sounds like justice,” another said.
“Yeah, street justice,” another piped in.
“We can do that..in…just a
second,” the man fucking her mouth said.
“I’m almost….aaaahhhhhhhh, yes.”
“Uuuuugggggggggghh!” she cried,
cheeks ballooned out as she struggled to swallow way too much cum, way too
fast. As he continued to squirt cum, and
pushed his massive cock deeper, hot milky cum spilled out of her mouth. In seconds her face was slathered with
viscous cum, slowly cooling. “Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.”
He pulled out and the debauched super heroine was hauled to
her knees. She glared up at the six
pushers, baby blues fierce in her righteous rage. They laughed and taunted her about the cum dribbling off her face and onto her heaving chest.
Jay-Ray pulled his pistol and aimed at her face. “On your feet, Americana. I know enough to know you lose your
protection from guns once climaxed. So
don’t try anything funny.”
“Funny?” Ms Americana said, sensuously rising to her feet
even as she held her red gloved hands up in the classic position of “hold-em up.” Her hot,
pink tongue slipped out and licked her full red lips clean, but move cum just
oozed down across them. “Justice is not
funny. It’s very serious.”
With that, Ms Americana’s left leg whipped out and around,
bashing the pistol aside. She punched
Jay-Ray in the throat, and commence to kicking pusher butt. The man’s whose cock she just sucked got a
swift kick in the balls, that put him down. Then she sent a roundhouse to another pusher,
before snapping a kick to the chin of another.
A series of savage punches finished off the rest of the pushers. Then she used their own belts to bind their
wrists behind their backs, before she “borrowed” Jay-Ray’s iPhone
to call the police.
Ms Americana collected her costume while they waited. Her top was in good condition, but her
matching thongs were destroyed beyond repair.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t find a skirt to cover herself
before the cops arrived. Their eyes
never roamed far from her naked twat.
So humiliating.
“As you can see, Jay-Ray, Justice is served,” Ms Americana
declared.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Ms Americana scowled into the dark as she eased down the
night-shrouded streets of Lower Saxony.
It was the first time she’d been to Lower Saxony since her minor
“setback” one week ago. But that
afternoon Jay-Ray and his cohorts in crime had been released by the DA, for
lack of evidence. Apparently attacking
and raping a respected super heroine wasn’t enough for the esteemed DA.
“I’ll just have to mete out my own Justice,” Ms Americana
said, baby blues blazing.
Besides, Jay-Ray and his friends had loudly and proudly
proclaimed their dominance of Ms Americana, and they said they had further
plans for her, too. Word was they had
mounted a pillory in the bed of a pickup truck, and planned to drive around
displaying HER on it.
“The arrogance of MEN,” Ms Americana sneered. “I’ll teach them a painful lesson, and serve
up some old fashioned justice, Ms Americana Style.”
It didn’t the veteran costumed crime fighter to find
Jay-Ray and his drug peddling buddies.
They were at the corner of Lower Saxony and Ledbetter, standing beside a
bright red, white and blue half-ton flatbed truck with a crude wooden pillory
mounted in the middle. She glowered at
it a long moment. The audacity of men!
“I’m really going to enjoy this,” the sexy super heroine
muttered, baby blues narrowed, as she strode purposely out of the night shadows
and straight towards those awful men. “Jay-Ray! You vile
miscreant, I heard you have big plans for me.
Well, here I am.”
“See?” Jay-Ray said, grinning like an idiot. “Just like in the movies. I told you, if we build it, she will
come. And there she is. Now we’ll all live happily ever after.”
“You’re an idiot,” Ms Americana sneered. “I almost feel bad for you. But I’ll feel much better after I beat you,
one and all, into bloody pulps. Who’s
first?”
“You know, Ms Tittilicousness,
you probably could beat each and every one of us to a pulp, IF we let you,”
Jay-Ray said, looking way to smug to her way of thinking. “But we’ve been thinking, and we’ve been
planning, and we’ve come up with a plan.
We plan to administer our own form of JUSTICE.”
Ms Americana struck a classic pose and sneered at
them. She was as strong as ten men, and
there was only six of them. How could they possibly think they could
defeat her? Arrogance,
pure and simple. But she wouldn’t
take their threat lightly. They were all
big, strong and street tough. If she
dropped her guard, any one of them could take her down in a heartbeat.
“Maybe I’ll lock you in that pillory, Jay-Ray,” she
said. “See how you like being paraded
around like a cheap piece of meat.”
“Let’s find out whose justice will prevail, Ms T and A,” he
said, then his dark eyes narrowed. “Get her!”
All six drug pushers charged the tall, raven-haired super
heroine. Ms Americana charged them as
well. But when they were separated by a
mere five feet, she suddenly jumped up, flipped over them and landed behind the
angry pack.
“Looking for me, scumbags?”
“Yeah,” Jay-Ray cried, angrily rushing her.
Ms Americana remained motionless until the last second, then she spun around to the side, and lashed out with a red
booted foot. She caught the unprepared
pusher in the throat, flipping him completely over to land face first on the
hard pavement. Then she used him as a
springboard and leapt at the remaining five men. They were still gawking down at their leader
when the sexy super heroine drove into them, fists and feet a blur.
A roundhouse took down Leon and Terrance, and a punch to
the solar plexus felled Kareem. But then
Dion grabbed her left wrist, while Herc punched her in the ribs. Then her arm was twisted painfully up behind
her back, and Herc started using her tits as a punching bag.
“Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh! Great Liberty, why must they beat my
breasts?” the sexy super heroine cried, the pain
intense. She kicked straight up,
catching Herc in the chin. He fell back
as she reversed her kick, and brutally drove a sharp stiletto heel into Dion’s
shin. “I warned you. Justice will always prevail.”
“We going to hurt you bad, bitch,”
Terrance growled.
Ms Americana looked around.
She’d hit every one of them hard.
Super heroine hard. And every last one of them fell, but got
right back up. They surrounded her, all
in fighting stances, faces full of rage and fury.
“You boys don’t know when to give up, do you?” the Queen of
Justice said, baby blues glowering at them with just as much anger.
“That’s why we always prevail, Ms Cockcandy,”
Jay-Ray sneered.
Anger flashed across her super model gorgeous face. Ms Americana lunged at Jay-Ray, changed
tactic in mid-attack and swung a powerful right cross at his face. He ducked and pounded a fist into her ribs,
then tripped with a kick at her ankles.
The sexy super heroine stumbled into the driver side door of the flatbed
truck.
“Great Liberty,” she growled, and dodged aside just a
fraction of a second before Herc’s fist slammed into the side of the truck and
caved in the side of the door. Baby
blues wide, she knew that would’ve been a disabling punch if he landed it. “Not fast enough, moron.”
Lashing out, she kicked Herc in the back of the head, then
leapt up and back flipped over Dion as he charged in. Unfortunately, the pushers were all shifting
around so much, trying to get an attack avenue to her, that she’d lost track of
everyone’s position. So she landed next
to Terrance, who promptly pounded a hard fist into the small of her back, then
smashed an uppercut to her chin.
“Ugh!” she cried, falling back, arms wind-milling as she
went. Jay-Ray and Leon came at her from
different sides, too fast to defend against.
Leon punched her in the belly, doubling her up, so that Jay-Ray’s more
powerful kick sailed over her head. The
kick probably would’ve put her down, so she counted her blessings. Only time she recalled being glad for a punch
to the gut. “You are just making me
angry.”
She elbowed Leon in the face, then
rabbit punched him. Jay-Ray wrapped his
thick arm around her head, catching her in a head lock. So she pounded his cock and balls with three
hard punches, forcing him to release her and stumble away whimpering.
Herc was there in half a second, his right fist streaking
towards her face. She caught his wrist,
pushing his brutal strike up and away, then brought it
back and around, forcing Herc’s arm up behind his back. Then set statuesque super heroine grabbed his
hair and shoved his face into the bed of the flatbed, twice. He crumbled limply at her feet.
“Yyyeeeawww!”
Kareem cried, charging in.
Ms Americana stepped forward, kicked out and caught the
raging pusher on her right foot, let her knee bend all the way to her belly,
shifted her weight and thus forced the pusher off the ground by his own
inertia, and thrust hard to send him flying over the truck.
“Whoa. That looked
cool,” Jay-Ray said. “Not as cool as my
cock slamming up her tight ass while you are locked in that pillory, but pretty
cool.”
Herc and Kareem were down.
Ms Americana was glad for that, but if the fight lasted much longer,
they would wake up and rejoin it. That
was the problem with fighting so many at once.
Heck, if the fight lasted too long, even she could be worn down and
captured. Four angry, very violent drug
pushers still faced her.
Ray-Jay stood before her.
Leon was two feet to his right, with Terrance beside him. Dion was to Ray-Jay’s left, with a two-foot
length of pipe.
Ms Americana sighed.
“When will you learn? Justice
will be served. There is no escaping
it.”
“There is no escaping us, or our justice,” Ray-Jay
said. “Get her.”
Terrance and Dion both charged her. The shapely vigilante dropped into a
defensive stance, waiting…waiting…waiting until the last second, then kicked
out at Terrance’s face, ducked and spun low with a foot thrown out. Dion’s steel pipe whistled over her head,
striking Terrance in the forehead, a second before her red booted foot kicked
Dion’s feet out from under him. Ms
Americana grabbed the steel pipe, wrenched from his hand and kicked him in the
head.
Dion and Terrance were down for the count. Just Ray-Jay and Leon to
deal with.
“I just lowered your odds for success, miscreants,” the
busty beauty declared proudly. “Two against
one, when the one is me, is a one way ticket to jail. I suggest you surrender peacefully, and maybe
I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“You are too generous, slut,” Ray-Jay said.
“Besides, Herc and Kareem are starting to wake up,” Leon
said, pointing behind her.
Ms Americana glanced back.
Herc was beginning to stir. She
couldn’t see Kareem on the other side of the truck. But too late she realized her mistake. Rookie mistake, in fact. She allowed herself to be distracted, to take
her eyes of her immediate foes.
“Oofff!” she cried, Ray-Jay’s
fist blasting the wind from her lungs when it smashed into her solar
plexus. Then Leon’s fist hammered the
side of her face, spinning her around.
In desperation, she lashed out wildly with the steel pipe, until Leon
caught her wrist, and hit the back of her hand so hard her fingers spasmed and released the pipe. Then Ray-Jay kneed her in the cunt. “Uuggh.”
The Queen of Justice dropped to her knees, intense pain
radiating throughout her spectacular body. Ray-Jay and Leon began kicking her, in the
head, chest, ribs and hips. So she
dropped and rolled…under the truck and to the other side.
“You go around that way,” Ray-Jay cried, heading the other
way.
Ms Americana rolled to a three point stand, then leapt up atop the bed of the truck. Then she ran to the end and dived off,
plowing into Ray-Jay’s side as he rounded the corner.
“Ugh,” he grunted upon impact.
“Ooff,” she grunted, when they
hit the ground and he was on top.
They grabbled and rolled, each tying unsuccessfully to get
a good hold on the other. When they
stopped rolling, Ray-Jay was on top, straddling her chest and holding her
wrists down to either side of her head.
She froze, locking eyes with him, still gasping for breath from the Ray-Jay’s
earlier punch to the solar plexus.
“Got you,” he said, leering down at her.
Leon came running up, the steel pipe in hand.
“Looks back,” she said, glancing right and left at his
hands holding hers down. Then she smiled
smugly up at him. “But I have super
strength. Do you?”
“Huh?”
Ms Americana forced her arms up with super human strength,
broke his holds, and boxed his ears.
Ray-Jay wailed in pain as she thrust him off. Leon arrived then and swung the steel pipe at
her head. She rolled aside, onto her
feet and kicked him in the face. As Leon
stumbled back, the valiant vigilante vixen snatched the pipe from his hand, and
turned on Ray-Jay. The pushers’ leader
was stumbling to his wobbly feet, glaring murderously at her.
“Ears ringing, miscreant? Good,” she said, before an ugly snarl claimed
her beautiful face. “Now taste
defeat. Justice is served!”
Ms Americana swung the steel pipe at Ray-Jay’s head. He kicked up desperately, caught her wrist,
and parried the blow. Spinning
completely around, he lashed out with a brutal backhand as she turned to
confront him.
“Ugh!” Ms Americana grunted, head
slapped to the side by the powerful blow.
Then he came back with a right to the stomach, at left to
the jaw, and an uppercut to the chin.
Light-headed, Ms Americana took a swing at his face, but he ducked and
punched her twice in the gut, and another time in the cunt. Then he pulled the steel pipe from her
weakened grasp, and hit her three times in the side of the head with it.
Ms Americana’s baby blues crossed, then
rolled up and she fell straight back.
Unconscious before she hit the ground.
“Ah, street justice is served,” Ray-Jay gasped out,
exhausted and aching terribly. Looking
around, he was the only one still standing.
Leon was on one knee, shaking his head to be rid of the cobwebs. Herc was also on one knee, and the others
were all stirring. “Now that was a
fucking fight.”
Ray-Jay walked over to Ms Americana and grinned down at
her. Victory over any super heroine was
glorious, but over the Queen of Justice it was priceless. Their street reputations were set. Ms Americana’s thirteen year reign as the
premier super heroine in Delta City was over.
And her crime fighting days were over, too. Forever.
“Come on, Sweet Tits.
We got lots more justice to mete out to your fat white ass,” Ray-Jay
said, using his foot to force her over onto her belly. Then he removed her all important power belt,
pulled out his switchblade, and CUT IT IN HALF.
“No more super power for you.”
Herc stumbled over just as Ms Americana started to wake up.
“Uuuggghh,” Ms Americana groaned,
starting to writhe prettily.
“Put her in the pillory, Herc,” Ray-Jay said.
“My pleasure,” the seven foot tall African American
said. He grabbed a massive fistful of
silky black hair, then jammed three thick fingers up her sphincter, and lifted
her up. Ms Americana’s baby blues flew
open, with inarticulate animal noises coming from her. Then Herc threw her headlong up atop the
flatbed.
“Great Liberty, I’ve been captured and depowered!”
“Depowered forever,” Ray-Jay said, holding up the two
halves of her power belt.
“What have you done?!?” she cried, horrified. “You’ve destroyed it! You…you’ve destroyed ME!”
“I know. Fucking
great, ain’t it, bitch,” he said, smugly. “Consider it Justice Served.”
Terrance and Herc climbed up onto the flatbed with
her. She gawked at them, then at the
pillory. They really were going to put
her in that. Public
display. Public
humiliation.
“You will all pay dearly for this,” Ms Americana cried as
Herc pulled her to her feet. Her head
was forced into the slot for it, and then Terrance forced her wrists into the
pillory, too, and held them tight while Herc lowered the top piece, locking Ms
Americana’s neck and both wrists in it.
That left the sexy super stacked super heroine bent over at the waist,
very erotically displayed. “If you don’t
release me immediately, I’ll personally hunt you all down if it takes the rest
of my life.”
“Can you shut her up, Herc?” Ray-Jay said as he climbed up
atop the flatbed.
“Oh yeah. Watch this,” Herc said, pulling out a monster
cock. He stepped up close to her
head. At seven feet even, he was just
tall enough her face was cock high to him.
The towering African American pressed the head of his cock to her full,
glossy red lips. “Suck my cock, whore.”
Ms Americana clamped her teeth together stubbornly. So Herc reached over and seized her index
finger. “I’m going to count to
three. If my cock is not tickling your
tonsils, I’m going to break this finger and rip it off your hand. One…Two…Ahhhhhh.”
Ms Americana knew those men too well. No idle threats. They meant business, and were brutal and
ruthless enough to do it. A broke finger
could put her out of action for months.
So, despite the bile rising up her throat, Ms Americana opened wide and
let his rank cock slip deep inside.
“Good job, Herc,” Ray-Jay said, starting to pull Ms
Americana’s thongs down mile long legs.
The sexy super heroine groaned miserably. She knew what that meant. It wouldn’t be a simple drive around Lower
Saxony, showing off their battle trophy, humiliating her. Oh no, they would drive around displaying her
as their battle trophy, while fucking her from both ends.
Her belly was full of crazy butterflies. Intense heat and aching claimed her cunt,
going deep inside. She felt her pussy
getting moist, then wet. She fought the
urge to rub her naked thighs together.
The beat down left her light-headed, and losing her thongs
didn’t help any. Worse, sucking on Herc
way too thick cock was almost all consuming, and also scrambled her mind. The taste, smell and feel of cock always did
that to her, especially when it was pumping in and out of her mouth. And the knowledge of what was about to
commence, was almost too much for her libido to handle.
“Mmmmggghhh,” she groaned. SLURP! Glkk! SLURP!
“Hmmmggghhh.”
Kareem got behind the wheel and started up the truck. Ms Americana rolled her baby blues. The humiliation was starting. She hated the idea of all those people gloating,
and cheering her fall, lecherously watching as her sacred body was violated
repeatedly, incessantly by very evil men.
And she knew without a doubt, no one would step forward to help her.
SLURP! So hard to
concentrate, to fight off the unholy urges and needs of her own, traitorous
body, while they abused and debased her in every way imaginable. And she couldn’t help but imagine quite a few
sexy, kinky scenarios.
“Mmmmggggh. Hmmmggg. Ugh! Ugh!” she groaned, then
grunted as she struggled to escape. All
in vain, and she soon gave up. SLURP!
GULP! “Uuuummmmmm.”
“What a sweet ass, Ms Fuckmeat,”
Ray-Jay said, caressing her ass cheeks lovingly, enjoying the satiny
smoothness, the warm silkiness, and their enticing firmness. It felt so good to her. So good it frightened her. How could she defend against that? After a moment, his fingers slipped deep into
her butt crack, and fingered first her sphincter, then
her bikini waxed twat. “Hey, this super
slut is sopping wet.”
“Ugh! HHHHGGGHHH!” she
screamed, wiggling her butt to try and fight him off.
SLURP! SssssssssssSLURP!
“What a raging whore,” Dion sneered. He reached over and yanked off her red, white
and blue, strapless top. He started
pinching and pulling on her left tit, and shortly Terrance joined in on that
particular fun on the other titanic tit.
“Remember when we waylaid, and fucked her last week? She wanted it.”
“Fucking A right she did,” Herc said with a strained
voice. “Damn, she’s sucking the shit out
of my cock.”
The truck moved out slowly down Lower Saxony once all of
the pushers were on. Jay-Ray moved up
behind the sexy super heroine, pulled out his cock and pressed it up against
her quivering cunt. He enjoyed the way
her sweet round ass wiggled in anticipation of penetration.
“Come one! Come all!” Leon cried through a
megaphone. “See how the mighty fall!”
Ray-Jay thrust deep into Ms Americana’s cunt.
“UUggghhhhhhh!” she groaned.
“Ms Americana! The
Great! The Mighty! The Queen of Justice,
has been captured!” Leon called. People
were gathering along the street, like it was a parade. “Listen to the uptight, arrogant super
heroine grunt and groan as the mighty Cock of Street Justice hammers her into
submission!” People laughed, and the
statuesque super heroine’s face flamed in shame. Her shame fueling her
raging, out of control emotions.
Her ardor burned deeper, higher, more intense
because of it. The butterflies were
burned away, leaving her filled with liquidy heat so
intense it scorched her soul. “Ms Americana
INVADED our territory. Ms Americana
VIOLATED our customs and laws. Ms
Americana was SLAPPED DOWN for her transgressions! Ms Americana now suffers her inglorious
defeat! Ms Americana is FEELING how we
meet Justice!”
“Uugh! Ugh! Agh!” Ms
Americana grunted in time with Ray-Jay’s powerful thrusts, driving her wild,
scrambling her weakening mind, loosening her self-control. She was at the very brink, and it took all of
her strength and concentration to hold that climax at bay. “Agh! Uggh!”
Ray-Jay grasped her well rounded hips tighter, hammering
her faster as he began to grunt and gasp too.
“Aaggh…gaaggllleg!
Ugh!” SssssssssssSLURP! “Aaggh. Huugggmmhhhh!”
“Her power belt is destroyed!” Leon called, getting a gasp
from the crowd. “Look. She’s about to climax, and then SHE WILL BE
DESTROYED!”
“Yes!” Ray-Jay cried, climaxing and filling Ms Americana’s
cunt with cum.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”
she cried around Herc’s cock, her climax wiping her mind clear. “Ugh!
Ugh!” SLURP! Gulp!
SLURP! “Ugh! Ugh! Aaaaaaggggggghhh!”
Herc looked down, barely holding onto his seed it felt so
good. But he saw the intelligence bleed
out of Ms Americana’s baby blue eyes, and knew she was tamed. She was just a lust piece of fuck meat, and
she was THEIR fuck meat. Herc lost his
battle.
“Uuugggh. Yes! I
came inside Ms Americana’s MOUTH!” He
pulled out, and squirted three more wads into her gorgeous masked face. “Take that, Americana!”
“Great Liberty, I am TAMED!”
Leon handed the megaphone to Ray-Jay, and stepped behind Ms
Americana. Her eyes went wide when he
penetrated her sphincter, driving deep inside.
“Uuguggggh,” she groaned.
The six drug pushers drove up and down Lower Saxony for the
next four hours, while they all rotation through all of Ms Americana’s
orifices. Once they were all sated, the
pulled over at the intersect of their greatest
triumph. Ray-Jay stood beside the
cum-soaked face of the hated super heroine, and addressed the jubilant crowd.
“My friends, my brothers, my sisters of
the street. Too long
this….thing…has terrorized us. Too long
we heard her cry of ‘Justice is served!’ as the cops took us away after she
beat us to within an inch of our lives,” Ray-Jay said. “Not anymore!
The tables are turned! Tonight,
we meted OUR justice!” He reached down,
grabbed the edge of her blue, star-spangled mask and pulled it off. “JUSTICE IS SERVED!”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
“Right this way, gentlemen,” T-Bone said. The tall, middle-aged pimp wore a burgundy
suit and matching hat. His pimp cup in one beringed hand, and a jeweled walking stick in
the other. He “escorted” his
clients down a dark, trash-strewn alley deep in the Lower Saxony ghetto, right
off the main street of Lower Saxony.
“She’s been here about a week now, and has proven quite popular. I’m not sure her knees have touched in all
that time.”
“This is amazing,” the blonde, bespectacled Frat boy
said. His four Frat brothers nodded in
agreement. “I’ve only dreamed of this
opportunity.”
“Really?” T-Bone said.
“Yes. Being law
students, we’re interested in all aspects of law and justice, including street
justice,” he said.
“Then you will be very interested in this,” T-Bone said,
opening a nondescript door and leading them inside. Before them was a line of ten men, watching
another madly humping Ms Americana. Her
legendary strapless top and thongs were crudely thumb-tacked to the wall above
her, along with her equally legendary mask.
She wore only her tiara, choker, gloves and boots. T-Bone had added huge silver hoop earrings to
her outfit, as well as silver bangles on both wrists. Her navel was pierced and a navel ring hung
from it. When she opened her mouth to
gasp, they spotted a silver stud through her tongue. “As you boys can see, justice is truly
served, now that Ms Americana has succumbed to our PENILE system.”
THE END