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MS AMERICANA: LAIR OF THE DRAGON QUEEN
By Dark One
Ms Americana flattened herself against the cold brick
wall. It was the kind of dark villains
loved to lurk in. The kind of darkness
they loved to hide their nefarious activities inside. It was the dark around Dragon Queen's lair.
The super shapely super heroine licked full red lips and
narrowed baby blues as she looked all around for traps or lurking
henchmen. Dragon Queen was as fastidious
with her security as with her insidious experiments. A very detail oriented woman, indeed.
"But she's no match for me," Ms Americana
whispered, and grinned roguishly.
The only sounds were the singing night insects, and the
soft click and scrap of her red stiletto boots.
Her legendary red, white and blue, star-spangled and stripped bikini
costume barely covered her luscious body, while a blue star-spangled mask hid
her secret identity from the world. She
also wore red star earrings, blue choker and red gauntlet gloves. And of course, her golden power belt that
gave her super strength and endurance, and her golden
tiara, proclaiming her the Queen of Justice.
Dragon Queen's lair was an abandoned research facility just
outside of Delta City's city limits. Two
weeks ago she spoke with Green Spectre about this facility. The other super heroine thought something
strange was going on out here. She
hadn't heard anything from her green clad comrade since. Both Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were
missing. Then last night, while on
patrol, she and Flag Girl has encountered Dragon Queen and a dozen of her
goons. After the smoke clear, Ms
Americana was alone in the dark streets, and Flag Girl was gone.
It was simple enough to do the math.
"Hang on, my courageous comrades," Ms Americana
said. "I'm coming to the
rescue."
The Queen of Justice eased up to a side door and tried the
knob. It was locked. Not a problem. With her super strength, she ripped the door
open and slipped inside. No alarm went
off. Evil villains rarely used alarms,
because they attracted unwanted attention if set off.
The gorgeous super heroine found herself in a long, dark
hallway, with a dim light at the distant end.
But it was surprisingly clean for an abandoned facility. The hard tile floors gleamed from recent
polishing. Her clicking footsteps echoed
loudly in her hypersensitive ears.
The one dim light was over a double door. Light was bleeding from under that door,
too. Pressing her ear against it, she
heard voices, including an imperious feminine voice, with an Asian accent. Dragon Queen!
<I've done it!
I've found Dragon Queen,> she thought triumphantly. <And the police said it couldn't be done.>
"Halt, you are all under arrest!" Ms Americana
cried as she kicked open the double door and charged in.
Dragon Queen gawked at her from the middle of two huge
goons. She was a not petite Asian,
either. From her rap sheet, Ms Americana
remembered she was five foot seven, one hundred ten pounds, with measurements
of 36-24-36. Dragon Queen had fierce
brown eyes and waist length jet black hair.
She wore a red silk Chinese gown with a daring slit up her right leg and
red stiletto pumps.
The arch villain's look of surprise quickly changed to a
sneer of contempt.
"Oh, it's you," Dragon Queen said. "Took you long
enough."
"Traffic," Ms Americana said. "And you could try finding a more
convenient location."
"I'll put that on my To Do List, right under watching
you being fucked into submission," Dragon Queen said. Then she shoved the two goons. "Get her."
Ms Americana shook her head woefully. It was rather insulting that Dragon Queen
thought two mere men could take her. It
would take five times that pair's numbers to equal her strength.
They split up and circled wide around the room. That brought them in on opposite sides of the
beautiful Queen of Justice. She watched
their approach with a smug smile as she fluffed her waist length lustrous black
hair. With her hands in her hair like
that, her titanic 44DDs were lifted and displaying enticingly. The men couldn't take their lusty eyes off
her legendary rack, as was her plan.
<Men, so easily distracted by a beautiful woman,> she
thought contemptuously.
Dragon Queen rolled her eyes in disgust as the men shuffled
to their doom.
"From now on, I hire only EUNUCHS," Dragon Queen
said.
"Too late," Ms Americana said.
The hyper hot super heroine suddenly spun around. An incredible roundhouse kick hit one, then
the other, in the head. Both men flew
backwards to land in motionless heaps.
One kick, two goons down.
Ms Americana grinned smugly at Dragon Queen and wiggled her
perfectly plucked eyebrows at her.
Dragon Queen now looked afraid. She stepped back one step and held both hands
out before her in a warding action. Ms
Americana tugged up on her bikini bottoms and started striding over to take the
villainess vixen into custody.
"Wait!" Dragon Queen cried, stopping Ms Americana
halfway to her.
"Wait for what, miscreant?"
"This," Dragon Queen said,
grinning and stepped on a half hidden button in the floor. Ms Americana looked up, expecting a net to
fall, but instead the floor dropped out from under her booted feet. A yawning, black opening suddenly was beneath
her. "This is where you get the
SHAFT."
"Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!"
Ms Americana cried as she plunged deep beneath the earth.
The gaping shaft dropped her about ten feet, then turned
into a spiraling slide. Seconds later
she was dumped ungraciously into a dark round room. She quickly scrambled to her feet as the
ceiling slowly rolled back with a loud grinding noise, to reveal Dragon Queen
and her two goons standing atop a thick glass ceiling, laughing down at her.
"You were the easiest super heroine to capture so far,
Ms Ameri-ditz," Dragon Queen said.
"You simple minded fool," Ms Americana
snarled. "I'm not captured. Far from it. In fact, I will be out of this amateurish
trap in short order, and don't expect any mercy from me now."
"Really? Amateurish? Hmm, does this look like amateurish?"
Dragon Queen said, holding up a remote.
Ms Americana sucked in her breath.
Then the shapely villainess pressed a button and a door began to slide
open before Ms Americana. "My creation. I
hope you like it as much as I do."
She laughed as a large, greenish-gray creature half crawled, half
slithered out. It reminded her somewhat
of an octopus, with eight long, thick tentacles. "But I don't think we'll enjoy it the
same way."
"Great Liberty!"
The creature was faster than she initially thought. And craftier. It sent two tentacles at her at the same
time, high and low. She batted the high
tentacle away, but the other wrapped around her left leg. It proved incredibly strong.
"Let go, you misbegotten creature," she cried,
trying to pull the tentacle off her leg.
Then a tentacle wrapped around her slender throat from behind. In that instant she realized the main body of
the creature was right next to her, with tentacles all around her. "Aack!"
The statuesque super heroine reached for the tentacle
around her neck even as she felt another one encircle and capture her right
leg. Her long, shapely legs were
immediately pulled wide. And worse, her
hands never reached her neck, each being captured by tentacles.
"Great Liberty! Not my top!" she cried as the creature
pulled her patriotically themed top off.
Then two more tentacles come from behind her, each with a sucker on the
tip. "Oh no! Not my full, ripe breasts!"
Both suckers attached themselves to her pretty pink
nipples. And began
sucking intensely. Ms Americana
struggled for a few minutes, frantic to escape this vile creature's
clutches. All the while it sucked harder
and harder on her titanic tits, until the impressive 44DDs were burning with
need, and erupted milk. "Great
Liberty, I'm being MILKED!"
"Milked like a cow," Dragon Queen laughed from
high above.
"Milked like the fat titted cow she IS," one of
the goons crowed merrily.
The super endowed Queen of Justice didn't pay them any
heed. She had bigger problems,
mainly she could feel milk gushing out of her perfect tits and into those vile
tentacles. And her 44DDs were visibly
deflating.
"My beautiful breasts are RUINED!"
While distracted, the stunning super heroine didn't see two
other tentacles reach around to the small of her back and seize her power
belt. With super human effort, the foul
creature pulled and the belt that cannot be removed came loose. She instantly felt her super strength and endurance
evaporate.
"I've been de-powered!" she cried,
horrified. Then the same two tentacles
ripped off her bottoms. "Not my
panties! I'm utterly vulnerable to this
insidious monster's vile intentions now!"
She looked up at a gloating Dragon Queen. "I will have my vengeance!"
"Not today, Ameri-COW," Dragon Queen said.
Before Ms Americana could respond, she felt something slimy
sliding up her inner right thigh.
Looking down she could only gawk a long moment. One of the tentacles had a pulsating, oozing
phallic appendage. And it was making
straight to her exposed pussy.
"Yuck! Oooh,
don't let that nasty thing touch me!" she cried. Then it pressed up against her strangely wet
pussy lips. Ms Americana gyrated her hip
this way and that, thrust them back and forth, trying to avoid being impaled on
that creature's nasty phallus. But to no
avail, because a few seconds later it pushed through those hot, moist folds of
sensitive flesh, and into her slit. It
didn't hesitate this time, and plunged deep into her vulnerable vagina. "Uuuugggghhhhhhhh! I've been PENETRATED!"
Ms Americana didn't realize how aroused her body had become
until she was impaled on that phallic tentacle.
Beads of sweat were already rolling down her shapely, toned and very overheated body.
She was tingling all inside in that most frightening of ways, at least
for a super heroine dependant on pent up sexual frustration to power her power
belt.
Her head rolled back and she arched her back, incredulous
that anything could feel so damn GOOD.
She was held tight, held immobile, while that insidious monster fucked
her. For fifteen minutes it pumped in
and out of her body, driving her mad with need and desire, but she ground her
teeth and doggedly fought off the orgasm that threatened to destroy her,
threatened to be so powerful she would be tamed.
"Oh," she gasped as the suckers released her
aching nipples. Glancing down, she
gasped in horror at the sight she beheld.
"My TITS!
They are RUINED! Completely deflated!"
Two empty bags drooped down almost to her navel. Utterly empty.
That sight, that shocked her to her psyche, was all it took
to batter down the last wall of determination.
Ms Americana felt the orgasm change her whole body, as it suddenly
erupted from deep, deep down.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she
cried. "Great Liberty, I've been
TAMED!" And threw back her head,
arched her back even more, and climaxed again,
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The genetically engineered creature continued to fuck the
sexy and now horny super heroine for another hour. She lost count of the climaxes after twenty,
didn't care anymore. After that first
pair of orgasms, she didn't even fight them anymore.
"Ms Americana is defeated at long last!" Dragon
Queen crowed from high above, looking down on her most hated enemy laying
spread-eagle on the floor below, covered in slowly cooling creature cum and her
own breast milk. "Drag her away, my
pet. Take her to the breeding
chamber."
The vile creature began shuffling away, dragging the
unconscious Queen of Justice by one ankle.
Ms Americana slowly woke up halfway down that cool, dark corridor. She forced her body to remain totally relaxed
and loose, like it was still unconscious, as she studied the creature dragging.
<His head looks soft and vulnerable,> she thought,
and went into action a second later.
With her loose foot, she drove her sharp stiletto heel into
the tentacle wrapped around her other ankle.
She drove it a good four inches into the fleshy tentacle, forcing it to
release her ankle. Before the creature
could turn around to face her, Ms Americana jumped on its back and straight
finger gouged first one, then the other eye out. Once it was blinded and thrashing about
madly, she began driving her hard elbow into the top of its head until she
completely smashed its brains to mush and it was left a quivering mess on the
floor.
"I'd like to see Dragon Queen's face when she
discovers her hell-spawned pet dead," Ms Americana said, grinning grimly.
Ms Americana looked both ways. The door back to the circular chamber was
closed now. She suspected Dragon Queen
already had possession of her power belt, and probably her shredded
costume. Villains seemed to love keeping
mementos, trophies, of their adventures and conquests.
"I'll get those back shortly, but first things
first," she said, continuing down the way the creature was dragging
her. "I'll wager my sweet round
butt that my friends and comrades are at the end of this hallway."
The door at the end was open, letting in the only light
there was inside the corridor. The
statuesque super heroine strode down that corridor confidently, her 44DDs
bouncing enticingly. Her smile had
returned and she was feeling her oats again.
<I misspoke in the excitement of the moment,> she
thought, grimacing as she recalled her time with the creature. <I wasn't TAMED, just merely forced to
climax. I really must learn to tell the
difference.>
Ms Americana's heart was still pounding and her breathing
was labored, but she had a major dose of adrenalin surging through her shapely
body and felt up to the coming task. But
when she stepped through the door, she stopped and had second thoughts.
"Yikes! What
kind of dungeon of horrors is this?"
Beautiful young women were everywhere. Lined up along the walls,
and in long rows in the middle of the room. Their feet were down at the floor, but they
were laid on tables at forty-five degree angles. Steel bands held them immobile. Most had swollen bellies, and almost all of
them had hideous, sluglike creatures about the size of footballs suckling at
their engorged tits.
"Uuggh, this is horrible. Dragon Queen will pay dearly for this
outrage," she growled, and raced over to the first woman. The beautiful redhead looked to be about
twenty. Ms Americana seized the slug on
her left tit, and twisted it in two.
Ichor gushed out of the dead creature as it screamed its death. "Be gone, vile vermin!"
The little monster's scream frightened the rest off the
other women. They all raced away with
surprising speed, vanishing into numerous holes along the walls.
With that done, Ms Americana began moving through the room,
looking for Flag Girl and her friends.
It only took a few minutes before she found them, all lined up next to each
other.
"Great Liberty! I didn't know!" Ms Americana cried in
horror as she gazed upon the long line of captured super heroines.
She spotted Got Gal and Got Chic first. Next was blonde Jungle Babe, and next to her
Lady Midnight. Then came
Azure Angel, Night Raven and Champion Girl.
Last, but not least, were the three she was looking for -- Flag Girl,
Green Spectre and Spectre Girl.
All of them were in the same sad condition -- stripped to
boots, gloves and mask, bellies fat with monster seed and delirious with base,
carnal needs. As she stared
open-mouthed, Green Spectre grunted, convulsed, and squeezed out another
sluglike creature. It slithered up the
gorgeous blonde's round belly, and attached itself to a swollen tit. It made the most grotesques slurping sounds
as it fed.
"Yech, ugh," Ms Americana cried, and jerked the creature
off. She threw it with all her might
against the wall, killing it. "So sick!"
An eerie groan filled the room, almost sounding like a
growl. She looked around warily, then noticed the empty table next to Flag Girl. Probably Dragon Queen intended that for
her. But she killed the creature. At least the adult. There were an untold number of babies to be
rounded up and killed, after she rescued her friends and the other poor women.
Movement between Got Gal's legs caught her attention. A phallic tentacle rose up and easily pushed
into the sexy super heroine's now stretched out pussy. Got Gal arched her back, smiled blissfully
and moaned wantonly. Then Ms Americana
spotted the seed moving up the breeding limb, bulging out the tube as it
traveled up.
"No!" she cried, and ripped the
phallus out, then flung it down and stomped on the seed still moving up it.
A deafening scream of rage and pain filled the room.
Hundreds of tentacles dropped from the ceiling all around
her. Ms Americana dropped to a defensive
crouch, shocked by her predicament. The
tentacles began thrashing about, looking for the attacker.
It didn't take long.
"Great Liberty!" she cried, battling for her
life. Then a huge, bulbous head dropped
from the ceiling a few feet to her right.
Eyeballs the size of her head focused angrily upon the struggling super
heroine. "It's HUGE! This has got to be the mother of all
monsters."
Without her power belt, Ms Americana was tangled up in the
creature's tentacles even faster than last time. Within seconds she was secured and helpless.
Then three tentacles with phalluses descended.
The first plunged straight up into her still aching pussy.
"Yeow!"
Ms Americana felt the second one ease up between her firm,
round butt cheeks, all sticky and wet.
It quickly found her sphincter and forced its way in despite her valiant
struggle to stop that most humiliating of violations.
"Uuuaaaggghhhh!" she groaned, feeling every inch
of the phallus's ten inches pounding insistently up her butt. "Oh, you're ripping me in half."
The Father Creature quickly had a steady, mind-numbing
double stroke going that quickly sent Ms Americana's overheated and already
aroused body into sexual overdrive. She
began bucking and groaning wantonly, back arched and head back. In less than a minute the monster ripped a
climax out of her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she
cried, and saw the third phallus descending towards her mouth. Her mouth watered, forcing her to swallow
twice. "Great Liberty, I am
lost."
Ms Americana opened her mouth and took the phallus in
without protest. She immediately began
sucking. Seminal
fluids starting flowing, down her chin and down her throat. She groaned and sucked harder.
"What a whore," Dragon Queen's disembodied voice
said, echoing through the vast chamber.
"Hello baby maker one hundred and twelve. My newest super brood mare. Sweet dreams."
The sexy super heroine realized she was having a harder and
harder time staying awake.
<The seminal fluids must have a sleeping agent in
them,> she thought. <Or some kind of narcotic that will leave me in lala land.>
Pressure on her pussy made her glance down. She saw a thick bulge in the inseminating
tube, leading up to the phallus inside her.
The seed had reached her pussy and was trying to force its way inside.
"Uuuugggghhhhh," she groaned as the seed pushed
inside and was released. "Mmmmmm."
"And thus the legendary Ms Americana's storied
crime-fighting career ends," Dragon Queen's rich voice purred from the
intercom above. "Your insidious
progeny will terrorize the world for generations to come."
THE END