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Regina (Call Me Americana #5)

by Sigma

I

“This is a terrible idea. I wish you would reconsider,” Freya’s voice came in over the discreet earpiece Americana had in her ear. “You have another obligation tonight, you know.”

The heroine pressed the button on her choker to communicate. “Freya, I will be fine. This guy is just some two-bit pimp, and I need to cut my teeth here. Let Anna schmooze with the in-crowd. I don’t need to be there.”

“My dear, I think you are underestimating how dangerous Sugar Town is.”

“I think you’re overestimating how well I’m gonna do,” Americana fired back.

Freya paused. “...That’s exactly what I’m doing….I’m so confused right now.”

“Bye Freya. Talk to you in a bit,” Americana said before cutting her off. She stood in front of the Wolf’s Den, a popular brothel and rumored human trafficking hub in the neon-lit heart of Sugar Town. The busty young heroine put her hands on her shapely hips, ignoring the stares of the people walking around her and smirked. “I’m coming for you, Hawkins.” She grabbed her belt, swearing she could feel her own power, and approached the building.

*

Devin “the Wolf” Hawkins, sat in his office in the back of the Wolf’s Den, counting a stack of cash. On the couch in front of him, two young woman, naked except for their heels, made out with each other, with one fingering the other. His cock was stiff in his pants and he had a wide grin on his face.

All three of them jumped when the door burst off its hinges and one of Hawkins’ goons flew through and hit the ground.

“Whoa!” Hawkins shouted, jumping up and grabbing the handgun he had on the desk. Americana stood in the doorway and quickly darted in, ducking low just as the gun went off. She knocked it from his hands and shoved him back, knocking him back into his chair.

“Devin Hawkins?” Americana said, looking down at the scrawny, tattooed man in his late 30s as she smashed his gun. “I’m shutting you down.”

“What the fuck…?” Hawkins looked up at her. “Oooh, you’re that costumed skank. Get out of here. You’re gonna fuck up my money.”

“No,” Americana said. “I’m just gonna fuck you up.” She then grabbed his collar and pulled him over the desk, dropping him at her feet.

Hawkins grunted and got up, straightening the purple suit jacket he wore over his naked torso. “Is that right, sweet-meat? I think you’re gonna have to fuck my boys up first.”

“I already did that on the way in,” Americana grinned.

“Oh, I figured that. I’m talking about those boys right behind you,” Hawkins said, nodding.

Americana turned around and saw more goons come in. There were at least a dozen, all big men built like pro football linemen. She turned and faced them as they started surrounding her. “...Shit…”

*

Chaos erupted onto the streets of the Wolf’s Den as Americana burst through the front door, her star-spangled bikini top torn away and her impressive tits fully out. Hawkins’ goons were on her, and one dove and tackled the young heroine to the ground, wrapping his big arms around her shapely legs.

“Get off of me!” she demanded, throwing punches and kicks as more men swarmed her. Pretty soon, enough of them were on her that they managed to subdue the heroine. They grabbed her arms and legs and lifted her up over their heads to carry her. Grasping hands covered every inch of exposed skin as the heroine screamed in anger and was dragged back inside.

As that was going on, Hawkins stepped out and stood by the door. He lit a cigar and watched quietly, taking a large puff as Americana was taken back inside, screaming and cursing him and his goons. Hawkins looked at confused and bewildered passersby. “New attraction coming soon, folks,” he said. He then looked at his broken front door. “...Gonna have to take that out of her ass,” he said before walking in after his men.

*

Americana endured hours of abuse at the hands of Hawkins, his men, and some of the working girls. She lay on the dirty, cum-drenched floor of one of the private rooms, he legs spread, pussy dripping, and chest heaving. She was surrounding by used sex toys and discarded condoms.

 Hawkins stood by a small, bedside table, pouring himself a double whiskey and downing the whole thing. He was completely naked, with a stiff cock hanging between his skinny legs, and he smiled and put the whiskey down before grabbing a mug and pouring some water.

“Ya know, I’ve been following you these last few months,” he said, drinking some water. “Ever since that shit at the museum.”

Americana slowly turned her head, her breathing still rapid.

“Razor was a good buddy of mine. He and the crew came here often. Me and Ruby Rotten had a thing going. That girl could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Some of the girls here absolutely adored Joyboy. Why’d you kill Razor at the prison?”

“...I…didn’t…” Americana breathed. “Heart...attack…” She gagged and choked when Hawkins poured the rest of his water on her, soaking her face, chest, and tits. She shot up from the shock, only for Hawkins to grab her hair and forced his cock in her mouth. He thrust his hips back and forth, forcing it down her throat. She grabbed his legs, losing herself in the sensation of his shaft moving in and out of her mouth.

She could only focus on the feelings of pleasure, on the pending explosion of his cum down her throat, just as he and his men had been filling her up over the past few hours. It didn’t bother her that she was in this man’s clutches. It didn’t bother her that, if she didn’t get away soon, things might only get worse for her.

Instead, Americana moaned lightly, lapping up his taste and slurping up every hard inch. At the same time, she moved one hand down her body and and began toying with her still wet pussy, flicking the clit while using two figures on herself, heightening her sense of pleasure. She bobbed her head back and forth, his luscious lips wrapped around Hawkins tight.

He threw his head back in pleasure, pulling the broken heroine’s hair and grunting. “Ah...fuck!” he said. He let out a sigh. “Holy shit. Ruby ain’t got shit on you!” Her tongue coiled around him. His balls tightened, and he could feel himself ready to fill her up, yet again. His muscles contracted, his body stiffened, and just before he could explode, his pulled out and made her grab his cock with her bare hands.

Americana got his meaning and began jerking him off. After a few tugs, Hawkins grunted loudly and a hot stream of his cum exploded all over her face, a mask on top of her mask. She lapped it up with her tongue, while still fingering herself. She used her other hand to take some off and then licked her finger clean while looking at Hawkins, who stopped to catch his breath. He then looked at Americana, grinned, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her naked out of the room.

He brought her to the lobby, where some of his men and the working girls were loitering around.

“Boys and girls!” Hawkins said. “This was a good night, wasn’t it? But what could make it better? Well, my friends, we’re gonna find out who this bitch really is!”

There was a loud cheer. In a sudden moment of clarity, Americana realized she was in trouble, and she looked up at Hawkins with a shocked look. She got up, but one of his men grabbed the heroine, wrapping his big arm around her neck. She struggled to get free and Hawkins laughed while walking over.

“Don’t worry, babe. After I expose you, I’ll put that ass to work,” Hawkins promised. He squeezed her tits and then reached up and grabbed her mask. He pulled at it, and then there was a bright flash.

Hawkins and his people screamed as the light from Americana’s tiara blinded them and left them stumbling around the room.

Americana thought quickly, looking to the exit. She made a move toward it before turning and sprinting back to the room where Hawkins fucked her. She quickly grabbed her power belt and then ran back to the entrance. Hawkins’ men were starting to recover and one blocked her path. She leap frogged over him and went through the door. When she ran out, they were on her tail. Americana took off down the street and looked up when she heard jet engines. Eagle-1 soared overhead, deploying small canisters as it passed.

The canisters unfolded into a series of automated drones, an invention of Professor Werder’s, and flew toward Americna. They fired rubber bullets at Hawkins’ people, making them retreat, and Americana kept running. Eagle-1 doubled back and flew low, deploying a rope that Americana grabbed before the plane climbed again. The rope reeled the heroine into its cramped cargo compartment and the drones flew in behind her before the door closed and the plane followed its course home.

*

“What were you thinking?! I told you not to do it!” Freya fumed.

Brenda sat on the couch, freshly showered and wrapped in a bathrobe, but with her head down and hands clenched on her bare thighs.

“He could have sold you into sex slavery, or worse, killed you outright!” Freya continued. “You went in there, not knowing how many men he had, or what weapons he had, and you thought you had a chance! You’re lucky I kept the ship circling Sugar Town.”

“...Thanks…” Brenda said.

Freya paused, breathed, and took a moment to collect herself. She then sat down on the couch next to Brenda. “…I am not upset with you. I just wish you wouldn’t be so reckless. You’re superhuman yes, but you are still human…”

“Yeah…”

“But we need to talk about how you skipped the Wade Foundation gala tonight to go on this silly little raid.”

“I hate those things…”

“I know, and I understand. But Brenda Wade still has to make appearances. It can’t always be Americana,” Freya said. She then hugged Brenda. “Look, it’s been a long night. Get some rest, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Brenda watched her get up. “Thanks, Freya…”

Freya smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and walked off to her room.

Brenda watched her go and sat in silence, thinking about the last few hours. A look of shock then crossed her face. “...I meant to say she was underestimating me! God, I’m such an idiot!”

II

The next day, as hot water from the shower soaked Brenda and she belted out the chorus of Electra Nova’s latest hit song “Radiant Dreams”, the door to Brenda’s private bathroom opened.

She screamed when the curtain was pulled aside and Professor Werder grabbed her arm and pulled her from the shower.

“Ms. Brenda! Come, you must see my latest invention!”

“I really gotta start locking that door…” Brenda said as she followed him while grabbing her towel.

*

Freya was already in the professor’s lab when he and Brenda arrived. She stood near the training robot, and next to the training bot was something roughly the size and shape of a human under a white sheet. The professor smiled and stood by his creations and grabbed the sheet.

“Ladies, behold!” he pulled the sheet aside to reveal a naked woman, six feet tall, busty and curvy, with long black hair. She was completely anatomically correct, down to the clit.

Freya and Brenda looked at it, then at each other, then the professor.

“Professor…” Freya said. “...Not that I mean to question your genius, but did you bring us here to show us you invented a sex doll for yourself?”

“Sex doll?” The professor said, looking at it. “Ooooh, no, no my dear. I have no need for such things. My wife of 30 years and I have a very active sex life. Our seven children can attest to that.”

“Seven? Jeez…” Brenda said. “Then who is this?”

“The autonomous superheroine simulacrum,” the professor said.

Brenda thought on it. “A.S.S.? Really?”

“It wasn’t intentional,” the professor huffed.

Brenda walked forward and grabbed the robot’s tit. “It feels just like the real thing.”

“Indeed. The skin is a compound of my design. Indistinguishable from the real thing. At first, I built her as a companion for the training robot, but Ms. Freya and I were having coffee and she lamented the you often prefer your duties as Americana to your duties as Brenda Wade.”

Brenda glared at Freya.

“So I gave her new functions.”

“Is that why she resembles Brenda?” Freya asked.

“Indeed! She is the same height and build as Ms. Brenda, but without looking exactly like her. I figured if she gets unmasked, Ms. Brenda’s identity will still be safe,” he explained.

“Brilliant, professor!” Freya said.

“Wait, a robot’s taking my job?!” Brenda said. “Why can’t she do company stuff instead?”

“Because I built her for combat, dear,” Professor Werder said. “I learned much more about AI these past few weeks. Her neural network is far, far more sophisticated than the training robot’s. And she is not a replacement, merely a supplement. Now Brenda Wade and Americana can be in two places at once.”

“I don’t like it,” Brenda said.

“Too bad,” Freya said. “This is an amazing idea. Is she awake, professor?”

“Ah, one moment…” Professor Werder typed something on his tablet. Moments later, the robot shifted her head and then stepped off the charging cradle she was on. Her movements were completely human-like, even her facial expressions and eyes. She smiled.

“Hello, everyone.” Her voice was pleasant, but throaty with a hint of sensuality. She had a neutral accent.

“Hello, Ms. Simulacrum…” Freya said.

Brenda narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. “If she’s gonna be another Americana, I should at least be the one who names her.”

“I have no problem with that,” Professor Werder said.

“Alright, robot,” Brenda said.

“Yes, Ms. Wade?”

“Your name is Regina now. Understood?”

“Yes. Regina at your service.”

“Why Regina?” Freya asked.

“It was the first name I could think of,” Brenda said. She then turned to walk away. “I’m gonna go make a sandwich. She’s probably gonna kill us all, you know!” Brenda ranted as she left.

“...That girl,” Freya said. “Either way, this frees Brenda for another Wade Enterprises function tonight. Regina can go on a mission.”

“I was thinking the same. She has yet to be field tested,” Professor Werder said. “Perhaps Sugar Town?”

“Sure,” Freya said. “Maybe she’ll learn from Brenda’s mistakes.”  

III

That night, Regina, dressed as Americana, walked into a bar in Sugar Town. The place was a known biker hangout and illegal gambling den, run by a local crime syndicate. It served as a marketplace for guns, drugs, stolen credit cards, and just about anything else someone in the underworld would want.

Regina scanned the room, and every eye was on the tall, curvy robot standing before them in the skimpy, star-spangled bikini.

“I’m shutting this place down, criminals,” Regina announced matter-of-factly.

One burly biker got up and circled her, picking up a barstool. He brought it down on her head, and she winced, but it shattered. She lashed out, grabbing the big man’s bushy beard and pulling. He yelled as Regina brought her knee up into his face, breaking his nose. With his beard still in her grip, she flung him around and threw him at the bar. The bartender ducked as the biker shattered the bottles on the shelf and fell to the ground.

Soon, every biker in the place was on their feet, brandishing pool cues, chains, bottles, knives, and brass knuckles. They yelled and charged, and Regina cracked her knuckles.

*

“My goodness,” Professor Werder said, watching the feed through Regina’s eyes. He sat at his desk, taking notes while recording the footage.

*

It was over in minutes, and Regina walked on as she left broken bodies in her wake. She reached a steel door at the back of the bar and knocked. A slot opened and someone looked through it, only to scream and staggered back when Regina thrust two fingers through the slot and poked him in the eyes. She then kicked the steel door in and paused when armed criminals turned and pointed guns at her. Thinking quickly, Regina grabbed the door, tore it from its hinges, and used it as a shield before charging forward as they fired their guns. She picked up speed, running through them all like a battering ram and sending the entire room into chaos.

*

Later, trucks with flashing lights flooded the streets outside the building as firefighters put out the last of a blaze. Every last criminal and biker in the building was either sitting on the sidewalk across the street in handcuffs, or being loaded into one of the many wagons by the police. The police had the area blocked off, but onlookers watched from the barricades.

Regina stood on a roof across the street, and a smirk crossed her full lips before she looked up and raised her hand. Eagle-1 soared overhead, lowering its altitude and deploying its rope. Regina grabbed it and the plane kept going as she climbed into the cargo hold.

*

Back at Brenda’s penthouse loft above Wade Tower, the heiress walked in, wearing a tight, strapless blue dress that showed off her figure. She kicked off the matching heels to enjoy the feeling of her bare feet on the cool floor. She then took the dress off, leaving herself in only her lace thong as she made her way to the couch and plopped down. She leaned back and stretched her long arms after undoing the bun her hair was in and letting her dark locks fall to her bare shoulders.

Freya wasn’t far behind, wearing a more modest, sequined dress. She sighed and picked up Brenda’s discarded clothes. “You cannot turn this place into a pigsty, dear,” Freya chastised.

“That was so boring!” Brenda whined. “Tell the professor to make a robot who looks like me and send her to the next one.”

Freya ignored her and folded the dress.

“When is the next one, anyway?”

“Tomorrow,” Freya said.

“Ugggh!” Brenda groaned.

Professor Werder walked into the room with a cup of coffee. “Ah, ladies, good evening.”

“Hey Prof,” Brenda said. “You’re still here?”

“Oh yes. I was monitoring Regina’s activities in Sugar Town.”

“How did she do?” Freya asked.

Professor Werder turned on the TV to INN.

“...Reports say that the operation was stopped by none other than Americana, who apprehended every single criminal in the building before setting it ablaze, destroying caches of illegal weapons in the process. Police are sifting through the rubble as we speak, but speculate that even with the fire, there is plenty of evidence to convict every single person apprehended tonight. For INN, this is Tanya O’Donnel, reporting.”

“...God dammit…” Brenda uttered.

“A soaring success!” Professor Werder said. “This is so very exciting. She will learn from this and continue to evolve.”

“Well done, Professor,” Freya congratulated him.

“Yes, well, the work is its own reward,” he said. “Now, I take my leave. Good night, ladies,” he said before leaving.

Freya removed her heels and took a seat next to Brenda, curling up on the couch and looking at her. Brenda glared at her.

“Don’t say it, Freya…”

“A robot took your job,” Freya said with a grin.

Brenda grabbed a pillow from the couch, pressed it against her face, and screamed into it.

IV

“Americana’s crime-fighting crusade has concluded its first week, with the arrest of a whopping 317 criminals as of tonight,” Tanya O’Donnel reported. “Her activities have centered on Sugar Town for the past week, but authorities are not complaining, as it has notoriously always been the city’s highest-crime-rate area…”

“Stupid robot. Doesn’t she get tired?” Brenda grumbled. She was on the couch, in a t-shirt and panties, legs folded with a bowl of cereal in her lap. She then grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels to find something else to watch while thinking back on the past week. She attended two more events on behalf of the company, but otherwise filled her nights at her penthouse, training with Coach Kay, playing chess with Freya and losing, and watching whatever was on TV. She stopped flipping through channels when she found an old Kung-Fu movie and then looked down to see her bowl empty.

She moved to go to the kitchen when she heard someone behind her.

“Hello, Brenda.”

“Jesus!” Brenda screamed, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest. She lay back on the couch and saw Regina standing over her, still in costume.

“When did you get in?”

“Just now,” Regina said. She jumped over the couch and sat next to Brenda. “I would like to ask you for a favor, if that’s all right.”

“What is it?”

“Can I have sex with you?”

Brenda nearly choked. “W...what?”

“I would like to have sex with you.”

“Wh….why?”

“Professor Werder warns that sexual encounters with my enemies are a hazard of my function, but it is not one I’ve experienced yet. I am told, however, that sex feels good. I would like my first time to be with you.”

“I don’t...know…” Brenda said to her. She looked Regina over, drawn to the robot’s curvy body and toned figure. Brenda bit her lip, her gaze lingering, before she shook her head. “No. No, that’d be weird.”

She then gasped when Regina jumped up and pinned her to the couch. “I’m afraid I must insist, Brenda.”

“No, Regina, we’re not doing that,” Brenda warned.

“Yes, we are,” Regina said. Her cold eyes flashed. “I must know what it is like if I’m to evolve, and you are me and I am you. It only makes sense that you be my first.”

Brenda tried to squirm from under Regina, but the robot grabbed her wrists and pinned her down.

“I will make it pleasurable. Professor Werder has given me the knowledge to do so.”

Brenda tried to get up, but couldn’t fight back against Regina’s superior strength. Regina then begin kissing her, and Brenda gasped as she felt wet, warm lips on her chest, neck at face. Regina’s skin was truly lifelike down to the smallest detail. She relaxed her grip and her body and lay back, letting the initial sense of pleasure in as Regina continued kissing her.

The robot sat up, straddling Brenda’s waist, and removed her bikini top, tossing it aside. She did the same with her mask, tiara, and choker, and then took Brenda’s t-shirt off. She gently caressed Brenda’s breasts, massaging the ample meat and making Brenda gasp and squirm under her.

Regina’s synthetic skin was warm, comforting, and Brenda gently grabbed her wrists, not wanting her to stop. They kissed on the lips and Brenda realized Regina even tasted like a person. They intertwined their hands, their naked bodies pressed against each other while they continued kissing. Brenda couldn’t believe how life-like Regina felt, right down to the feel of her bodyweight, the sounds she made, and the subtleties of the scent of her body. The possibilities of exploring her body began running through her mind as the pleasure swelled up. She slid one hand down Regina’s side and rested it on her thigh before hooking a thumb in her bikini bottoms. She slowly slid them off, and Regina helped her, understanding her intent. Shortly after, Brenda’s own panties came off. They were both truly naked and Regina sat up, looking down at Brenda and smiled.

“I would like to know what you taste like, Brenda. May I?”

“S...sure…” Brenda gasped, her nipples rock hard and goosebumps all over her skin.

Regina smiled and slid down, getting between Brenda’s legs. She lowered her face into Brenda’s snatch and began licking, gently, nibbling at the folds and toying with the clit.

“Ah...AH!” Brenda cried out, arching her back out of reflex. She gripped Regina’s hair tight and pressed her pelvis against her face, and Regina seemed to push in deeper, determined to draw out another reaction from Brenda as she continued exploring her body.

As she did, Brenda cried out again, curling her toes and wrapping her long legs around Regina’s bobbing head. It was like Regina knew every last one of Brenda’s erogenous zones. Not even when Brenda pleasured herself could she reach these heights.

She struggled to breathe, her heart raced in her chest, she grabbed at the soft fabric of the couch under her naked back, but Regina would not let up. She didn’t get tired, she could probably keep this up all night, but Brenda knew she was getting close.

“Ah...AH FUCK!” She shrieked as she released all over Regina’s face. The android sat up, cum dripping from her chin, and Brenda’s juices spilled out, staining the couch and spilling onto the the floor.

Regina used two fingers and inserted them in Brenda’s soaking womanhood. She then licked her fingers clean and smiled before standing up and gathering her costume. “Thank you, Brenda. This has been...informative.” She then walked away.

Brenda watched her go and then lay back on the couch, her thighs twitching and her pussy still dripping as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh my God…” she gasped in pure bliss before rolling over and falling off the couch.

***

Meanwhile, in Sugar Town, Hawkins looked at the news report of Americana cleaning up Sugar Town. In a rage, he got up, drew his handgun and unloaded the entire magazine into the screen. When it clicked dry, he threw the gun.

His goons were unphased as he slammed his hands on the desk.

“This big-titted whore is costing me money! She’s hitting everything I’ve got a finger in!”

“What do you wanna do, boss?” One goon asked.

“I want her taken care of, you idiot!” he fumed. “Listen up, put the word out. $500,000 to whoever brings me that whore’s head.  $1 million if she’s brought to me alive so I can put her to work and make her pay back everything she cost me. Go! Tell everyone in Sugar Town!”

V

The next morning, Brenda poked her head in Professor Werder’s lab and smiled when she saw him working diligently at his computer. Regina was idle on her charging cradle and Brenda slipped in, pretending to look at the Professor’s various projects.

“Ah, Ms. Brenda, good morning,” Professor Werder said.

“Morning, prof,” she said. She inched toward Regina. “How are things?”

“They’re going well,” the professor said. “Regina is performing better than expected. Soon enough, you’ll be able to kick back and relax and let her do all of the crime fighting.”

Brenda faked a laugh and stood between the professor and Regina. “Maybe you should build a whole team of robots.”

“Oh, that won’t be possible, I’m afraid,” he said. “Regina’s construction was very intensive, and I had to call in many favors to get the experimental battery that powers her. Until that technology is able to be mass produced, she is one of a kind, I’m afraid. I can make more power belts and tiaras, but there is only one Regina.”

“Huh…” Brenda said. “Well, that’s too bad.” She then looked past the professor and pointed. “What’s that thing over there?”

Professor Werder turned and looked at a large, metal, frame suspended from cables. “Ah, that is an experimental exoskeleton for carrying heavy objects. I use it in my work.”

“Can you show me how it works?”

The professor smiled and got up. “Certainly. I always love when a young person takes interest in the sciences.” He walked toward the exoskeleton, at which point Brenda turned around and pulled the large charging cable plugged into the small of Regina’s back. Once she did, the discreet panel closed, blending in with the rest of her synthetic skin. Brenda glanced back and then grabbed Regina’s cradle, shifting it so the fact that she was unplugged would be hidden.

Professor Werder climbed into exoskeleton and turned it on. He moved the metal arms and easily picked up a massive metal crate he had laying around. “With this, my strength is augmented and…” he looked ahead to see Brenda had left. “Ms. Brenda?”

*

That night, Brenda was in her room. She had her costume on except for her mask, and was running her brush through her hair while humming a song. She looked down at her vanity to find her lipstick, and when she looked up, Regina stood behind her, naked and with a blank expression on her face.

Before Brenda could scream, Regina clamped her hand over her mouth and restrained her arms.

“You have been very naughty, Brenda,” Regina said. “You unplugged me so I would not have enough power to fight crime tonight, but my reserve power works just fine.”

Brenda let out a muffled protest in Regina’s hand, and then furrowed her brow. Regina just paused and glanced at her.

“Please stop biting me, Brenda. I do not feel pain.” She palmed Brenda’s tits and smiled. “Only pleasure.”

Brenda sighed.

“I will be going back to Sugar Town, and you will be relaxing here.”

Brenda looked at her but couldn’t say anything.

“Professor Werder has gone home for the night, and Freya is on a date since you gave her the night off, so it will be some time before someone finds you. Use that time to reflect on your actions, Brenda.”

Brenda tried to say something and Regina removed her hand.

“What do you plan on doing to me?” Brenda asked.

Regina smiled and raised a length of rope and a metal collar.

Moments later, Brenda was naked and hogtied on the floor of her own bedroom. Regina had on the Americana costume sans the mask and fixed the collar, a power suppression collar she found in the professor’s lab, on Brenda’s neck.

Brenda squirmed in her bonds, rolling around on the floor and trying to get free. “This isn’t funny, Regina!”

Regina searched the discarded clothes on Brenda’s floor and looked under her bed.

“Hey! Stay outta there!” Brenda said, slightly panicked.

Regina pulled out a box and opened it to find a small collection of sex toys. A bottle of lube, handcuffs, a dildo, a vibrator, a butt plug, anal beads, and a red ball gag. She took the ball gag out and put the box back under the bed.

“Regina, stop!” Brenda pleaded before Regina put the gag in her mouth and secured it around her head.

“Mmmph! Mmmmph!!” Brenda moaned furiously, continuing to squirm in her bonds. Thick cords of rope wrapped around her stomach, tits, arms, and thighs scratched at her delicate skin. Streaks of drool were already beginning to escape her mouth behind the gag and slick her chin. She couldn’t move a muscle. Regina had secured her tight in those ropes, leaving her completely helpless. Angry at her predicament, Brenda screamed into her gag, but Regina was unmoved.

The android walked over to her and grabbed the ropes wrapped around her tits. She dragged Brenda with little effort and put her in her own closet, on the floor underneath the part that held her various formal clothes. Regina then stood tall and grabbed the Americana mask.

“You must accept that you are the past and I am the future, Brenda,” Regina said before putting the mask on. “It will be better for everyone that way.”

“MMMMMPHHH!” Brenda screamed as Regina closed the closet door.

The android looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted her 38Gs in the bikini top, straightened her tiara, and tossed her jet black hair back before leaving the room. She paused at the door, seeing two photos on the wall. One was a handsome, dark haired man in a military uniform, smiling as he held an infant in his arms. Regina surmised the child to be Brenda and inferred the man to be her father, a man whose name Regina did not know. The other picture was of Brenda, not much younger than she is now, and Freya posing and smiling in a candid moment for the camera. Brenda had her arms around Freya’s shoulders in a loving embrace. Regina smiled, straightened the slightly crooked photo, turned the lights out, and closed the door behind her.

VI

From the moment Regina set foot in Sugar Town that night, all eyes were on her. People whispered and watched her closely, following but keeping their distance. People watched from the windows and rooftops, and the android kept as many in her sights as she could.

As she got deeper into the neighborhood, her stalkers grew more bold. A thrown bottle, a thrown brick, someone running up and smacking her on her shapely ass before running off. Before long, they grew bold, attacking Regina outright. She’d fight back, punching, kicking, throwing her attackers aside. Before long, she realized their numbers were growing. First they were small groups, then Regina found herself facing down gangs of attackers. As she reached the heart of Sugar Town, Regina realized she was surrounded on all sides by a small army of criminals.

The narrows street and sidewalks were packed with armed and ambitious criminals, all eyeing the heroine with lustful, money-hungry looks in their eyes. Regina looked around and assessed the situation. She didn’t experience fear, but Professor Werder did give her the ability to exercise caution when needed. She knew, from looking at their numbers, that they were too many, even for her. So now, she was calculating how best to make her escape.

Regina eyed the rooftops, seeing more gang members and other criminals, and then watched the people on the street. She saw an alley and knew from her previous excursions that it led into a confusing network of alleys. If she could escape that way, she’d be able to lose most of her attackers and beat back the rest. She nodded, formulating her plan, and taking a fighting stance.

The street army came at her and Regina began fighting back immediately, knocking them back with punches and kicks, and swinging them into each other to keep them back. They hit her with fists, with metal pipes and baseball bats and other blunt objects. One man put her in a chokehold and another punched her in the face and stomach. She shrugged off the blows and shook them off, but she was beginning to register the mounting damage the crowd was doing. Even her reinforced body had its limits.

Regina was beginning to understand that she had miscalculated and fighting the crowd off was going to be more difficult than she first believed. She looked forward, finding the alley she had picked out to make her escape, and began charging in that direction, knocking attackers out of her way. She started to run, only for a length of chain to get wrapped around her neck. She looked back and saw four burly men pulling at it, their collective strength enough to pull her off balance. She pulled at the chain, snapping it in two with her strength and sending the men reeling, but she when she turned around, another attacker swung a sledge hammer at her face.

The blow rattled the busty android and sent her stumbling back. Before she could recover, more chains were wrapped around her neck, and then she felt them around her narrow waist. She tried pulling them apart again, only to feel resistance against her arms and she realized that someone had wrapped more chain around her arms, keeping them immobile. When she looked back, the other ends of the chains were connected to a lifted pick-up truck on massive tires, spitting black smoke from its exhaust as the driver gunned the engine and men in the back secured the chain to the truck’s bed.

Regina growled and pulled back, actually making the truck’s tires spin and even making the truck reverse against the driver’s will. With all her might, Regina pulled and continued moving the truck, much to the astonishment of the crowd. She was determined to make it to the alley, no matter how much weight she pulled.

Her thigh muscles bulged, she dug her spiked heels in and moved her arms as best she could, progressing inch by inch as the truck struggled to drag her.

Finally, someone yelled out. “Get her legs!”

Regina then grunted when a baseball bat hit her hard in the knee and it buckled. Before she could get back up, the mob swarmed her, and grasping hands seized her thick legs, lifting her off the ground. She tried to kick, but with the rest of her body bound, it was pointless. There were too many of them.

A cheer went up from the street army as the conquered, busty heroine was elevated over their heads. With a collective effort, the men in the back of the truck reeled the helpless android in like big fish, depositing her on the steel surface of the truck bed. She counted eight of them as they wrapped her legs to keep her completely immobile, and she lay there, helpless, as they began fondling her tits and thighs, laughing as the truck engine roared and moved through the crowd.

One of the men, a bald guy with a scar over his left eye, knelt down and ran his grimy hand through his hair.

“You are so fucked, girly,” he said with a grin.

***

Regina was naked except for her mask, on her knees, with chains holding her tight. Hawkins and his gang stood in front of her, and the crime boss gloated as he walked around, taking in his prize.

“You cost me a lot of fucking money these past few days,” Hawkins said, grabbing her tits. “You’re paying back every last red cent, with interest.

Regina simply stared at Hawkins and his crew, but said nothing.

Hawkins grabbed the heroine by her jaw. “Nothing to say, huh? That’s fine. It won’t matter with what I’m about to do to you.” He then snapped his fingers and one of his people brought him a pair of welding goggles. Regina looked around and noticed everyone else putting them on too.

“First we’re gonna find out just who the hell you are, and then the fun begins,” Hawkins said before putting his goggles one. He grabbed Regina’s mask with his other hand. She pulled against him, trying to get away, but Hawkins grabbed and pulled her hair, and then ripped the mask off.

The flash came, just like last time, and kept their composure, protected from the flash’s effects. When the light died, everyone took their goggles off and looked at the unmasked Regina, who stared back at them defiantly.

Hawkins looked at her and then his people. “Who the fuck is this?” His men all shrugged. “I don’t know what I expected,” the crime boss said. “Oh well. Get up.” He forced Regina to her feet.

She looked ahead, to Hawkins gathered men, who watched her with hungry looks and erect cocks, and the android winced as they began grabbing her naked curves with their rough hands. Hawkins shoved her forward, handing her over to his crew. One man got behind her, grabbing both of her tits and squeezing. Another grabbed her naked legs and lifted her up, spreading them apart to expose her bare pussy. He dove in, burying his face between her meaty thighs while lowering her to the floor.

The man playing with her tits lay under her, and Regina was completely helpless against the double assault. As she lay there, getting her pussy eaten and tits manhandled, Hawkins and the rest of his gang stood around her with cruel smiles on their faces and Regina knew, instinctively, that this was only the beginning. Even as she was taken against her will, the android felt something welling up. Even in the clutches of these evil men, Regina was beginning to feel a sense of pleasure at being at their mercy, a sensation that sent conflicting signals through her programming, a feeling that left her confused as to whether she should try to escape, or simply lay back and let Hawkins and his people continue to take her.

***

Some hours later, Freya walked into Brenda’s bedroom, whistling an upbeat tune. She went around the spacious room, opening the curtains and straightening up a little. Brenda’s bed was already made and there was no sign of the girl.

“Where in the world is she?” Freya asked herself. “Maybe she’s with Katelyn.” Freya then went over to the closet and opened it. She began going through the clothing, when something on the floor caught her eye. “Brenda?!”

Brenda was on the floor, still gagged and hogtied, and sleeping peacefully. Her ample tits rose and fell with her steady breathing, and she stirred slightly.

Freya knelt down and lightly tapped her face. “Brenda!”

Brenda’s blue eyes fluttered open and she groggily looked at Freya, who removed her ball gag.

“Oh, hey Freya. What time is it?”

“Why are you tied up in your closet?!”

Brenda shook her head and a look of realization flashed in her eyes. “Regina! It was that damn robot!” She tried to get up, but found herself only able to roll over. Freya calmed her down and sat her upright.

“Calm down. Tell me what happened.”

Brenda told her everything from how she unplugged Regina to Regina sneaking up on her and tying her up.

Freya sighed. “Okay, one thing at a time. Let’s get you out of these ropes.”

“Thanks,” Brenda said. “Hey, wait a minute. Is that my top?” Brenda asked, looking at what Freya was wearing.  It was a dark red, low cut top. Though Freya’s chest wasn’t nearly as ample as Brenda’s, she still filled it out quite nicely.

She looked at Brenda and let out a nervous laugh. “I borrowed it.”

“Wait, you’ve been taking my clothes?” Brenda said. “I just assumed it was the robot. I never said anything since they always turned back up in my closet.”

“I have so few things to wear when I go out,” Freya admitted.

“Wait a minute…” Brenda said. “So...you wore that on your date. The one you went on last night?”

Freya smiled at her.

“All right, I can’t be mad at that,” Brenda said.

Freya continued untying Brenda. “If you’re still in here, that must mean Regina hasn’t come back yet. I’ll check with the professor. He should be able to track her.”

*

Minutes later, somewhere in Delta City, Professor Werder stirred when his phone rang. He looked at the screen, seeing what time it was. “Oi, it’s morning already, is it?” He sat up and retrieved his glasses before answering the phone. “Ah...Ms. Freya, good morning.”

He listened to Freya and as he did, a slim, delicate hand crept up his back and on his shoulder. His wife, Nadine, smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder after kissing it. She was a stunningly attractive woman in her late 50s with graying hair and bright green eyes.

“No, I have not seen her since I left my lab yesterday,” Professor Werder said. “...I see. One moment.” He checked his phone and found Regina’s location. The transponder put her somewhere in Sugar Town, and it hadn’t moved from a single location in hours. “Hmm...I am on my way in, Ms. Freya. Goodbye.”

He hung up and Nadine hugged him from behind, her perky, naked breasts pressing against his back.

“Do you have to go now?” She asked.

Professor Werder looked at his wife, at the still-tight body he fell in love with every time he looked at it, and then at his own stiffening cock. “Ah...I’m sure Regina is fine. I will just tell Ms. Freya there was traffic,” he said before tossing his phone aside and lunging at Nadine, who scream-laughed as they both fell onto the bed.

VII

In Sugar Town, Regina’s eyes were rolled back in her head, she was covered in cum, and her legs were spread as one of Hawkins’ men thrust his cock into her pussy over and over again. He pressed down on her thighs, keeping her legs spread, and grabbed the android’s jaw and forced her to look at him.

“Damn, this bitch is so stubborn she won’t even make a sound, even though she looks like she’s enjoying it,” the thug laughed. He squeezed her tits, pinched her erect nipples, and continued slamming his cock home as Regina’s nubile body rocked with the motions. As he did, Hawkins walked over with his cock in hand, stroking it as she stood over her body.

“I think I’m gonna sell this bitch,” Hawkins said. “Just gotta figure out how to move a superhero through the right channels without Sentinel coming down and stomping on my nuts.” He stroked himself a few more times and emptied his balls on Regina’s face and tits while his goon kept fucking her, adding to the cum that already covered her body.

Regina lay there, the flood of pleasure taking over every sensor in her body. Every touch, every thrust overloaded her sensors and she couldn’t calculate anything else. As it continued, and alert flashed in her eye saying that her reserve power was on its last legs, but she ignored it, wanting this sensation to continue. She lapped up some of the cum on her face and looked at the man fucking her. He grinned at her, thrusting especially hard, and contorted his face as he came to the edge of an orgasm.

She could feel hims come inside her and the cum spilled out as he continued stuffing her. The alert in Regina’s eye came back up.

Reserve power depleted. Shutting down. Emergency power on standby.

Regina’s eyes then flickered and went dark. Her head lolled to the side, and her limbs relaxed as she lay motionless on the floor.

Hawkins’ goon thrust a few more times before he noticed. “Wh...what the fuck? Oh shit!” He pulled his cock out and back away. “Boss!”

Hawkins walked back over. “What’s wrong?” He then looked at the lifeless Regina and nudged her with his foot. “What the fuck? You killed her?!”

“Boss, I didn’t! She just…”

Regina’s eyes then lit back up and she turned her head and sat straight up. “Emergency Power Active. Reboot underway.” She looked up at Hawkins. “Hello. I am the Autonomous Superheroine Simulacrum. I am operating in Base Function mode at this time. Please plug in my charging cable so that I may access my higher functions.”

“She’s a fucking robot?!” Hawkins said. His men all stared, stunned. He then thought about it and looked at his people. “Hey, call those pasty geeks at the hacker mill. Tell them I’ve got something for them.” He then kicked the guy who was fucking Regina. “Get this bitch cleaned up and get her back in costume.”

***

Two hour later, Hawkins and a few of his men were in a dingy, dim space lit only by dozens of computer monitors. They stood behind a pasty hacker, one of many, who was hunched over a computer with lines of code filling all of his screens.

Regina was suspended from the ceiling with all kinds of wires plugged into her body.

“Whoever made her really knows their shit,” the hacker said. “Not only is this one of the most advanced neural networks I’ve ever seen, but all the layers of programming are making it fucking hard to get to her core.”

“But you can do it, right?” Hawkins asked. “I want to change her functions, make her a straight up sex-slave.”

“Yeah, me and the crew are working through all the security measures now,” the hacker said. “You’re gonna let us keep the source code so we can duplicate, right?”

“I keep 70% of whatever you nerds make from it,” Hawkins said.

“Ugh...fine,” the hacker said. He continued going through code for several more minutes before something flashed. “That’s it! I’m in!”

Hawkins clapped him on the back. “Attaboy!”

Then another alert came up. One that said Unauthorized Core Access Detected. Activating Purge Protocol.

“Purge Protocol?” Hawkins asked. “What the fuck is that?”

“Probably something to wipe all her programming,” the hacker said. “Not a big deal. I’ve got this.”

Regina’s eyes suddenly lit up and she lifted her head. “ Unauthorized Core Access Detected. Initiating Self Destruct Sequence. 10...9...8...7...”

“Oh shit…” the hacker gasped and everyone in the room froze.

“Shut it down!” Hawkins said, already moving toward the door. “SHUT IT THE FUCK DOWN!”

“I’m trying!!”

“3...2...1…” Regina said. “Have a nice day.”

“FUCK!!!” Hawkins screaming, tripping over people to escape.

***

“Police are still investigating a mysterious explosion that leveled a building a Sugar Town this morning,” Tanya O’Donnel reported. As you can see, the building completely collapsed, leaving little hope there were any survivors. The building is the notorious den of a hacker collective connected to online weapons, drugs, and sex trafficking, along with credit card scams and identity theft. It’s said the hackers were protected by and worked with local crime bosses, so some believe this may have been a targeted attack between rival criminal enterprises.”

“Damn…” Brenda said, sitting on her couch with a bag of chips she and Freya shared.

“Such senseless violence,” Freya lamented.

Just then, the door opened and Professor Werder walked in. “Good afternoon, ladies. Apologies for my late arrival. I had some urgent business to see to.”

Brenda looked at him. “Did you have a class at the college to teach?”

“Uh, yes, quite!” The Professor quickly said. “A uh...anatomy lesson. It completely slipped my mind until after I had spoken to Ms. Freya.”

“Any luck finding Regina?” Freya asked.

Professor Werder looked at his phone, at his tracking program, and then at the screen where the news continued talking about the explosion. “I’m sure she’ll turn up, Ms. Freya,” he said. “Umm...In the meantime, Ms. Brenda, I should probably prepare your spare belt and tiara for your next outing as Americana, yes?”

“Really?” Brenda glowed and looked at Freya.

“Well,” Freya sighed. “Until Regina shows back up, I guess we don’t have a choice.”

“Yay!” Brenda cheered.

“No Sugar Town,” Freya said. “You’re staying away from there for the time being. Looks like a gang war might be brewing.”

“Yeah, fine.”

Professor Werder quickly left to go to his lab. “No way she gives me funding to build another…” He uttered to himself.

The End