CYOA: Miss Americana’s Mission Control
By Violator
Author’s Note: so… there are a lot of notes on this one. If you want to skip straight to the action then click HERE. Or, if you’ve already read the opening and want to go straight to the first choice, click HERE.
First and foremost, an acknowledgement: the idea to do this was based on NoComuppance’s Carnival of Humiliation. That should give you some idea how long it was in development. I did not realize going in how much work this would be. If you do enjoy this format please drop me a line and let me know. Because bluntly, how well received this one is is going to directly determine whether I ever decide to put in the work to do another story of this type ever again.
Now, with that out of the way, some additional notes, broken down by topic area:
Navigation: there are hyperlinks that should connect every decision to the correct segment. However, just in case they should fail for whatever reason, a segment number is provided for each choice. To find that segment, add ‘00’ before the number and that should only appear at the start of that section. For example, if you are told to go to section 99, searching for ‘0099’ should take you right to the start of that section. I’ve done my best to troubleshoot the whole thing, but if you do find a link that appears to be incorrect please let me know and I will try to fix it. Also, every THE END section should link back to the first choice, to make trying new pathways easy.
Reader Identity Warning: this story is written in the second person present, as is typical of the CYOA genre. As such it makes some assumptions about the reader that don’t come up in more conventional stories. In particular, it assumes a biologically male reader of roughly average physical and sexual characteristics. If this doesn’t fit you, my apologies, but this thing was already enough work without trying to rewrite every section multiple times to cover different possible readers. If you would like a version written for a biologically female reader, or any other identity, by all means drop me a line - I make no promises but if I get enough interest I might go ahead and do it. It wouldn’t be that much work for most of the segments, but (*spoiler alert!*) some of the endings would have to be radically rewritten.
General Notes: I didn’t put in many branches mid-sex-scene. Given how I tend to write, that means that if you get into one of the ‘better’ endings, you might be in for a pretty long non-interactive section. Just a head’s up. Also, note that it is possible to reach the same decision point by multiple routes, and for the most part this doesn’t matter much except for maybe which specific parts of her costume Miss Americana is still wearing. However, there are a couple of ‘easter eggs’ hidden in there that are path-dependent, including some of the more extreme endings, so… keep that in mind.
Please send any feedback, issues or comments to: violatoremail@protonmail.com.
SECTION 001: START
“I don’t have much time to explain, citizen,” Ms. Americana says.
She stands before you, her skimpy panties waving back and forth just above the screen of your laptop. You gape up at her, struggling to keep your eyes off the titanic jiggles in her gargantuan breasts. You mostly fail.
“I wouldn’t normally entrust this job to a randomly chosen civilian,” Ms. Americana continues. Fortunately, the glare of her gorgeous features behind her mask seems mostly oblivious to which parts of her stunning body your gaze is actually directed at. “But I don’t have much time. My computer has hacked through Dragon Queen’s security… but I can’t both operate it and fight at the same time.” Reaching down, she taps the top of your screen. “I’ve had it redirect control to you,” she says. “According to my sensors,” she continues, “I have less than an hour before Flag Girl’s body has been ripened by Dragon Queen’s drugs, and she is ready for impregnation. I must rescue her before then. Are you prepared to assist me, citizen?”
For a moment, your head rings despite yourself. Your throat feels dry. Slowly, you let your gaze slide up and down her magnificent hourglass-shaped body, from her swelling fertile hips, clad only in a tiny pair of panties and a tight-cinched belt, to the little navel at the center of her perfectly flat and narrow waist, back to her titanic jiggling hooters, and her gorgeous nobly masked face. You lick your lips… and suddenly are capable of making only one answer.
“Absolutely,” you hear yourself say.
Ms. Americana smirks. “Good,” she says. “Now follow along. Don’t get lost. And don’t worry.” Her smirk broadens, and for a moment it is her eyes flicking up and down you. “If you succeed,” she purrs, “I’ll make it well worth your while. Now… let’s begin!”
Without another word, she turns and sprints from the dingy little hotel room in which she secreted you, after grabbing you off the street. You have no idea what caused her to choose you. Perhaps, she merely saw you as the most compliant-looking shlub she encountered immediately after coming up with her plan. You gulp, staring in awe at her staggeringly voluptuous ass as it sways energetically away, clad only in her tiny thong panties. Then she is out the door and gone.
Given her magnificent belt-boosted speed, you don’t have long to wait. But you can’t help yourself regardless. Unzipping your pants, you reach down and begin stroking yourself irresistibly, at the memories of her buxom curves jiggling right in front of you. Minutes later, her voice comes out through your hijacked laptop. Directed by her computer half your screen suddenly fills with a live view from one of Dragon Queen’s hacked cameras, showing Ms. Americana’s magnificent body sauntering to a pneumatic halt in the darkness just outside her destination. You gasp despite yourself… but, keeping one hand on your genitals, edging furiously, you put only the other on your keyboard.
“Swiftly, citizen,” Ms. Americana’s voice purrs over your speakers, as upon the screen she lifts a hand to her neck and speaks into her choker-mike. “We do not have much time. Which way should I enter?”
Upon the other side of your screen there appears a schematic of the old warehouse in which Dragon Queen has secreted her fortress. You see three obvious entrances, pointed out by blinking arrows by her computer: a main entrance in front, a small door off a disused and debris-strewn loading dock in back, and a tunnel up from the sewers.
What do you tell Ms. Americana to do?
To tell her to charge straight in the front, go to section 2.
To tell her to sneak in the back, go to section 3.
To tell her to go in up through the sewers, go to section 4.
To tell her to strip off her costume, go to section 5.
SECTION 002
“Go in the front!” you say.
“Right,” Ms. Americana says. “The direct approach it is. My favorite!”
Following her magnificent ass, the camera soon shifts to show the large, brightly-lit entranceway to the old building. Head held high, Ms. Americana struts straight up to it as if she owned the place, making for the large double doors recessed back from the street. Suddenly, in seconds, as if from out of nowhere, she is surrounded by a half dozen lithe, black-clad forms.
“Ninjas!” she gasps, as a half dozen of Dragon Queen’s loyal warriors leap and strike their traditional menacing poses all around her.
“Surrender, foolish one,” the ninja directly before her commands. “You will certainly fall to our superior combat techniques… so you might as well strip down and go directly to enjoying our ninja lovemaking techniques!” He laughs, and the other eagerly leering ninjas do likewise.
“Never!” Ms. Americana declares, haughtily.
What follows next is a blur of action so fast and furious you can barely follow. As one three ninjas try to leap in upon her from behind, only to go hurtling back, moaning, as the buxom beauty suddenly whirls and the toe of her boot smashes into each of their chins in turn. More ninjas pile in after them, but she dispatches each with an efficient kick or punch. But she cannot be everywhere at once. Suddenly a ninja fist pounds in below her guard and slams into her gut. Ms. Americana doubles over with a loud groan, spittle flying from her lips, and stumbles clumsily backwards, her buxom curves jiggling drunkenly. When she comes back up to still find a half-dozen ninjas leaping and posing before her, her jaw drops and her eyes widen in momentary, uncharacteristic fear.
“There are too many of them!” she gasps, her eyes looking shocked. “What-what should I do, citizen?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to attack, go to section 6.
To tell Ms. Americana to flee before their numbers, go to section 46.
To tell Ms. Americana to strip off her bikini and have sex with them, go to section 34.
SECTION 003
“Sneak in the rear!” you say.
“Right,” Ms. Americana says. Slipping around behind the warehouse she approaches a small steel door warily. Pressing her delicious bottom to the wall beside it, she briefly looks one way and then the other. “Strange that it is unguarded,” she whispers. Then, slowly, her full red lips twist up in a smirk. “Guess Dragon Queen isn’t as smart as she thinks!” she laughs.
With a single blow of her super-powered fist she easily breaks the lock. Pulling the door open she slips silently through and closes it behind her. Beyond she finds herself in a small dark metal room with one exit. She looks around warily some more, but sees no one. Then, gleaming boots tip-toeing slowly, she creeps across the room towards the far door.
She is midway across the room when suddenly the metal tentacles whip forth.
“Oh! Great Justice!” Americana cries. “A trap!”
But it is too late. Already, two robotic tentacles have coiled about her wrists, and another two about her ankles. Though she thrashes and struggles mightily Ms. Americana cannot break free. All she accomplishes is to make her gargantuan breasts heave and jostle delightfully in her straining bra.
“Citizen!” she cries, as she wiggles and struggles furiously, yet to no avail. “Help me! Direct my computer’s auto-hack to disable the tentacles, before I am done for!”
As she speaks the words a little helpful symbol for the function in question pops up to one side of the screen. But it still needs you to drag it over, and tell it what to target. You stare at it for just a second… while your hand strokes as if of its own accord up and down your painfully erect dick.
If you click the button immediately, go to section 10.
If you wait until the last moment, and then push the button, go to section 48.
If you decide not to bother and just play with yourself, go to section 42.
If you tell her you will do it as soon as she takes off her bikini, go to section 53.
SECTION 004
“Go in through the sewers,” you tell her.
Her nose wrinkles in disgust, but she sighs. “Alright,” she says. “It’s disgusting… but probably the best approach.”
Wrenching up a manhole cover, she shimmies down into the depths of the Delta City sewer. Fortunately Dragon Queen wired the sewers near her base as well, so you get to watch as Ms. Americana’s magnificent ass saunters through the fetid gloom. You guide Ms. Americana through a few breast-sloshing twists and turns in the barely-penetrable darkness, until she is just beneath Dragon Queen’s fortress.
Suddenly, in the muck and the mire drooling past just beside her gleaming boots, something long and snaky stirs. Ms. Americana gasps as suddenly a forest of waving vines explodes from the walls of the tunnel around her.
“An insemenoid plant!” she yelps, voice quivering in shock. “I should have known the sewer approach wouldn’t be unguarded.”
Several tentacle-like vines swoop towards her. With a growl of fury, Ms. Americana seizes them and rips them to shreds. Around her, the shaking plant squeals with pain and fury. But as she is defending herself up top, coils and tendrils of insidious vine are wrapping around the heels of her boots. Looking down, she gasps. Lifting and stamping her feet, she just barely manages to break their grip before she is taken. But as she is doing that, yet another vine is creeping up behind her amazingly buxom ass. She gasps, eyes widening in shock, as she feels it start to coil around her belt.
“Oh! Great Justice!” she moans, her gloved fingers hovering in brief shock to either side of her slender belted hip. “They’re everywhere! What should I do, Citizen?”
To tell her not to lose her belt at any cost, go to section 36.
To tell her to abandon the belt and flee, go to section 55.
To tell her to strip off her bikini immediately, go to section 59.
SECTION 005
“Take it off!” you laugh, drunk on your power over the sexiest woman alive. “Strip off your bikini, right now!”
Ms. Americana’s eyes narrow. Her voluptuous ass whips back and forth in agitation, beneath the tiny thong panties you’ve just told her to take off.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t take this seriously, Citizen,” she hisses. “Maybe the next man I try can. Computer: cut feed!” Moments later, the view on your laptop goes dark.
THE END. Smooth move, exlax. Maybe try some foreplay first next time, or something - so to speak. When you’re ready, go back to start and try again.
SECTION 006
“Fight on!” you say. “Never surrender!”
“I like your style, Citizen!” Ms. Americana says, and with a great roar immediately leaps back to the attack.
The first ninja she strikes, caught in the midst of performing an impressive back-flip, takes the tip of her boot straight to his face and goes down. Like a furious wildcat Ms. Americana plows back into her foes and sends them flying.
But despite her berserker ferocity, she is not invulnerable. In the midst of punching one ninja and kicking a second, Ms. Americana gasps down in shock as a third’s hand slips down through her defenses… and seizes hold of her bra. Ms. Americana snarls in threatening fury… but before she can do anything else the hand has yanked away, and, with a loud ‘RIP!’, taken her bra with it. Ms. Americana’s huge tits spill forth, jiggling and wobbling gloriously in the air.
Three ninjas remain upright and standing before her. They cannot help themselves. Despite all their discipline and their training they remain men. As if drawn by the force of their planetary-gravity, their eyes are slowly dragged downwards and fix in awe upon her twin jostling wonders. They lick their lips, eyes growing wider and wider, yet still not wide enough to take in all of her staggering stacked-ness.
The drop in their discipline lasts but a moment – but it might as well be a lifetime. Propelled by the bold fury inspired by the loss of her noble if over-tasked bra, Ms. Americana screams out in rage and throws a titanic right, then a monstrous left. Each smashes down the line of their dropped and well-presented chins in turn. Their heads bop back and then wobble, seeing stars… and, each time they blink, her humongous breasts still jiggling before them. Then, as one, they groan and flop onto their backs with a trio of loud thuds.
They are the last. All the other ninjas already lie sprawled around them, groaning.
Ms. Americana takes a moment to gather her breath, and her wits. Reaching down, she rubs her ass and then her belly, drawing out the aches of lingering blows thereto. Looking down, she surveys the defeated ninjas, and smirks. “Let that be a lesson to you, boys,” she purrs. “Don’t mess with a super-heroine!”
Bending down, she picks up her bra, and surveys it with a sigh. It is ripped beyond repair. Shaking her head, she drops it back down to the ground, and then puts her hands on her hips, letting her immense natural wonders shake and jostle freely. “Oh, well,” she sighs. Her smirk broadens. “Guess you’ll get a little more compensation than I bargained on, Citizen,” she purrs.
Taking her hands off her hips, she strides forward towards the door. But, just before she reaches it, it cracks open. A gorgeous and curvy young lady, dressed in a brief black ninja outfit, steps out, holding a tray of tea. As her eyes see the sprawled sea of conquered ninjas, they go wide. Then they dart up, as she suddenly sees Ms. Americana approaching.
“Hello,” Ms. Americana says, and then says goodbye with her fist. Hands busy holding the tray, the lady ninja is in no position to defend herself. She takes the blow full in her pretty face. Her gorgeous noggin wobbles about for a few seconds, slightly bruised and seeing stars. Then, with a soft sigh, she falls backwards and goes down. As she does so she drops her tray… but Ms. Americana catches it, without spilling a drop. Holding it with one hand, she lifts a glass of tea to her lips, and takes a sip. “Nice,” she says. She sets it down, gingerly, to one side.
Slipping in through the door, Ms. Americana breathes deep and presses her buxom ass to the back of the door. She stands in a large, empty, abandoned warehouse, cloaked in shadows. In the center of the warehouse towers a sealed metal structure, with thick chemical piping running in and out of it. A single heavy metal door provides access. Before it a massive green figure stands, arms folded across his chest, wearing a leather speedo.
Melting back into the shadows, Ms. Americana puts her hand up to her choker.
“I was afraid of this,” she whispers. “Through that door lies Dragon Queen’s laboratory… and Flag Girl. But Dragon Queen has hired the mutant mercenary and thug, the Aberration, to guard her while she finishes her scheme.” She looks around, briefly, then puts her hand back to her choker. “I don’t see a way to sneak around him easily,” she says. “So, Citizen. What do you think? What should I do?”
To tell Ms. Americana to charge in and fight the Aberration head on, go to section 57.
To tell Ms. Americana to put on the lady ninja’s costume and bluff her way past, go to section 62.
To tell Ms. Americana to pull down her panties and start fingering herself, turn to section 21.
SECTION 007
“Alright,” you say, as you move the cursor across your screen. “I’m setting off a pair of alarms on the outer perimeter, on opposite sides of the base.” You click twice, doing as you said.
“Excellent,” Ms. Americana purrs, wiggling with anticipation in her tiny duct. Moments later distant claxons sound. Dragon Queen gasps, and sweeps her fingers across her keyboard. The monitors of Flag Girl’s growing fertility and the blinking position of her ripening egg within her wireframe hips, which had filled her screen, vanish, to be replaced by an overview of her base with two red icons flashing around its edge.
Unhooking a microphone from under her desk, Dragon Queen lifts it to her luscious lips and purrs forth her instructions.
“Minions,” she says, “we have indications of a double-pronged infiltration. I am sealing my lab.” With a flick of her finger she does so, and with a loud ‘shunk!’ from within the walls thick steel supports slam closed behind the exterior door. “I will monitor from here,” she continues. “Tian Team and Tu Team, fortify the entrance. Shui Team and Bing Team, take up ambush positions around the rear. Be on the lookout. Hold for instructions. We may have a heroine or police incursion on our hands.”
Putting the microphone back in its holder Dragon Queen puts both hands upon the console and begins to flip from one security camera feed to another, staring intently into her screen. Uplifted behind her, her voluptuous hips wiggle back and forth in agitation, just barely covered by the deliciously tight and brief hem of her silk qipao.
Americana briefly hissed in frustration with the announcement that Dragon Queen was not going to leave. But as she watches the villainess’s voluptuous ass wiggle back and forth obliviously before and below her, slowly, a broad smirk spreads across the heroine’s full red lips.
“Thank you, citizen,” she purrs, coming up on all fours and creeping buxomly forward within the tiny duct. “I’ll take it from here.”
Reaching down, Americana silently unscrews the grate, and lets it fall open. Gripping the edge of the opening tightly with her gloved hands she takes a deep breath and then swings down. Her tremendously top-heavy body swings and sways silently from the grate, just a few meters behind the still obliviously-glaring Dragon Queen, leading to some absolutely delightful swaying and jiggling amongst her titanic tits. Then, with a soft gasp, she lets go and lands upon the floor.
Though she is trying to be stealthy, Ms. Americana cannot keep her boots from making a loud ‘clang!” as they land upon the metal floor directly behind Dragon Queen. The villainess gasps, softly, and whirls. Upon her gorgeous face her almond-shaped eyes go wide.
“Hello,” Ms. Americana purrs. Savoring the look of stunned surprise on her nemesis’s face, she cannot resist taking a moment to put her hands upon her broad buxom hips, and smirk into the evil woman’s quivering gaze. “Bitch,” she adds, her smirk broadening.
“Shit!” Dragon Queen cries. Her long-nailed hand darts downwards, and seizes up the microphone.
“Not so fast, slut!” Americana laughs. Darting forward, before Dragon Queen can summon her minions back with the microphone Ms. Americana smashes it to a million pieces with the toe of her hurtling boot.
With a loud gasp, Dragon Queen darts backwards. She released the microphone just in time to avoid getting her hand struck as well, but now, with the microphone smashed and with Americana now standing between her and her console, she has no way to summon her goons.
“Scared?” Ms. Americana purrs as, mighty body rolling confidently, she saunters forward towards her foe.
For a moment Dragon Queen quivers with shock. Then, chin rising, she draws herself up to her full height, and glares. “Absolutely not,” she says. Her almond-shaped eyes dart up and down Ms. Americana, taking in her naked body, and she smirks, her confidence swelling. “I need no ninjas to put down the likes of you… Ameri-slut!”
Legs spreading and arms sweeping outwards, she adopts a graceful fighting stance.
With a howl of fury, Americana charges. With her expert martial arts training Dragon Queen sweeps her leg up in a graceful, deadly kick – briefly exposing her panties under the skirt of her tiny silk dress – and gasps, as Americana blocks it effortlessly. Moments later the two collide, Ms. Americana’s giant tits slamming into Dragon Queen’s gaping face like bowling balls onto a helpless pin. Staggering backwards like she’s a sorority girl who just lost the world’s deadliest pillowfight, the voluptuous Asian villainess briefly goggles. Then, with a snarl she leaps back to the attack.
Powered by her belt, with a contemptuous backhand Ms. Americana puts her in her place. The mighty villainess goes flat on her back wiggling and squirming in pain. Her legs, splayed wide, give you a perfect view right up her tiny skirt to her panties. She tries to rise. A stomp of Ms. Americana’s foot down that perfect channel teaches her her lesson. Squealing in pain, Dragon Queen’s long luscious legs quiver helplessly to either side of the heroine’s stomping boot. Then, with a last whimper her legs sink down and, propped wide as if in an offering to a lover, go still.
Withdrawing her boot, Ms. Americana smirks at the shiny gooey coating that now covers their entire underside. “You always were too fond of your work,” she purrs down to the quivering, conquered villainess. Then she turns and struts away.
Leaning low over Dragon Queen’s control console, with some difficulty Ms. Americana stares at it, puzzled. Then she shrugs. Whirling, she marches over to wear her sidekick is wiggling and squirming, naked, in the power of Dragon Queen’s snaking hissing hoses. With contemptuous ease, Americana tears them away. A great howling billow of chemicals briefly enfolds her, hiding her buxom jiggling curves entirely in their fog. When the mist of ripening hormones dissipates, the mighty heroine, standing tall with her buxom body still clad in her golden belt and little else, is panting slightly… her large brown nipples suddenly having grown noticeably more erect, and a trickle of moisture suddenly flowing down her silky-smooth inner thigh, from her exposed pussy.
With a tiny whimper and a kittenish squirm, Flag Girl stretches, draws a deep breath, and then slowly opens her eyes. Baby blue orbs blinking, she gapes up at her towering, jiggling mistress in awe.
“Ms. A!” the astonished sidekick says, happily. “Where… where did you come from?”
“Never mind,” Americana assures her, hands upon her bare fertile hips and a smirk upon her full red lips. “Let’s get out of here!”
Hoisting her sidekick up and into her arms, Ms. Americana carries her over until she stands just below the waiting grate. Slowly, she squats down, her sleek and mighty legs folding down and spreading wide to thoroughly expose her dark pussy… which, even as she trembles in preparation for her leap, continues to leak shining droplets of her moisture down to spatter upon the steel between her quivering boots. Then, with a great cry, she leaps upwards. Her shapely naked body clinging tight to her buxom mentor’s, Flag Girl shrieks like she was clutching tight to her boyfriend’s arm on her first trip down a rollercoaster. Driven by her belt Americana hurtles up all the way back to the duct and, snapping one gloved hand upwards, manages to catch it. Her hourglass-shaped booty dangling and quivering over the room, with a great grunt of effort, gritting her teeth, the mighty heroine slowly manages to hoist her enormous jiggling breasts and gasping clinging sidekick upwards.
Down below, still whimpering under the ringing of her head, Dragon Queen slowly picks herself up off the floor and gapes upwards. Then, beholding Americana’s buxom and slowly vanishing ass with dismay, her gorgeous Asian face slowly twists with fury.
“You… you’ll never get away with this!” the evil villainess hisses. Standing up, she clenches both long-nailed painted hands into fists, and lets them tremble with rage to either side of her. “I will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth, Americana! And your little sidekick too!”
As the villainess hurls her invective up at them, Ms. Americana briefly struggles, her ass wiggling and her long legs kicking, as she manages to divest her wiggling sidekick up and into the grate. Then, having relieved herself of the heavenly weight, she finally manages to wiggle up into the grate herself, first her staggering bubble-shaped buns and then her long legs vanishing up into the darkness. Gasping softly, both heroines wiggle about in the tight space and, turning round, gorgeous faces lit by the light pouring up from below into the gloom, gape down at the thwarted beauty they have left behind.
Dragon Queen is still busy monologuing in frustration up at them. “Your wombs, and your bodies – which are too superior for your stupid minds to use properly – will be mine to control!” the snarling villainess assures them. “You will lie prostrate at the feet of my minions, and the spawn you bear me will allow me to conquer first your over-rated has-been country, and then the world!” Seeing their beautiful faces peering down at her from the darkness, a slow smirk spreads across Dragon Queen’s luscious red lips. “You won’t win,” she assures them. Sneering, she drops her trembling fists down and rests them smugly upon her own fertile, voluptuous hips. “You’re trapped,” she gloats. “My minions will soon have every exit sealed. We’ll hunt you down, like rats, and pull you wiggling from our vents – like rabbits helpless before the hounds!”
Her smirk broadening, Dragon Queen licks her lips with relish.
“And then,” she purrs, leering up at them, “both of your pussies will know what it feels like to accept my mutant minion’s spawn!”
Suddenly, to one side, a timer that had continued quietly running in the background dings. The appointed time for the ripening of Flag Girl’s captured body has passed. With a buzz of an alarm a light above the huge tank containing the towering mutant changes from red to green. Moments later, with a whooshing sound and a spill of amniotic fluids, the great tube shoots down into the floor, releasing the well-hung hulk from his prison.
Dragon Queen takes a deep breath. Her eyes go wide. Trembling, she turns her head and, mouth agape, looks up at the huge beast towering over her.
With a groan like a house-husband waking up from his post-game nap, the giant mutant stumbles forth from his prison and rubs his rubbery face. Then, he looks around. His massive eyeless head turns and looks at the bed where Flag Girl had lain. It lies empty. He grunts. He turns, and looks into another corner of the room. There too, he finds nothing. Then he turns his head a third time, and looks down at Dragon Queen. He leans forward, as if studying her carefully. His lips crack open, and a huge tongue lolls forward and slowly licks across them. Between his legs his massive, limp purple member twitches and then stirs, and begins throbbing eagerly to life.
“No…” Dragon Queen whispers.
Licking his lips again and letting out a hoot of pleasure, the huge hulking mutant steps forward. Reaching out, it stretches its hand towards her shapely hourglass form, eagerly.
“NO!” Dragon Queen screams.
With a great and desperate wail, she tries to run. Slamming her jiggling body up against the door of her lab, she tugs and pounds at it desperately. But the thick steel restraints hold, stolidly, against her little drubbing fists. With a hoot, the great mutant lunges forward, and seizes her… or tries to. Its meaty hands instead plunges down her dress and, as it tries to yank her to him, rips it effortlessly from her flesh. With a great squeal, in an instant, Dragon Queen’s sleek and luscious curves are stripped naked, save for the tiny black lace thong that still encases, barely, her fertile and curvaceous loins.
“Nooo!” the near-naked Dragon Queen moans. With a desperate lunge and a pneumatic jiggle she manages to dart away though her own creation’s legs, and stumbles to her control panel. But, clutching tight to it, her gorgeous face barely has a chance to sweep across the controls, hunting for something that will stop the beast. She’s too late. Moments later, one great paw seizes hold of her tiny panties and, with as much as effort as an elephant expends plucking a leaf, rips them away. Moments later, as she gapes and trembles in horror, he seizes her by her wrists and yanks them brutally back. Then, head tilting back and letting out a great hooting honk of delighted pleasure, the massive mutant slams its hips forward… sending its gargantuan and now rock-hard veiny member plunging straight up between its own creator’s shapely spread thighs and ramming right up into her delicate defenseless pussy.
“Aiiieee!” Dragon Queen screams, her body trembling like a live wire, as the gorgeous Asian beauty gets penetrated like she’d never imagined in her life. Letting out yet more hoots and honks of pleasure, the great mutant wraps his hand around and envelopes her flat, sexy, trembling belly and, yanking her back hard against him, begins to pound into her over and over again with devastating and demolishing force. Trapped against her console, brains shredded, almost literally, by her own creation, Dragon Queen can only scream, and scream, and scream.
From their perch safely up in the air vent the two heroines gasp softly, their bodies trembling in the darkness, as they witness the foul villainess’s fate. Then, slowly, they turn and look at one another. Slowly, a sly smirk spreads across Americana’s face, as squeals and shrieks of Asian devastation continue to wash up through the open grate like cacophonous music to her ears. “Well, at least they seem to be in love,” she coos, and reaches out to take her sidekick by the shoulder. “C’mon,” she purrs, “let’s go. And, buxom asses jiggling in the shadows the two heroines turn around and, on hands and knees in the tight quarters, one after the other, begin to crawl away.
With Dragon Queen indisposed and her minions sent to all the wrong places, Americana and her sidekick have no trouble extricating themselves from her lair. Minutes later, thanks to the spectacular speed afforded them by their belts, the door of your Americana-rented hotel room bursts open and the two strut through to stand in the flesh before you. The delicious supple and jiggling flesh, considering that both staggeringly shapely and well-endowed beauties are, save for their belts, boots, gloves, and masks, still utterly and entirely naked.
“Well,” Ms. Americana purrs, strutting forward to stand in all her jaw-droppingly buxom glory before you. She still breathes hard, which causes her gargantuan naked breasts to jiggle and sway spectacularly. “I couldn’t have done it without you citizen.” Reaching down, she punches a single key to shut down the program, then closes the laptop before you. It clicks closed… leaving you a perfect view of her bare, leaking, trim-sable-bush-decorated pussy, waving back and forth between her mighty sleek thighs just behind it.
“Thank you!” Flag Girl says as, her teen body moving with fawnlike grace, the supple blonde comes to stand doe-like beside her mentor. Hands at her lips, her big beautiful blue eyes blink down at you in awe.
“I have to hand it to you, citizen,” Americana admits, as she raises her hands to brush her hair back into place behind her shoulders. Even though she has long since stopped running, her breath remains fast, and shallow. At the ends of her huge breasts, which lift and wobble before you as her arms are both raised her big brown nipples are still fully, almost painfully erect. Between her legs a conspicuously glistening stream of moisture drools out of her pussy, and runs in streaming rivulets down the insides of both her thighs. “You… you did a great… great job with me…” Americana says, still breathing fast, as she lowers her hands down to her hips and looks down upon you.
“I… I don’t know how we can repay you,” Flag Girl whispers, as, folding her arms behind her supple yet projectingly rounded buns, she wiggles back and forth decoratively, while her eyes blink down at you shyly.
“That… that’s right…” Americana says, shaking her gorgeous masked head as if to clear it. “I promised you a reward didn’t I? Let’s see…” Raising her fingers to her lips she bites them, her beautiful face twisting as if in painful indecision.
Flag Girl licks her lips, and squirms again. Her full young breasts, each soft and round like a ripe peach, jiggle delicately back and forth. “What kind of reward?” she asks her mentor.
“I… I don’t know…” Ms. Americana whispers, her hands stroking her belly… while another thick and glistening glop of moisture oozes from her bare pussy. Beside her, her sidekicks fresh young cunt does the same.
Suddenly, with twin great cries of frustration, the two heroines can no longer contain themselves. The lusts that have boiled within their shapely flesh since they were exposed to Dragon Queen’s ripening gas, heightened by a night of naughtily pussy-moistening sexual peril, suddenly explode. With twin moans, both surge towards you, their mighty naked bodies bouncing beautifully. You gape, stunned. But before the two mighty heroines there is nothing you can do. In an instant, before you can react, you are seized, ripped from your seat, and carried hurtling through the air. A few meters behind you lies the hotel bed. With a great cry they slam you down onto your back upon it, and are upon you like she-panthers. Their mighty gloved hands dive down into your clothing from all sides, and moments later with a great ‘RIP!’ they tear them off you, the fabric of outerwear and underwear both shredding like tissue paper before their superior might.
You are left naked and helpless beneath them… your penis erect and on display. Both heroines’ gorgeous heads turn and gape at it, lips open and quivering, from a range of a few inches. The fact that, compared to some of the beasts they have witnessed that night, it is far more average does not seem to dissuade their lusts in the slightest. Moments later, with twin moans of desire, both heroines dive down upon it and, wrapping their luscious lips around you, give you a series of quivering, nibbling, worshipful kisses.
“Oh… shit!” you involuntarily say, as you suddenly find yourself immersed in the wildest universe of lapping and swirling pleasure it has ever been your privilege to experience.
It doesn’t last long. Seconds later, sighing softly with eager anticipation, Flag Girl pulls her head back, wraps her hand around your penis and, bringing her hips forward, straddling you, pulls it closer and closer to her approaching pussy. Ms. Americana barely even seems to notice that her precious sidekick is about to impale herself upon your raw, rock-hard erection. Instead, slinking forward, she spreads her thighs and plants them to either side of your head, shoving her own pussy down into your face.
“Eat me out,” she commands. Reaching down she seizes the top of your head, keeping your face pointed towards her waiting cunt.
Behind her, Flag Girl slips the tip of your penis up into her warm, gooey pussy. Then, with a gasp of pleasure, she slams her sleek, artificially-fertilized teen hips down until you are enveloped entirely inside her, her supple flat teen belly trembling in awe atop you with her moist pubes painting your flesh. “Oh… GODDD!” the little blonde teen squeals, as she takes you deep. Your penis twitches and throbs with delight, buried to the hilt inside her hot wet heaven. Then, gasping with pleasure, her little hands clinging tight to your belly for support, the shapely super-heroine begins eagerly slamming herself up and down your length, as hard and as fast as her sleek trembling muscles will allow.
Her sidekicks’s whimpers of self-inflicted pleasure barely seem to register in Ms. Americana’s brain. She has other things on her mind. “C’mon,” she whines, like a thwarted daughter begging her father for a second helping at dinner. “Eat my pussy!” she begs, rolling it around in little circles before you. “P-please!” Using the hand clutched to the top of your head, she yanks you up, burying you between her spectacular thighs. And, as Flag Girl’s delightfully tight wet cunt pounds itself furiously up and down your dick, you find you cannot do anything but obey. Sliding your tongue up through your lips, wiggling it back and forth, you manage to burrow it up through Americana’s delightedly quivering meat flaps. Whimpering with pleasure, the buxom heroine wraps both hands around your head and burries it deeper between her legs… and, lapping and slurping away, you obligingly keep her pussy ready while moaning Flag Girl energetically destroys hers behind her.
The two heroines take turns fucking you, over and over and over again. It never stops. As soon as you cum in one the other slides over and begs for it in turn. Whenever you fail to perform their mouths dive upon you, slurping and sucking, and in minutes you are once more at fully hardened extension… ready to once more slide up into a quivering, sopping, and eagerly-provided heroine snatch. Their pussies are perfect, squeezing tight around you and pounding away with such furious energy, such desperate hunger and desire to please, it takes your breath away. Whichever is not squealing and pounding herself to oblivion upon your hard penis plants her cunt in your face and begs, and, learning fast, you happily oblige. Not that you have a choice. You fear that if you did not comply the ultra-horny heroines might begin literally tearing apart your flesh, in search for the pulsing male pleasure they each desperately seek inside you.
When their lips began to fail them, moaning out with their quivering lusts, they try other tactics. Kneeling on all fours, they rub and stroke their giant naked breasts across your flesh. Trembling in awe under their spectacular, enormous, yet all-natural and softly jiggling titties, you groan… and slowly rise yet again to the occasion. Gasping with pleasure, Flag Girl eagerly slides over and, her pert buttocks facing towards you, slips you back up into her pussy for what is, you think, her fourth fuck of the night. Americana crawls up, cradles you between her thighs, and, cooing encouragement, bounces and caresses her gigantic titties across your face. Your eyes bulge under her titanic wobbling globes, as their soft warm yet heavy lower surfaces bounce and stroke repeatedly over your features… and, down low, your dick twitches with glee within Flag Girl’s shuttling pussy and obediently does its duty yet again. A short time later it is Flag Girl cradling you in her thighs and bathing you in alternating portions of her breasts and her lips, while buxom Americana’s broad fertile hips bounce heavily upon your waist and she moans and quivers with ecstatic pleasure.
Over and over you are ridden. Over and over your prick, driven past the point of pain and pleasure to the edge of reason, surges with warm ecstasy and unleashes yet another spurting load up into the endless heroinely channel that seems ceaselessly to flow around it. Over and over you are bathed in their kisses, their titties, the rubbings and caresses of their eager bodies, as whichever is not pounding herself to yet another release upon your pulsing cock strives desperately to keep your belabored mortal body in the game.
At last, many hours later, finally it ends. Groaning the heroines crawl off of you, and stand up, their voluptuous bottoms shaking as they slowly rise. They leave you sprawled upon the bed – or at least, what is left of you. Spread eagled, naked, trembling and spent, you have never felt more exhausted in your life. Your penis and balls, having given their all, both lie shriveled between your legs. You cannot see them, but you are pretty sure if you could gaze upon your balls right now they would look like deflated balloons. Every ounce of cum you can possibly give lies within the heroines’ bellies, and you are pretty sure the last several times they rode you you shot dry.
Standing at the foot of the bed and gazing down at you, meanwhile, the two heroines look barely the worse for wear. In fact, save for the sweaty sex-tousled state of their hair, some smearing of their makeup, and a few lingering post-sexual tremors running up and down their bodies, they look fresher than when they started. Both heroines wiggle back and forth, naked, above the foot of the bed, gazing down at you and smiling. Between their legs, trickles of pearly cum run out of their pussies… but neither heroine seems to express any concern about that. Instead, you are pretty sure you have never seen a more relaxed, pleased, and thoroughly satisfied pair of ladies in your life.
“Thank you,” Flag Girl coos, softly. Putting one hand down to her well-filled flat belly, she rubs up and down it and wiggles with pleasure. Below, beneath her stroking hand, another thick dollop of cum rolls out of her pussy, and slides down her thigh.
“I hope you enjoyed your reward,” Ms. Americana purrs, stretching and sighing with contented pleasure. Her huge boobies, their tips still erect, lift and sway ponderously before you as she does so… while, between her mighty thighs, a tendril of your cum rolls up out of the depths of her pussy and hangs, like a little glistening swaying stalactite, out of her cunt.
“Bye-bye,” Flag Girl says, waving shyly.
“Have a good night,” Americana says, turning to give you a last glimpse of her stunning curves in profile. Then her eyes dart to the clock and she gasps. “Oh,” she says, blushing slightly behind her mask. “I mean morning…”
Waving, both heroines favor you with a last contented smile, and then depart. Your last glimpse of either is their spectacular rounded asses, swaying and jiggling gracefully away out of the door. Then you are left alone in the room.
“Holy….. shiiiit…” you hear yourself say, as if from a great distance. You briefly find yourself wondering if a man has a maximum lifetime allotment of ejaculations in him. If so, you are pretty sure you have hit it. Then, slowly, like the warm bosom of a well-endowed woman, the comforting darkness of slumber rises up and snuggles itself around you, and enfolds you in its comforting embrace.
THE END. - Nice job! This is arguably the ‘best’ all around ending - meaning everyone but the villains walks away happy. But for a wicked-minded reader there are still some ‘better’ ones out there, so feel free to keep exploring if the mood takes you.
SECTION 008
“So… if we don’t save her now Flag Girl will become a total slut, forever?” you ask.
“Yes!” Ms. Americana gasps.
You grin. You cannot resist. “And that changes what, exactly?” you ask.
Ms. Americana gasps softly, in shock, to be so insulted. Then her gaze darkens. “I… I will ignore that comment,” she hisses, with a steely glare.
Her voluptuous hips whip back and forth beneath her too-short robe with agitation, and for a moment she seems to struggle to compose herself.
“Now,” Ms. Americana hisses, her eyes flashing, “if you’re not too busy thinking up nasty put-downs, perhaps you have a REAL suggestion?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to creep up on Dragon Queen and take her out from behind, go to section 19.
SECTION 009
“Take off your bra,” you chortle to her. “Do it now!”
Ms. Americana eyes narrow in outrage. “You-you pervert!” she hisses.
But then, just as she is about to launch into an impassioned tirade about your sexist attitudes, she suddenly gasps. She blinks up at the approaching disgusting worm, as if seeing it in a new light.
“Oh, Goddess…” she whispers. “Citizen, my deepest apologies. You are a genius! Since it has no eyes, the mutant must seek down pussy to mate with by scent alone. Which means…”
Going silent, Ms. Americana begins working quickly. She unclasps and shrugs out of her bra, letting her immense boobies free to bounce and jiggle gloriously in the little passage. Rolling over, she reaches the bra down… and deliberately rubs it, hard, up and down her drooling bare pussy. She gasps softly as she does so, her naked body quivering despite itself. Then, reaching out with the pussy-juice smeared bra, she rubs it across the intersection before her, drags it down the smaller passage, and then tosses it as far as she can down the side duct. Then, buxom bare body jiggling, she slowly crawls backwards several feet.
Naked, trembling, Ms. Americana watches with bated breath as the huge worm slowly wiggles up to the intersection between the tubes. It’s maggot-like head cranes down, as if testing the floor. Then, lifting its head up it lets out a little hiss… and, turning, its slimy segments undulating sickeningly, wiggles away down the side duct. In its wake it leaves a trail of slime ten times thicker than the one Ms. Americana painted with her pussy-ooze-smothered bra.
Gasping, Ms. Americana wastes no time. Lifting up on all fours, she crawls forward with great haste – her buxom buns wiggling and her huge and now naked hooters bouncing and jostling deliciously beneath her. She pauses at the intersection, her gorgeous head gaping down the small side tunnel at the sight of the worm’s tail section… still wiggling away, oblivious. Then, biting her lip, she continues on, wiggling forward as fast as she can. Her nose wrinkles in disgust as she is forced to crawl forward through the worm’s slime, but she still does it. Soon, she has left the side tunnel and the worm far behind her.
Creeping forward through the large duct, at last Ms. Americana comes to an air vent leading down. Holding her breath, the naked heroine cranes her head down and peaks through the vent. Her luscious lips open with a soft quiver, and she takes a deep breath.
“We’re here,” she whispers. “Flag Girl is directly below.”
What she can barely see through the slats of the vent, you can see clearly on your alternate screen, from one of Dragon Queen’s security cameras. Below her lies a large laboratory. In the center, upon an operating table, Flag Girl is strapped down and naked. A gas mask is affixed to her face, through which the body-ripening gas is being steadily pumped into her. By the look of her erect nipples and glistening pussy, she is nearly ready for impregnation. To one side Dragon Queen herself stands, in a short silk qipao and high heels, tapping buttons on a console. Along an adjacent wall, looming over Flag Girl, stands a huge glass tank in which a gigantic purple mutant stands… presumably, Flag Girl’s impending lover.
“Alright, Citizen,” she says. “I have a plan. Through your control of Dragon Queen’s security system you should be able to set off an alarm elsewhere in the base – which will lure her away. That way I can retrieve my sidekick and be back here with no one the wiser.”
Eyes darting up to the top of the screen, you see the icon she is specifying. Clicking it brings up a diagram of Dragon Queen’s base, with a variety of places her computer can set off a false alarm.
“Choose a good location, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Ms. Americana says. “Do it quickly, Citizen. We don’t have much time!”
To set off an alarm in the outer perimeter of Dragon Queen’s base, go to section 7.
To set off an alarm in the inner sanctum of Dragon Queen’s base, go to section 27.
To refuse to set off any alarms, go to section 23.
SECTION 0010
“Yes, of course! Right away!” you say, in a yelp.
Your finger darts up automatically to do as she has told you to do... but then, at the sight of a particularly spectacular jiggle from her gargantuan breasts it freezes. You watch, mouth agape, as she wiggles and struggles some more. You find pushing the button just now impossible.
If you wait a little while longer and then push the button, go to section 48.
If you decide not to bother and just play with yourself, go to section 42.
If you tell her you will do it as soon as she takes off her bikini, go to section 53.
SECTION 0011
So… if we don’t save her now Flag Girl will become a total slut, forever?” you ask.
“Yes!” Ms. Americana gasps.
“So… no change at all, then?” you ask.
Ms. Americana gasps softly, in shock, to be so insulted. Then her gaze darkens. “I… I will ignore that comment,” she hisses, with a steely glare.
Her voluptuous hips whip back and forth beneath her too-short robe with agitation. Her breath starts coming sharp and quick. She looks away, and then looks up at you.
“Really, Citizen,” she hisses. “Between this and making me strip, I am starting to get a very clear idea of what a man of your moral character deserves, and… and under any other ircumstances I would come right there and give it to you!” She takes a deep breath, and then seems to compose herself at last. “Now, if… if you’re not too busy thinking up nasty put-downs to deliver to noble women, perhaps you have a REAL suggestion?!” she snarls, her face still filled with passion.
To tell Ms. Americana to creep up on Dragon Queen and take her out from behind, go to section 37.
SECTION 0012
“Suck his dick,” you say. You hear her make a soft gasp, of shock. “Suck it now!” you command, fiercely, before she can object.
Within her cowl Americana’s eyes slowly drop down and stare at his raging package. Her eyes widen, quivering in awe. “Yes…” she whispers. She licks her lips. “Yes, you may be right…”
At her indecision, the Aberration’s eyes narrow. “Well, bitch?” he asks.
Ms. Americana breathes deep. “Can I…” she asks. Squirming, she toys with the hem of her robe, twirling it between her fingers. “Suck your cock?” she finally asks.
Suspicion instantly vanishes off the Aberration’s face, to be replaced by a huge grin.
“Suuure,” he purrs. “Kneel.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. A shudder runs through her body, beneath the brief robe, and a dollop of slime oozes out of her pussy. “Of… of course,” she whispers.
Slowly, the buxom beauty sinks to her knees. Gracefully, she sets down the tray of tea beside her. Then, folding her hands atop her thighs, before her naked pussy, she squirms… her beautiful, gaping face directly before his speedo. Grinning, the Aberration slowly peels down his briefs and pulls out his gargantuan green cock. Her breath quickening, Ms. Americana wiggles atop her fertile jiggling hindquarters, and then licks her lips.
“What are you waiting for?” the Aberration asks. “Suck.”
“Yes… yes master,” Ms. Americana whispers. Another dollop of moisture slides out of her pussy. Lifting up on her gloriously buxom haunches, she slowly extends her tongue. Looking up into his eyes, she slowly caresses her tongue around his tip. Slowly, she draws her tongue back and gapes at his glistening tip in awe. “Oh… Goddess…” she whispers. “So big…” Then, with a hungry sigh, she lifts her gorgeous face back up and begins pressing kiss after kiss to his huge cock. Her lips, coated in her slobber, wrap and quiver and smooch around his massive shaft again and again and, in between swirlings of her tongue, soon have him glistening from base to tip with her spittle. Then, with a deep sigh, she wraps her lips all the way around him and begins sucking his dick in earnest.
“Awww… yeahhhh…” the Aberration purrs, head rolling on his shoulders, as pure heaven slurps worshipfully up and down the first several inches of his cock. Chuckling, he reaches down and wraps his hand around the back of her head. “That’s good… slut…” he says. “But a ninja… should learn… to go… deeper.” Hand tightening on the back of her head, he shoves his hips into her.
“Mmpgh!” Ms. Americana moans, her eyes blinking down in shock. But it is far, far too late to back out now. Her throat bulges, and her over-strained lips quiver and spread so wide they nearly vanish, as his monstrous cock forces its way deeper and deeper down her gullet.
“Oh… yeah! Oh, yeah!” the Aberration laughs, cackling gleefully, as he pounds his long cock furiously in and out of Ms. Americana’s throat. “Here it comes, bitch! Take it deep!” Slamming into her all the way to the hilt, he roars with fury and unleashes a massive torrent of semen deep down her throat. His huge dick pulses again and again, as it unleashes blast after blast of cum down inside her. Ms. Americana moans and gurgles, but other than squirming fleshily upon her haunches she can do nothing but keep her straining lips open wide and swallow every drop. Finally, with a deep, satisfied sigh the Aberration retracts his limp tool from her ravaged gullet, and steps back.
“Thanks, bitch,” he purrs.
Cum running in rivulets down her chin, Ms. Americana gets shakily back to her feet. “Don’t mention it,” she says. Her body squirms under her robe. “Have I satisfied you, master?” she asks.
The Aberration smirks. “Nah,” he says. Reaching down, he strokes his cock. Helped by the superhuman size of his balls, it begins to swell again rapidly, lifting up before the stunned and gaping black-clad beauty before him. “Soon as I’m ready,” he says, “I’m gonna hollow out your asshole till they could use it like a telescope. Now, c’mere, and give me a kiss first.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, slowly, she smirks. “Of course, sir,” she says.
Stepping up close, she lets him coil an arm around her buxom hip, and lets him grab her huge ass. His fingers creeping up under her robe, he strokes her massive shapely ass with eager anticipation. “Gimme some sugar, baby,” he purrs, down into her gorgeous cowled face.
“Yes master,” Ms. Americana purrs and, swinging her fist up sharply, delivers a ferocious sucker punch to the underside of his chin.
With a startled screech, the Aberration releases her and stumbles back in shock. His bell rung, his tusked head briefly wobbles upon his massive shoulders, dazed. Before he can recover, with a ferocious and gleeful cry, Ms. Americana sends her foot hurtling up between his legs and delivers a vengeful wrecking-ball-like strike to the gigantic swaying green balls that hang, defenseless, just beneath his glistening and recently re-erected penis. Folding up around her triumphant foot the Aberration whimpers, slides off, and lies still.
“Let that be a lesson to you, punk,” Ms. Americana coos. Then, picking up her tray once more, with one hand elegantly upon her buxom hip, she saunters past his groaning sprawled form and through the door he so ineffectually guarded. “When a super-heroine bestows you with her pleasures… don’t get greedy!” The door wooshes shut behind her buxom, barely-covered ass.
Within she waits, impatiently, hips swaying back and forth beneath her tiny pussy-exposing robe, as the airlock cycles. Then she gasps, her eyes opening wide.
Before her lies Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. The woman herself stands to one side, punching buttons on a huge console, as yet oblivious to the entrance of yet another of her meek servants. Behind her, strapped to a table, lies Flag Girl. A gas mask covering her face, hooked up to fiendish pumping hoses, steadily doses her with the gas that is preparing her supple teen body for impregnation. Based on the tenting of her delicate nipples and the glistening of her blonde pussy, she only has minutes before she is completely ripe and ready. Behind her, in a huge glass case, towers the enormous purple mutant with whom she is presumably intended to breed. A gargantuan purple phallus over eighteen inches long dangles between his legs. Ms. Americana gasps at it in shock, her body trembling beneath her inadequate robe. Then, getting her mind back on her mission, she darts to one side and lifts her hand to her choker.
“Citizen!” she hisses. “I’m in. But, even if I defeat Dragon Queen and her mutant, I’m not sure if I can figure out how to stop the machines in time. If I don’t get it right, Flag Girl could become a completely brainless cock-craving slut… forever! What… what should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to creep up on Dragon Queen and take her out from behind, go to section 19.
To hit her with the most obvious come-back in super-heroine history, go to section 8.
SECTION 0013
“Go for the head!” you say. “The eyes... the eyes are its weak point!”
With a gasp, Ms. Americana tears her eyes away from the huge thing dangling between her titanic foes legs, where they had briefly been trapped, and darts them up to its face. Her eyes go wide. Then, with a startled cry, she swiftly dodges and rolls aside, barely dodging its next furious long blow.
“It… it doesn’t have eyes!” she gasps, as her buxom ass rolls hard against the steel floor. She pops back to her feet and whirls, huge naked breasts sloshing jaw-droppingly upon her chest. She gapes back, in shock, as the beast whirls around to face her once more. You hadn’t noticed before but indeed, above its gaping growling maw and below its alien brow, the beast’s rubbery head is perfectly smooth. Her brow briefly furrows. “Wait…” she gasps. “If it doesn’t have eyes… how does it see?!” Her luscious lip twists in concentration, as the huge-breasted bimbo struggles to think… her immense brain replacements still sloshing dramatically before her. Then, with a soft gasp, her eyes go wide as she gets an idea.
Leaping to one side, Ms. Americana once more barely rolls out of the way of another hurtling attack by the huge beast. It stumbles past her, then whirls about and lets out a honking cry. Bouncing back up to her feet, Ms. Americana whirls her head one way and then the other, getting her bearings. In one corner Dragon Queen still stands, a huge smirk upon her lips, watching eagerly. In the center, Flag Girl wiggles obliviously upon her bed as more gas pours into her, steadily ripening her body. The great beast stands between her and Dragon Queen’s console, growling with frustration.
Breathing deep, Ms. Americana tenses her body, steeling herself. Then, with a rush, she charges straight at it. Roaring eagerly, as it detects her coming for it the giant mutant spreads its legs and arms wide, preparing to meet her charge. But instead of lashing up at it and into its waiting embrace Ms. Americana suddenly ducks and rolls, going right between its legs.
Whirling round, the beast honks in frustration and starts to stomp after her. But Ms. Americana is already at Dragon Queen’s console, her huge breasts shaking as she surveys it.
“What do you think you’re looking for?” Dragon Queen taunts her, smirking. “It would take you hours to understand my systems. Hours you don’t have!”
“Actually,” Ms. Americana says, her eyes spying the biggest, reddest button on the panel. “That’s where you’re wrong.” And, without a second thought, she punches it.
Upon depressing the red Panic Button all over the facility alarms start to blare. Red lights flash. At the door a steel panel suddenly slams down, sealing out any would-be attackers.
And as the sirens howl, the great beast puts its ears to its head and squeals in pain.
Dragon Queen’s jaw drops and she gasps in horror. She had thought herself very clever, making her latest mutant ‘see’ entirely through sonar so that it could hunt heroines in the dark of night. Now she trembles in shock. “No!” she says.
“Ha!” Ms. Americana cries. Darting forward, as the great beast trembles, she delivers a series of furious punches and kicks to its chest. It still seems to barely feel them. But, shrieking under another howl from the sirens, it slowly sinks to its knees. Pulling back, Ms. Americana winds up a furious roundhouse kick and finally delivers the toe of her boot into its chin at light speed. With a great cry, the huge mutant hurtles backwards and lies sprawled and twitching on its back. Leaping after it like a hungry she-panther, Ms. Americana pounces onto its chest and slams in punch after punch and kick after kick. Finally, with a last shudder, the great mutant giant goes still. Moments later, with a loud ‘Splorp!’ it melts into a puddle of goo beneath her booted feet.
“Oh, God!” Dragon Queen gasps, gaping in horror to see her precious creation destroyed. “What… what have you done?!”
Ms. Americana raises her head and grins at her. Then, slowly, ankles picking themselves out of the gooey muck that remains of her latest champion, she strides forward across the floor… leaving little purple footprints of former mutant behind her with each squishy step.
“You… you bitch!” Dragon Queen cries. Darting forward, she slams a fist into the Queen of Justice’s belly. Guarded by her belt, the buxom heroine reacts as little as the giant mutant had when she had done the same to it. Gasping, Dragon Queen rears about and slaps her. Ms. Americana’s head snaps slightly to one side under the blow, then slowly turns back around to look down upon her. Lifting her hand Dragon Queen prepares for another strike… and gasps, in shock, as Ms. Americana catches it.
“I’ve had just about enough of you,” Ms. Americana says. Dragging the squealing helplessly wiggling Asian villainess back across her lab, she hurls her into the giant glass tank that once held her monster. Dragon Queen gasps, briefly stunned by the force of her incarceration. Before her foe can recover Ms. Americana has strutted over to her control panel and, smirking, presses the exact same button Dragon Queen pressed to release her creature.
Dragon Queen gapes up in shock as the big glass barrier swiftly shoots back down, sealing her inside. “No!” she cries. Leaping up, she pounds upon the glass. But, as it is designed to keep her minion secure should it ever break from its mental domination, her fists rebound off it like rubber bands off a battleship hull.
Studying the panel carefully, Ms. Americana ponders the various controls, her face scrunching up in puzzlement. Finally, choosing one button, she gives it a hesitant stab with her finger. Her face promptly cracks into a grin as, behind her, the seal of Flag Girl’s helmet cracks open and gas whooshes out. Slowly the helmet retracts, as do her restraints, leaving the lovely blonde sidekick blinking up in squirming and wide-eyed confusion.
As Flag Girl wakes, Ms. Americana looks up and notices a security screen. Upon it, all of Dragon Queen’s minions are clustered about the entrance to her inner sanctum, desperately trying to override the seal upon her door. Hunting across a panel Ms. Americana finds another button she noticed on her first search and presses it. ‘Intruder defense activated’ her console intones in a pleasant voice. Seconds later, great howling jets of knockout gas thunder down upon the villainess’s assembled minions. Screaming, most slump to the floor unconscious. The remainder turn and flee, wide-eyed with terror… pursued by several winged, large-dicked mutants who have just been released from their cages above the lab. Ms. Americana chuckles at the sight, her buxom naked hips wiggling with delight. Then, smirking, she turns to deal with her sighing, wiggling sidekick.
But as she comes to stand over her precious teen ward, Ms. Americana is in for a surprise. Blinking up in awe at her sweetly smiling mistress, Flag Girl reaches up a trembling hand… and strokes it tenderly down Ms. Americana’s flat, fertile belly. Eyes going wide, Ms. Americana gasps in shock. Then, huge breasts sloshing and jiggling beneath her, she bends low. “Are you all right, Flag Girl?” she asks, worriedly.
Squirming upon the table beneath her, Flag Girl lets out only a soft moan in response. Then, reaching up, the teenage beauty wraps her hand tenderly around the back of Ms. Americana’s head and, pulling her down close to her, gives her a tender and adoring kiss. Bent over, her insane ass lifted up before Dragon Queen’s silently and helplessly gaping face, Ms. Americana trembles and whimpers softly… but, unable to refuse it, lets Flag Girl’s luscious lips open up her trembling mouth, and gently twine their tongues together. Finally, after nearly a minute of solid kissing, Ms. Americana manages to extract her mouth from Flag Girl’s eagerly questing tongue. Standing back up over her, she gasps deeply, blinking down in shock.
Before her, Flag Girl wiggles upon the table and whimpers with brainless, mindless need. Breathing deep, Ms. Americana tucks a little stray lock of raven-black hair back behind her creamy shoulder. Then, huge bare breasts wobbling and sloshing upon her chest, she heaves a soft sigh. “Oh… alright…” she purrs.
Coming down onto the table with Flag Girl, Ms. Americana straddles her and presents her sidekick with her pussy. Moaning eagerly, Flag Girl promptly wraps both arms around Ms. Americana’s thighs and, clutching tight to her mentor’s buxom hips, lifts her pretty teen face up. Burying her lovely nose in Ms. Americana’s ass, she begins eating out her mentor’s cunt with eager and slurping abandon. Ms. Americana coos with pleasure, her hips wiggling delightedly as her sidekick’s tongue eagerly laps, slurps, and teases her pussy. Then, bowing her gorgeous head, the busty heroine begins returning the favor.
For the better part of an hour Ms. Americana and her shapely sidekick moan and squirm and rub delicately against one another, locked in lesbian passion. Gasping with pleasure, they slowly move about the room, enjoying each other’s bodies atop one piece of Dragon Queen’s equipment after another, while the trapped villainess looks on in breathless awe. Mewling and whimpering, they wiggle their voluptuous hips as they eagerly eat each other out. Shapely bodies squirming and sliding silkily against one another, they sigh with pleasure as they share long sweet tongue-twirling kisses. And, heads rolling and gasping with pleasure, they shudder and sigh as they take turns suckling each other’s breasts. Mewling softly, buxom hips bucking, each one cries out as she is repeatedly brought to a delicate, trembling orgasm atop the stroking fingers or tongue of the other.
Finally, after about an hour has passed, Ms. Americana lies seated upon her sidekick’s former bed as the latter suckles at her tits. Her pretty head dwarfed by their vast curvature, Flag Girl sighs and slurps softly as her luscious lips eagerly suck upon her mentor’s immense flawless jiggling milk-jugs. Gasping softly, Ms. Americana strokes her sidekick’s beautiful blonde head adoringly, her buxom hips wiggling with helpless pleasure as her nipples get wrapped and slurped by her underage ward’s tongue. Finally, with a soft gasp of pleasure, Ms. Americana lifts her gorgeous trembling head, and then opens her eyes… looking right up into your watching camera.
Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops, as the breast-suckled heroine finally remembers at long last that she is not alone. A deep blush spreads across her cheeks. But she cannot help herself. As Flag Girl’s fingers eagerly play and pump in her drooling pussy, a wiggle of helpless pleasure jiggles through her buxom naked hips. And as it does so, her shocked gasp slowly vanishes, to be replaced by a knowing smirk.
“Well, I did say I would reward you…” the Queen of Justice says. She smiles up at you wryly, over the bobbing head of her still oblivious and eagerly slurping sidekick. “Consider this last hour or so exactly that. Thank you very much for your help, Citizen,” she purrs. “But if I ever see one second of footage of tonight’s events, believe me, I will find you and punish you.” She smirks. “Now, goodbye. You had better hope I never see you again. Computer – end feed!”
The computer screen goes dark. Your adventure with Ms. Americana is at a close.
THE END. – Not bad! This is probably the ‘best’ ending from Miss Americana’s point of view. But there are ‘better’ ones from a purely selfish reader’s point of view. When ready go back and try again!
SECTION 0014
“Fight dirty!” you say to her, desperate not to have to see her precious holes get used by any other man. “Use every trick in the book!”
Despite her predicament, Ms. Americana stops and glares up into the camera. “Citizen!” she snaps. “That is beneath the honor of a super-heroine. No matter what, we must always uphold our commitment to-“
But, taking advantage of her distraction, his giant green hand suddenly reaches in and rubs his finger against her cunt. Ms. Americana’s jaw drops, and her tirade cutting off in mid-word she gapes down in shock. But before she could do anything else his thick green finger slams up into her.
“Oh, Goddess!” she shrieks. Her buxom hips wiggle and thrash, as his cruel digit pumps inside her. Her drooling juices roll down his finger.
“Hahaha!” he laughs, sneering. “What a slut!”
“Oh! You… you BEAST!” Ms. Americana screams. And, as his sliding naughty fingers touches a particularly sensitive place inside her, her knee suddenly slams upwards and, driven by the power of her belt, slams like a meteor into his cock.
The Aberration freezes. His body trembles, including his finger inside her. Then it slowly slides out of her. He lets out a tiny, soprano-like squeal, and then slowly topples backwards.
“Let that be a lesson to you!” Ms. Americana hisses. Then, before the crippled villain can recover, she swiftly grabs up a convenient chloroform pad and affixes it to his face. The mighty villain shudders, and lies still. Standing up, her buxom hips still quivering with the aftershocks of his invasion, she plants a boot triumphantly on his chest and she looks up.
“Thank you, Citizen,” she says. Then she turns her head up and looks at the waiting steel laboratory in the center of the warehouse. “Now,” she says, “our final challenge remains.”
Taking her foot off the Aberration’s chest, she turns and advances on the lab. Compromised by her computer, the heavy steel door leading into Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum slides open effortlessly before her buxom naked approach. Ms. Americana draws in a sharp breath.
Before her lies a large, antiseptic steel room. At the center Flag Girl lies upon a table, naked and helpless. Her wrists and ankles are strapped down and a mask and tube are affixed to her face. Through it the gas flows into her, ripening her young body for impregnation by mutant seed. Based on the tenting out of her delicate pink nipples and the glistening between her sleek teen thighs, the nubile young blonde doesn’t have long left.
Behind her, towering in a sealed glass tube, is a huge purple mutant with a massive veiny phallus… presumably, Flag Girl’s intended lover.
To one side, Dragon Queen stands over her console, tapping and tracing away oblivious.
Ms. Americana breathes deep, steeling herself. But with Flag Girl in peril and her belt around her hips she doesn’t bother to wait for your advice. With a confident smirk upon her face she suddenly saunters forth to deal with Dragon Queen herself.
“Your game is up, Dragon Bitch!” she purrs, her buxom hips rolling beautifully as she struts forward. “I’m taking back my sidekick – and taking you to jail!”
With a startled gasp, Dragon Queen whirls. Her almond-shaped eyes dart up and down, taking in the advancing Queen of Justice with interest. Her lips quirk up, as she sees her sumptuous naked curves and her leaking pussy. “Are you sure you’re not here for something else?” she coos. Her smirk broadens, her eyes and teeth glittering. “To get fucked, like the dirty bitch you are?” she specifies, in a mocking coo.
Ms. Americana lifts her chin high, and glares with righteous fury. “Ab-absolutely not!” she insists… even as her large, erect nipples sway proudly at the tips of her gargantuan naked breasts.
“That’s too bad,” Dragon Queen laughs, darting back, her hand flying to her console. “Cause it’s all your going to get.” Her fingers stabs down onto a big red button. Alarms blare. Suddenly, with a rush and a spill of amniotic fluids, the huge glass tube around the giant purple mutant shoots down into the floor. Slowly, the gargantuan and massively well-hung colossus stumbles forward, and turns its inhuman head first one way and then the other. Towering over her, it looks her over… and then licks its lips and grins.
Ms. Americana gapes up at the hulking beast in shock. Then, her smirk spreads swiftly back across her lips. “The harder they are… the bigger they fall!” she says.
Lunging forward, she slams her fist into the mutant’s rubbery purple abs with every ounce of her strength. Only to gasp, as it bounces back off. She stumbles backwards, gaping, and clutching her stinging fist in pain.
Standing to one side, Dragon Queen cackles with glee. “You’re done for this time, Ms. Americana!” she declares.
Reaching her shaking hand up to her choker, Ms. Americana gasps. “A… a little help here, Citizen?” she asks. “What… what should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to go for the dick, turn to section 47.
To tell Ms. Americana to go for the head, turn to section 13.
To make Ms. Americana turn around so you can watch her sexy ass get nailed, turn to section 26.
SECTION 0015
“Fight dirty!” you say to her, desperate not to have to see her precious holes get used by any other man. “Use every trick in the book!”
Despite her predicament, Ms. Americana stops and glares up into the camera. “Citizen!” she snaps. “That is beneath the honor of a super-heroine. No matter what, we must always uphold our commitment to-“
But, taking advantage of her distraction, a giant green hand suddenly reaches in and seizes hold of her bra. Ms. Americana’s jaw drops, and her tirade cutting off in mid-word she gapes down in shock as her precious bra pulls away, squeezing her huge jiggling melons tight together between them. Then, with a loud ‘RIPPP!’ her bra tears away, leaving her huge jugs to bounce and slosh in glorious display.
“Oh… how DARE you?!” Ms. Americana howls, gaping down at her liberated breasts in shock.
“Look what I got, slut!” the Aberration laughs, holding up the tattered remnant of her giant bra and waving it back and forth tauntingly in her face.
“You… you perverted BEAST!” Ms. Americana screams. And, driven by pure rage, her mighty boot snaps upwards with furious speed, and slams into his crotch.
The Aberration freezes. His body trembles, around her crotch-imbedded boot, and his eyes bug out in his tusked green head. He lets out a tiny, soprano-like squeal, and then slowly topples backwards.
“Let that be a lesson to you!” Ms. Americana hisses. Then, before the crippled villain can recover, she swiftly grabs up a convenient chloroform pad and affixes it to his face. The mighty villain shudders, and lies still. Reaching down, she plucks her bra from his limp fingers and holds it up. She sighs. The tattered remnant is not going to cover anything ever again. With a dejected shake of her head, she tosses what is left of her huge-cupped top aside and stands, one leg flexed upon his chest, hands upon her hips.
“Thank you, Citizen,” she says. Then she turns her head up and looks at the waiting steel laboratory in the center of the warehouse. “Now,” she says, “our final challenge remains.”
Taking her foot off the Aberration’s chest, she turns and advances on the lab. Compromised by her computer, the heavy steel door leading into Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum slides open effortlessly before her buxom naked approach. Ms. Americana draws in a sharp breath.
Before her lies a large, antiseptic steel room. At the center Flag Girl lies upon a table, naked and helpless. Her wrists and ankles are strapped down and a mask and tube are affixed to her face. Through it the gas flows into her, ripening her young body for impregnation by mutant seed. Based on the tenting out of her delicate pink nipples and the glistening between her sleek teen thighs, the nubile young blonde doesn’t have long left.
Behind her, towering in a sealed glass tube, is a huge purple mutant with a massive veiny phallus… presumably, Flag Girl’s intended lover.
To one side, Dragon Queen stands over her console, tapping and tracing away oblivious.
Ms. Americana breathes deep, steeling herself. But with Flag Girl in peril and her belt around her hips she doesn’t bother to wait for your advice. With a confident smirk upon her face she suddenly saunters forth to deal with Dragon Queen herself.
“Your game is up, Dragon Bitch!” she purrs, her buxom hips rolling beautifully as she struts forward. “I’m taking back my sidekick – and taking you to jail!”
With a startled gasp, Dragon Queen whirls. Her almond-shaped eyes dart up and down, taking in the advancing Queen of Justice with interest. Her lips quirk up, as she sees her sumptuous naked curves and her leaking pussy. “Are you sure you’re not here for something else?” she coos. Her smirk broadens, her eyes and teeth glittering. “To get fucked, like the dirty bitch you are?” she specifies, in a mocking coo.
Ms. Americana lifts her chin high, and glares with righteous fury. “Ab-absolutely not!” she insists… even as her large, erect nipples sway proudly at the tips of her gargantuan naked breasts.
“That’s too bad,” Dragon Queen laughs, darting back, her hand flying to her console. “Cause it’s all your going to get.” Her fingers stabs down onto a big red button. Alarms blare. Suddenly, with a rush and a spill of amniotic fluids, the huge glass tube around the giant purple mutant shoots down into the floor. Stumbling forward, the gargantuan and massively well-hung colossus stumbles forward, and turns its inhuman head first one way and then the other. Towering over her, it looks her over… and then licks its lips and grins.
Ms. Americana gapes up at the hulking beast in shock. Then, her smirk spreads swiftly back across her lips. “The harder they are… the bigger they fall!” she says.
Lunging forward, she slams her fist into the mutant’s rubbery purple abs with every ounce of her strength. Only to gasp, as it bounces back off. She stumbles backwards, gaping, and clutching her stinging fist in pain.
Standing to one side, Dragon Queen cackles with glee. “You’re done for this time, Ms. Americana!” she declares.
Reaching her shaking hand up to her choker, Ms. Americana gasps. “A… a little help here, Citizen?” she asks. “What… what should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to go for the dick, turn to 47.
To tell Ms. Americana to go for the head, turn to 13.
To make Ms. Americana turn around so you can watch her sexy ass get nailed, turn to 26.
SECTION 0016
Clutching the laptop tight to your chest, you breathe deep, steeling yourself. For a moment, the courage fails you. Then the memory of the sheer quality of pussy that lies, glistening and helpless, within that mutant-infested base steels your heart… and your loins. Groaning in fear at the peril, you nevertheless surge to your feet and spring towards the writhing mass of mutant and what once was ninja.
Gaping, trying not to look at the soul-searing horror before you, you press your back to the wall and silently slide past. But, you are in luck. Howling and screeching with glee, the mutants have become utterly fixated on their current hapless targets. None notice you. Gasping with relief, you slip round the side of the door, your belly inches from the mass of writhing horror, and on into the now eerily silent base.
Running hurriedly across the empty warehouse floor, you soon find yourself before the sealed steel door of Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. Wary that at any moment a mutant may finish with its ninja prey and turn on you, you whip open your laptop. With a few keystrokes, and a whirring hiss, the door slides open. You slink through, and then with a few more keystrokes, swiftly close it behind you.
Clutching your laptop to your chest, you gape at what you find inside. The entire laboratory reeks of chemicals. Before you, bodies still glistening and mighty thighs still splayed wide, lie the buxom bodies of Ms. Americana and her arch-nemesis Dragon Queen. To one side, sighing and squirming on her little table, pretty head still encased in her gas-pumping helmet, lies the beautiful teen body of Flag Girl. The mutant, still slumbering under the extra dose of chemicals you gave it, stands still as a statue within its tank.
Slowly, breathing hard, you survey the scene. Then, slowly, you feel a huge smirk spreading across your lips.
“Well, well, well,” you purr, savoring the sight as three separate super-pussies lie before you, utterly helpless and glistening with their need. “Isn’t this a… sticky situation?”
Setting the laptop down on Dragon Queen’s table, you use its control of her systems to do a quick inventory of the room. Your grin broadens as you realize that beneath the floor lie several more beds and, in hidden drawers, enough handcuffs, ball-gags, and fresh chloroform to keep an entire army of fertile super-females utterly at your mercy for weeks. Then, one item leaps out at you. It is labeled ‘Ninja Enhancement Pill’ and is marked ‘experimental.’ Curious, you activate that item. A little drawer slides out from Dragon Queen’s desk beside you, containing just three small red pills.
Reaching down you pick them up and stare at them. Fear briefly rises within you. But, at the memory of what you went through to get here, it evaporates. “Fuck it,” you say, and, lifting them to your mouth, you swallow them.
For a moment, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, you clutch your stomach and yelp, as it gurgles. A shudder runs through your body. Briefly, you feel like you are about to shit your pants, and then a few seconds later, like you are about to vomit. Then, both feelings pass. Then suddenly you gasp as a new feeling appears – one you have never felt before.
It is very similar to the feeling of an erection growing within your pants… save that your dick is already erect. You gape in shock as you feel your already hard dick swell, and grow longer. It slides upwards within your pants, nudging up into your shirt. You gape down at the outline of an enormous cockhead swelling up out of your pants, under your shirt. Your pants strain against your increasing bulk for several seconds, creaking, and then give way. With a sudden snap, your newly enormous dick bursts out of the front of your pants and flops down to bob and throb in front of you. You gape at it in disbelief. It is well over a foot in length, and massively thick. Were you not able to feel the soft cold of the air, prickling about its vast veiny length, you would have difficulty believing it is yours. Beneath the thick forest of your pubes you see a gargantuan pair of balls to match.
For several seconds you stand stock still, gaping down at your newly enormous penis in disbelief, while the remains of your pants settle between your legs. Then, slowly, you feel an enormous grin spreading across your lips. Looking up, you look upon the three helpless, unprepared, glistening pussies before you with relish. “Oh, yes…” you hear yourself say. “Oh, fuck, yes…”
A short time later, Ms. Americana blinks her eyes open and whimpers softly, recovering from her gas-induced slumber. Then, suddenly, eyes going wide, she gasps in shock.
Her buxom body lies bound, upon its belly, naked, upon one of the cold steel beds of Dragon Queen’s lab. On identical beds to either side of her, squirming in their own bonds and whimpering into lip-spreading ball-gags, lie Flag Girl and Dragon Queen herself. Ms. Americana turns, and gapes at the first and then the second, in steadily increasing astonishment. Then she turns, and looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes go wide.
“Hello, Ms. Americana,” you purr at her, from above her naked, wiggling, and helplessly uplifted ass. Reaching out, you take hold of her awesomely rounded buttocks, stroking your fingers with relish over her flawless, warm, silky-smooth curvature.
“Citizen…” she gasps, voice coming in a shuddering whisper as she gapes up at you in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” she gasps. Slowly she regains a bit of her usual swagger, and glares at you, her eyes darkening with rage. “And… and how dare you put your hands upon my body?!” she demands, even as her delightfully well-rounded bubble-butt wiggles helplessly, her projecting curves jiggling spectacularly, beneath your arrogantly stroking fingers.
You smirk back at her.
“I dare because of this,” you say. And, pushing your hips forward, you nuzzle the tip of your enormous, eagerly throbbing new cock up against her drooling, delicately quivering pussy lips.
Americana’s jaw drops. The rage drains from her eyes as, lips hanging open and quivering, she gapes up at you in stunned disbelief.
“I got tired of waiting for my reward, bitch,” you inform her, gloatingly, leering down into her wide, beautiful blue eyes. “Now, I’m going to take it.”
Ms. Americana shakes her head. “No…” she whispers. Then, slowly, after her initial shock at the size of the cock-head pressed to her nether lips, her mighty swagger returns. “No!” she says, harshly. “You can’t do this. You don’t have the balls!”
“Don’t I?” you ask. Slowly, your huge dick twitching with eager anticipation, you slid your hands up her ass and take a firm, commanding grip, to either side of her buxom and fertile, swollen hips. Your fingers dig deep into silken flesh, and you take a moment to savor the moment as your tip, pressed to her tight quivering little slit, bathes itself in her drooling warm moisture.
“No!” Americana cries, her tone growing harsher and more desperate the closer you come to entering her. “No! You can’t do this! Not… not to MEEEEEE!!!!” Her eyes flashing wide open in stunned disbelief, Ms. Americana’s angry bellow suddenly shoots up into a soprano shriek, as your gargantuan penis suddenly slams brutally forward, spreading her tender pussy wide, and rams its tremendous veiny length deep up inside her devastated slit.
“Oh… yeahhhh!” you gasp, every inch of your body shuddering with pleasure, as you sink into what is by far the finest pussy you have ever had. Every inch of your enormous schlong gets tenderly worshipped by Americana’s tight cunt, as it squeezes in around you, bathing you in her drooling moisture and quivering against you delightfully. Keeping a tight grip on her broad, wiggling round hips, you slowly pull back, gasping as your entire length emerges from her glistening with her rapidly cooling juices… and then slam deep back up inside her again. And again, and again, and again.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” you howl, as you pound your giant cock up into Ms. Americana’s helplessly quivering snatch, over and over and over again. “Being a super-villain fucking ROCKS!”
“S-Super-villain?!” Ms. Americana moans in shock, even as her body trembles and shudders helplessly under your deep, brutal assault.
“That’s what I am now,” you inform her, in a delighted cackle, hips slamming away. Pounding her deep, you slide your hands forward around her body, and get two generous palm-fulls of her immense, flawless, and ponderously-bouncing breasts. Her thighs, spreading helplessly, tremble uselessly to either side of your body as you deliver thrust after furious thrust up between them. “That’s what YOU made me, bitch,” you say, happily, punctuating each word with a vicious grinding against the tender walls of her helpless pussy. “And guess who’s going to have the honor of being the first heroine in my harem?!”
“Nooo!” Ms. Americana moans, her eyes going wide. But already, she is beginning to lose her ability to resist. Pounding away merrily, you delight in the feeling of her tight tender cunt growing wetter and wetter, drooling out ever more copious juices, with each savage thrust you deliver through its taut-spread and defenseless lips. Whimpering and gasping, with each thrust Americana visibly loses a bit of her capacity to speak, to think, to resist, as your enormous pounding schlong drives her closer and closer to an unwanted yet irresistibly submissive climax.
To either side of you, Dragon Queen and Flag Girl squirm and whimper in their bonds… unable to do anything but watch. As you pound away furiously inside Ms. Americana, and as the latter rapidly loses the power of speech under your furious thrusts, you leer down at them happily.
“Don’t worry,” you coo. You take a long slow thrust in and out of Ms. Americana, savoring her quivering warmth. “You’ll be number two and three.”
Flag Girl bleats, her eyes blinking wide, while Dragon Queen shivers and glares over her ballgag. But both voluptuous beauties, squirming naked before you, still have their pussies on forcible display. And the thick tendrils of creamy moisture that promptly ooze from those delicate trembling slits tell a quite different story – and a far more sweet and eloquent one than their luscious upper lips could have managed, even without their gags.
Cackling, you merrily carry on rutting away, as your huge cock, pulsing with pleasure, prepares to deliver its inaugural load from your newly enormous swaying balls, deep inside the warm wet channel of Ms. Americana.
SECTION 0017
You elect to watch. Sitting frozen in your chair, you gape at the screen as minute after minute ticks by, with the only motion on the screen being the slow rise and fall of the two fallen female combatants’ large and naked breasts, as they sigh and whimper in chemical-induced slumber.
Gradually, the steaming of vapors from the glistening lubricant slackens, and then ends as all of the volatile anesthetic leeches its way out. The whirring scrubbers in the ceiling of the lab work overtime, and gradually the thick haze that felled both heroine and villainess fades, and vanishes.
Then, a soft alarm begins to sound, and a green light flashes. The glass tube holding the still-slumbering mutant inside shoots down into the floor. A puff of gas near his head hits the stirring hulk with a dose of antidote to the sleep-inducing chemical. Meanwhile, upon her bed, the gas mask encasing Flag Girl’s face cracks open, and then retracts. The young heroine moans softly, blue eyes slowly blinking open, as her sleek shapely body stirs upon its bed.
Slowly, sighing softly, the blonde teen sits up and wiggles her shapely hindquarters upon the bed, while a hand rises up to clutch at her pretty ringing head. Meanwhile, with a deep groan, the huge mutant stumbles forth from its case to stand, swaying groggily, just outside it.
With a soft gasp, Flag Girl lifts her head and stares, blue eyes wide, up at the towering purple beast. With a murmuring bleat the eyeless purple mutant stares back, its jaw dropping open as its unknown sensors behold the wiggling shapely teen seated naked before it.
For several seconds, the young heroine and the evil mutant stare at each other, their only motion their soft deep breath – accompanied, in the heroine’s case, by the soft and delicate jiggling of her large yet flawless, naked breasts.
Then, with a great moan from her, and a bleating howl from him, they shoot together. Leaping up into the mutant’s arms Flag Girl wraps her long sleek limbs eagerly around his thick purple chest. Dry-humping against his flesh eagerly, she slams her perfect young lips up against his hulking mouth and, moaning with pleasure, gives him a deep and adoring, swirling kiss. Arms filled with eagerly wiggling teen flesh, the mutant warbles with delight and eagerly kisses her back. Feeling safe in his tight embrace, Flag Girl detaches one hand from his flesh and sends it shooting down between her legs, to seize hold of his massive purple member. Her little fingers coil tight around him and begin to jerk furiously up and down his fire-hose-thick, veiny shaft, giving his huge unit a more vigorous hand-job than she has given since the thrilled teen beauty found herself under the bleachers with the hunky quarterback of the Seaside Heights team. In short order, under her vigorous strokes, the mammoth mutant schlong twitches and then rises, until its enormous length nuzzles and tickles at the voluptuous blonde’s ample rounded buns.
Finally, with a deep gasp, Flag Girl breaks the kiss and pulls back. Climbing down off the mutant, she keeps her hand wrapped reverently around his cock and, gasping up into his face in awe, continues to eagerly shuttle her little palm up and down his gargantuan, appreciatively-twitching length. Looking down into her face the purple mutant hoots with pleasure, and reaching down, strokes the back of her gorgeous blonde head with his massive purple paw. Then, slowly, his head rises – and, despite his lack of visible eyes, looks clearly at where the two buxom combatants, heroine and villainess, lie twitching and sprawled side-by-side. He sniffs the air in their direction with interest, and his massive dick suddenly twitches eagerly in her shuttling palm.
Looking up, Flag Girl follows his eyeless gaze. She looks at her mentor, and then back up at the mutant, and then at her mentor again. Slowly, a huge smirk spreads across her young lips.
“You’re right,” she says, responding to some sentence only her demented young mind can hear. “They’ll never understand our love.” Trembling in fear, her adoring hand slowly strokes the huge mutant, from the thick base just above his balls all the way up to his massive flared tip. Her finger strokes round and round his glans. Head falling back and lips hooting with pleasure, the mutant lets out a bit of watery pre-cum to soak her little finger.
Flag Girl gasps, in shock. Her head whirling around, she gapes up at him. “No!” she gasps, in reply to his unintelligible hoot. “We couldn’t!”
Looking down into her face, grunting eagerly as she fingers his pre-cum-moistened tip, the mutant bleats at her in eager lust.
Looking up into his gaze, gradually, a huge smile spreads across Flag Girl’s face. “Okay,” she purrs. “I guess it’s the only way.”
Detaching herself from the panting mutant, she struts over to the side of her former bed. Reaching down, she tugs open a metal drawer… and smiles down, evilly, as clanking within she beholds a veritable sea of chrome handcuffs…
A brief time later, Ms. Americana and Dragon Queen both moan, and start to stir. Then, simultaneously, they bleat in shock, their eyes going wide.
Both heroine and villainess have awakened to find themselves naked, and chained, side by side. The touch of a finger to a button had caused a second metal bed to rise up from the floor, beside the one Flag Girl had lain on. Now both Americana and her foe wiggle and squirm, uselessly, their buxom naked bottoms lifted high and jiggling defenselessly in the air, as they struggle and fail to overcome the stainless steel trusses that bound both their wrists and their ankles to the corners of the beds.
“Don’t bother struggling,” Flag Girl coos. Standing naked between the two, with her hands upon her shapely hips and a huge smirk upon her lips, the young heroine gazes down at her two captives with relish.
Bleating in shock, both Ms. Americana and Dragon Queen whirl their lovely heads and gape up at the young blonde in disbelief. Their lips quiver, in horror, around the red ball-gags that each beauty has, in her disoriented shock, just discovered plugging her decorative gullet.
Looking down into their distraught, utterly bewildered gazes, Flag Girl’s smirk broadens.
“Sorry,” she coos. “But I’ve had enough of taking orders from you,” she says, detaching a hand from her hips to point an accusative finger into her mentor’s stunned face, “and getting held prisoner by you,” she says, swinging the accusative young hand over to direct the digit into Dragon Queen’s shocked Asian face. Returning her hands to her hips, she wiggles and smirks with glee. “From now on,” she purrs, “it will be me holding you both prisoner, and me giving all the orders.” Both buxom adults bleat and quiver, staring up at her in shock. But their dismay only causes the smug smile upon Flag Girl’s face to grow even broader, her perfect white teeth glittering with glee. “And if you don’t like it,” she coos, blue eyes shining with evil relish. “Well… you can just take it up with my new boyfriend.”
On cue, with a hoot of eager pleasure, the giant purple mutant struts up and seizes each adult woman’s buxom jiggling ass with one of his meaty paws. Giving their bulbous well-rounded backsides a delighted, eager squeeze, that makes their bubble-shaped buttocks bulge pneumatically through his fingers, he lets out a delighted honk. Between his legs, his massive purple penis stands at full attention, throbbing and eager to destroy.
Trembling in shock, both Ms. Americana and Dragon Queen turn their gorgeous gagged heads, and gape up at the latter’s towering creation in dismay.
Flag Girl’s lips twist into yet another eager sneer. “Enjoy,” she purrs, eyes twinkling with relish.
They do. For hours, moaning, thrashing, trembling, screaming, heroine and villainess take turns taking the mutant’s gigantic cock brutally up their defenseless holes. Their pussies quiver and tremble in wide-spread devastation as the mutant’s huge schlong pounds them into deep-plundered oblivion. Their asses shake and their heads thrash and squeal like stuck pigs as he given an equally devastating invasion to their rectums. And, in the aftermath of their anal destruction, their luscious lips whimper and quiver in helpless horror, as they obediently suck and slurp their own foulness off the hooting mutant’s eagerly twitching schlong.
Meanwhile, experimenting with other buttons on Dragon Queen’s console, Flag Girl first discovers one that opens up all of Dragon Queen’s mutant tanks. She watches, eyes twinkling with relish, as an army of long-dicked horrors descends upon the ninjas who had crouched, waiting in ambush positions, at the edges of the base. The battle that ensues is remarkably one sided. As the howling mutants celebrate their victory afterwards upon the now-helpless ninjas, Flag Girls hips roll with relish and she gasps… eyes sparkling with delight, as some of her naughtiest mpreg fanfics seem bound to come true before her very eyes before her. Then, experimenting with further buttons, she idly presses one that causes a long shallow drawer to suddenly slide open before her. Looking down into it her eyes suddenly go wide… and then glitter with glee, as a huge smile spreads across her young lips.
A minute later, young hips rolling with eager relish, Flag Girl stalks up behind Dragon Queen’s helpless wiggling backside… the villainess’s own gargantuan knobbly strap-on bobbing and swaying before her. Reaching out, she strokes her hands eagerly over the Asian beauty’s luscious cheeks… while slowly nudging the tip of the mammoth, eighteen-inch monster through her helpless, mutant-tenderized, and cum-leaking pussy lips.
“Wh… what?!” Dragon Queen gasps. Lying whimpering upon her belly and listening to Americana squeal and moan, over the past hour she had grown used to the times when her one-time busty rival was getting railed as a desperately-needed chance to recover, both physically and in terms of her defiant evil spirit.
“A taste of your own medicine,” Flag Girl purrs, and shoves.
For another hour, heroine and mutant fuck side by side, trading off buxom and helpless pairs of hips, while the adult heroine and villainess squeal and scream helplessly before them. When Americana’s tender pussy isn’t getting brutalized by massive mutant schlong it’s getting tenderized by the massive strap-on wielded by her own traitorous sidekick – and vice versa, for Dragon Queen’s tight evil cunt.
“You… you’ll never get away with this, Flag Girl!” Americana moans, as her eyes roll and her body shakes under the umpteenth consecutive orgasm forced out of her by her own sidekick’s pounding hips.
“A-a-agreed!” Dragon Queen moans beside her, jerking and whimpering helplessly under the brutal pounding of her own mutant creation.
At the heroine and villainess’s defiant cries, Flag Girl’s smirking lips just spread broader. “We’ll see,” she coos, thrusting away eagerly inside her former mentor’s drooling defenseless snatch. Then, as each continues to thrust away eagerly in their respective helpless holes, the young heroine and her mutant lean together and, enfolding each other in their arms, share a tender, loving kiss.
At that moment, your laptop finally starts to lose power. The screen fades and, on that touching scene of the adoring newly-born evil pair, finally goes dark.
SECTION 0018
“Fight it, you stupid bitch!” you scream at her. “What kind of super-heroine are you?!”
Ms. Americana gasps at your chastising tone, her voluptuous ass wiggling with shock almost as if you have just spanked her upon it. But the comment has its intended effect as, moments later, a look of grim determination appears upon her gorgeous masked face.
“You… you are right, citizen!” she hisses. “I will show this thing it is no match for the Queen of Justice!”
Crawling forward in the tiny compartment, she gets within fist range of the horrific worm and lashes out with a mighty punch. “Hiya!” she cries, as her blow connects. But in the extremely cramped quarters of the air duct, Ms. Americana can get no leverage nor follow-through on her blow. Despite her mighty strength, her blow glances off the worm’s moist rubbery hide as if it weren’t there.
“Oh… oh Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasps, her blue eyes going wide.
But it is too late for her. Within seconds, the worm has wiggled its way past her reach and is upon her. With squeals and moans and pneumatic thrashes the gorgeous human beauty tries to fight it off, but cannot. Within seconds it has almost enveloped her, hugging close around her silky voluptuous body within the tiny duct. Arms and legs pinned to either side of the slimy beast, she rains blows upon it, all of which glance off as ineffectually as the struggles of a trapped insect being wrapped in a spider’s web. With a single snip of its maggot-like mandibles the beast severs her bra, letting her gargantuan breasts out to bounce and jiggle against its disgusting flesh. Ms. Americana gapes down in horror, as her tender nipples bury themselves in the rubbery worm’s wriggling embrace.
But as she gapes at her breasts, she is unaware of a far greater danger emerging below. Unseen by the mighty heroine, but clear as day to you upon the camera looking up between her helplessly wriggling legs, you see an orifice on the beast’s belly slowly dilate… and an immense, prehensile, and monstrously inhuman proboscis slide out. The huge mutant phallus twitches, eagerly, its massive tip an inch from her unsuspecting mound.
Her first warning of this new avenue of attack is when the immense phallus slams forward, and begins to rub against the crotch of her panties.
“Oh!” Miss Americana gasps, her eyes going even wider within its embrace. “G-great JUSTICE!” she moans, as she feels its immense size rubbing against her.
But she has little time to do anything else. Skittering against her, one of the worm’s stubby legs manages to slip inside Miss Americana’s tiny panties, and leverage them aside - exposing her pussy. Then, with a sudden slam of its bloated maggot-like body, the beast stabs the huge penis up and into her now helpless nether lips, forcing them wide apart.
Viewed in glorious close-up from your other camera, the expression upon Ms. Americana’s face suddenly transforms from outrage to pure and unadulterated horror. “Oh… oh, Great Justice no…” she whispers. Before she can do anything else, with another lunge of its disgusting slimy body, the worm slams its member deep, pounding it brutally up into Americana’s tender sopping furrow.
“Oh… oh Goddesssss!!!” Ms. Americana squeals. But, still desperate not to be heard by the many other enemies still lurking beneath her sexy impaled body, she bites her lip and does her best to silently take her inhuman opponent’s slamming.
For the better part of an hour you get to watch as Ms. Americana gets steadily destroyed inside the little air duct. She whimpers and wiggles helplessly, while, letting out little hisses and inhuman cries of glee, the giant worm continues to hump its buxom human mate with gleeful frenzy. Fluids pour in rivers from Ms. Americana’s trembling, wide-spread and deep-ravaged pussy. Her body wiggles and gasps and trembles against the walls of the duct helplessly, as furious animal passion pumps through her. Meanwhile, Dragon Queen’s various minions continue to wander back and forth far below, completely oblivious to the utter domination of a proud superheroine being carried out just above their heads.
At long last, after it has destroyed and exhausted her with several unnatural yet will-demolishing climaxes, a great bulge begins to inch down the beast’s huge pumping proboscis. As it reaches the already wide-spread pussy lips and shoves them out almost impossibly far apart, Ms. Americana’s already sweaty and trembling jaw drops. “Oh… oh my GOD!” she gasps, eyes going wide with panic. “Your… your EGG! No! You-you can’t…”
Looking back down into its conquered victim’s gorgeous head, the worm waves its maggot-like head back and forth and hisses happily in response. Then, with a mighty shove of its bloated segmented body it slams its egg through her savaged cunt and shoots it out deep into her fertile womb.
“NOOOO!” Ms. Americana squeals… and, shaking helplessly, at the feeling of her sexy hips getting impregnated with the horrid mutant’s seed, the most powerful and devastating orgasm yet slams out through every inch of her trembling, buxom, silkily muscular body.
Meanwhile, far below, her squeals and cries have gotten loud enough that the various ninjas and other servants wondering about have begun to hear them. But, echoing through miles of piping and off cavernous spaces, they cannot tell exactly where the mysterious female moaning comes from. Heads spinning first one way and then the other, they raise their arms and shrug in confusion.
Enjoying one last orgasmic shudder from its ravished supple foe, the fetid worm gives Ms. Americana’s pussy one last pointed stab with its huge cock and then pulls out. Ms. Americana’s cunt trembles and vomits forth moisture as the thick, limp, inhuman schlong slowly pulls out of it. Then, turning, the worm wiggles away down the corridor, as if trying to get away before its ravaged human victim can hit it up for child support.
As her disgusting lover slowly worms away down the air duct, back the way she came, Ms. Americana is left sprawled and exhausted behind it. Her eyes blink wide into the darkness, so lifeless it is as if her brutal orgasmic treatment at the hands of the worm’s penis has literally scrubbed her brain clean. Finally, with a deep gasp, she licks her lips and blinks her eyes as if waking up from a long sleep. Lifting her head she gapes down her ravaged body in disbelief, to see rivers of slimy inhuman fluids pouring from her pussy. Then she sinks her head back down and lies still upon her back some more.
“Well…” the mighty heroine sighs to herself, wiggling languorously in a pool of her own fluids. “I… I may have been ravished and impregnated. But I am still intact. So, as soon as I recover, my mission can conti-“
Moments later, without warning, the thin metal duct beneath her exceptionally buxom ass, having buckled and bulged during her furious slamming, suddenly plummets away – taking her with it. The sexy superheroine screams as she falls through the air – and then lands with a great thud in the very center of Dragon Queen’s base.
Gaping in awe, all of Dragon Queen’s minions, from her mighty ninjas to her simpering female servants, gather around the fallen heroine, until the concrete floor around her sprawled and helpless body is covered in a forest of feet. Then, as one, lifting their heads high, they point mocking fingers down at her unconscious body… and laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
THE END! Ms. Americana has been captured, and will spend the rest of her impregnation-filled life as Dragon Queen’s brood slave.
SECTION 0019
“Well, since you’re dressed like a sexy ninja, why don’t you act like one?” you ask. “Sneak up on Dragon Queen before she’s the wiser. Once she’s in your power you can make her tell you anything.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. Putting a hand to her belly she rubs it, nervously. Then, she slowly nods.
“Alright, Citizen,” she purrs. “I’ll give it a try.”
Leaning down, Ms. Americana slips off her high heels one by one. Then, feet bare, she takes a deep breath and begins to tiptoe softly forward, as silently as she can. Her bare feet tremble upon the cold steel floor with each slow, graceful step. But soon she finds herself approaching Dragon Queen’s voluptuous and obliviously wiggling hips from behind. The Asian villainess is bent over far enough that, beneath the hem of her brief silk dress, both Ms. Americana and you have a clear view of her delicate mound, peeking back and forth between her wiggling thighs, clad only in a skimpy black lace thong. Both you and she stare at it for a second, and Ms. Americana pauses to briefly lick her lips. Then, her eyes turn briefly down, watching where she is going… and she gasps.
Before her, on a little shelf under Flag Girl’s table, lies a little vial of truth serum and another of potent aphrodisiac, both labeled as such. Both are presumably part of the cocktail of chemicals being used to ripen and ready her sidekick. Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, eyes darting up to Dragon Queen’s obliviously wiggling and voluptuous hindquarters she slowly smirks.
Reaching down, she silently slips her tray of tea onto the lower shelf, and picks up each vile. Smirking, she drips a few drops out onto her fingers. Then, silently approaching, she slowly slips her hand up underneath Dragon Queen’s voluptuous wiggling ass and suddenly alights her fingers on and begins stroking her tender pussy.
“Oh!” Dragon Queen suddenly gasps. Her face whirls, to see who is stroking her. But in the seconds it takes her to do so the chemicals soaking up from Ms. Americana’s fingers have already invaded the sopping membranes of her pussy. By the time her eyes alight upon her cowled, beautiful servant, her finger-stroked pussy has already become filled with eagerly oozing cream. As Ms. Americana’s fingers slide back and forth across her rival’s delicate lower lips, the thin lace panty separating her from them almost instantly become soaking wet. “Mmm…” Dragon Queen purrs, her lips twisting up and her almond eyes going half-lidded as she gazes back upon her shapely minion. “Getting frisky are we?” she asks.
“Yes, mistress,” Ms. Americana coos, her fingers stroking faster over Dragon Queen’s sopping cunt. Pulling back her fingers, she silently squeezes another dollop onto her fingers. Then, pulling the villainess’s panties aside, she starts stroking them directly over her bare and quivering pussy lips.
“Ooooh!” Dragon Queen coos. Her eyes fluttering closed, she lets her head sink backwards as she enjoys her servant’s slow, teasing strokes. Her voluptuous hips wiggle in slow circles, as Americana’s fingers slide in and out of her outer lips teasingly.
“Do you enjoy this, mistress?” Ms. Americana asks. Then, without waiting for an answer, she slips first one finger, then two, up inside Dragon Queen’s cunt and starts pumping her vigorously.
“Mmmm!” Dragon Queen purrs, head rolling upon her shoulders. “Yes… yes I do, slave!” she says.
For a couple minutes, Ms. Americana works over Dragon Queen’s pussy mercilessly, while the curvaceous villainess wiggles and sighs with pleasure before her. Finally, she cannot resist. Sneaking another little film of aphrodisiac and truth serum onto the fingers of her other hand she slips it around and up inside Dragon Queen’s dress, and begins to stroke and caress her tender nipples. Dragon Queen gasps softly, trembling with pleasure, and almost instantly her delicate nipples have become fully extended and erect under Ms. Americana’s swirling fingers. Meanwhile, within seconds, she absorbs still more of her own will-affecting toxins through yet another sensitive, tingling membrane. Then, now that she has both hands on the squirming villainess’s body, she slowly lifts her lips up to the Asian beauty’s ear… and gives it a soft, teasing little bite.
“Oh!” Dragon Queen gasps, her head rocking back with pleasure. Body squirming back against Ms. Americana, she trembles and sighs with delight as another couple nips and playful pecs tease her earlobe. Then, finally, having thoroughly prepared her target, Ms. Americana finally puts her luscious lips to Dragon Queen’s ear and initiates the most pneumatically jiggling interrogation of her life.
“So… mistress…” Dragon Queen’s ‘slave’ asks, curiously, “What are you doing with that captured heroine, back there?”
“Mmm…” Dragon Queen purrs. While normally she might find the question suspicious, in her aroused state her lips spread wide with smug pleasure, eager to explain her thrillingly erotic and devious schemes. “I’m preparing her of course, you little dolt,” Dragon Queen coos. She gestures an arm across the panel that lies before her wiggling, drooling, finger-invaded hips. “As soon as she is ripe and ready my mutant shall mate with her and implant my greatest servant yet inside of her fertile, precious womb. And she will be my horny, obedient plaything… forever!”
“Mmm…” Ms. Americana sighs and, feigning enthusiastic arousal at the news, wraps her lips around Dragon Queen’s earlobe and gives them an enthusiastic kiss. Dragon Queen, body wiggling and squirming helplessly atop now Americana’s pumping slime-coated fingers, gasps and sighs with erotic delight. “How… how soon mistress?” she asks.
“Just… just a minute or two…” Dragon Queen sighs, her luscious body trembling as it hovers on the very precipice of orgasmic pleasure.
You can see Ms. Americana tense slightly, even as her hands continue to stroke and pleasure Dragon Queen’s body. With so little time, she has no choice but to go for it. “Could it be stopped, mistress?” she asks, and then hastily adds, by way of cover, “So we may prolong our pleasure?”
Dragon Queen’s gorgeous face trembles slightly with concern, at the odd and vaguely traitorous nature of the question. But, moments later, by way of encouragement, Ms. Americana slides a third finger up into her enemy’s quivering dripping cunt, and, Dragon Queen’s pussy lips wrapped tighter around her than ever before, begins to slam into her with fierce speed and merciless force.
Dragon Queen gasps, deeply. And, suddenly, driven by aphrodisiac and truth serum and the deep lusts exploding in her voluptuous penetrated hips, she cannot help but answer her pleasing servant.
“Y-yes…” Dragon Queen whispers. With a trembling hand, she points down at a button. “This… this will pause the procedure,” she whispers. She slides her long-nailed fingertip to point at another, beside the first. “And this will stop it.”
“Excellent,” Ms. Americana says. And, with no time to waste, she promptly yanks her hand off Dragon Queen’s big wobbling well-aroused breast, and stabs her finger down past Dragon Queen’s trembling digit to pound the indicated button hard against the console.
“Wh-what?!” Dragon Queen gasps, eyes spreading wide with shock. With a fierce cry she thrashes out of her traitorous servant’s arms, and whirls to face her.
“Surprise, bitch,” Ms. Americana says, in her usual brash voice instead of the simpering coo she used to impersonate a servant. Dragon Queen’s almond eyes go wide, with recognition of both the voice and whose blue eyes are staring back at her from beneath her pussy-stroking servant’s cowl. Then seconds later they go even wider, her cheek caving in and spittle flying from her lips, as Ms. Americana’s hurtling right hook slams into the side of her face. Dragon Queen goes flying and lies sprawled, whimpering and unconscious. Her gorgeous face gapes up at the ceiling, stunned… splattered with glistening streamers of her own pussy juices which flew from Ms. Americana’s sopping fist.
With a crack and hiss Flag Girl’s gas-pumping helmet opens up and retracts. The pretty sidekick’s face blinks in confusion up at the ceiling, shaking back and forth in bewilderment as she suddenly finds herself waking up naked in the strange laboratory. Instantly forgetting her fallen foe Ms. Americana whirls and dashes over to hover over Flag Girl’s squirming body with motherly concern… her gargantuan motherly breasts hanging and jostling in the teen heroine’s face. Eyes opening wide, Flag Girl gapes up at her mentor’s massive sloshing milk-jugs as if seeing them for the first time… and licks her lips with hungry lust.
“Are you alright?” Ms. Americana asks.
“Yes,” Flag Girl sighs. Then her eyes nearly bug out as, moaning with relief, Ms. Americana slams her young ward’s pretty face up in between her huge tits and, hugging her tight, shakes her gargantuan cans back and forth around Flag Girl’s nearly fully-enveloped noggin. Finally recovering from her surge of protective adoration, Ms. Americana pulls Flag Girl back out of her awesome jiggling cleavage and holds the squirming blonde beauty at arm’s length. “We have to get out of here,” she says. “Did Dragon Queen keep your bikini?”
Biting her lip, Flag Girl shakes her head no.
“What about your belt?” Americana asks.
“Yes,” Flag Girl says. She points to a drawer along one steel wall, beside the still-dormant mutant. Whirling round and bending low, Ms. Americana pulls it out and gasps with pleasure to see her sidekick’s belt within. She brings it back, just as, her long legs trembling shakily, Flag Girl gets back to her feet. Hands trembling, Flag Girl eagerly pulls the belt on around her shapely swelling hips, and gasps with pleasure as her naked curves suddenly glow once more with power.
“Alright,” Ms. Americana purrs, hands on her hips, to see her precious sidekick restored. “We’ll deal with Dragon Queen some other time,” she says, nodding towards the Asian villainess’s unconscious form. “Right now, we need to get you out of here and let those drugs leach out of your system. Are you ready, Flag Girl?”
“Y-yes!” the shapely naked blonde says, her voice still a little shaky but with a hint of her usual brashness slowly filtering back.
“Good,” Ms. Americana says. “Let’s go!”
With a loud battle cry the two heroines explode out of the door from Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. They catch a few ninjas leaning over and gaping at the fallen Aberration in shock. Two quick spin kicks easily dispatch of them. Then they are off, slipping out through the same entrance Ms. Americana came in through before anyone else is the wiser. “Come on,” Ms. Americana says, pointing her sidekick in a safe direction, once they are safely out of the base. “I know somewhere we can hide out while we plan our next move.”
As the two of them run through the darkness, Ms. Americana puts her hand to her choker. “Prepare yourself, Citizen,” she says. “We’re coming back to you.”
Minutes later, as expected, the door to your hotel room slams open and Ms. Americana and Flag Girl jiggle through.
“Greetings again, Citizen,” she says, sauntering forward until her dripping bush hovers over the screen of your laptop – where before her skimpy panties once swayed back and forth. “Thank you,” she purrs, eyes flashing down into yours. “You did a great job,” she admits. “But now I have one more request of you.” She gestures at her sidekick, who, panting softly for breath, blinks her blue eyes widely at you from where she wiggles back by the wall. “I’m going to leave Flag Girl in your charge,” she says, “while I go and pick up two spare costumes.” Her face darkens briefly. “And I don’t need to tell you,” she hisses, her buxom ass waving back and forth in agitation, “what happens if you lay so much as a finger upon her. Do I?”
You gulp, involuntarily. With her imposing if buxom Amazonian form towering over you you cannot help it. “N-no…” you hear yourself say, as if from a great distance.
A huge smile slowly spreads across her lips, and she wiggles her hips with pleasure. “Good,” she coos. Then, without another word, she whirls around and, buxom ass swaying and jiggling in beautiful nudity before you, hurries out.
When the door clicks closed you are left alone with Flag Girl. The gorgeous blonde teen wiggles slowly back and forth, her big blue eyes blinking as they stare straight at you. Her flat shapely belly slowly wiggles back and forth, atop her mile-long legs. Between her supple thighs her naked teen pussy continuously leaks rivulets of moisture. You gulp heavily, butterflies filling your tummy as you remember Americana’s orders not to touch her.
Then, slowly, the little sidekick detaches from the wall and saunters forward, until it is her leaking pussy that hovers just above the screen of your laptop. She stares down at you, biting one of her fingers between her teeth. Then, with a soft sigh, she slowly retracts her fingers downwards.
“So,” the blonde teen whispers, rubbing her hands up and down her shapely and projecting derriere. “I… I hear you are the man who helped rescue me?”
“Yes,” you say.
“Hmmm,” she says. Putting both hands on the desk, she leans in over you, until her pretty young face is hovering directly over you. Her large perfect breasts hang down, jostling and jiggling delightfully, tipped by painfully erect and delicate pink nipples. “And you were promised a reward?” she asks.
“Y-yes…” you say.
“Mmm…” she purrs. Her shapely teen hips wiggle, just above the edge of the table. From her bare pussy a little trickle of moisture emerges and oozes down her thigh. “Do you want it now?” she asks.
Your heart thumps in your chest. “Uhhh…” you say, your brain briefly broken.
Flag Girl smirks. Then, reaching out her slender, delicate-looking yet super-humanly strong hand she seizes you by the back of your head, and slowly draws you close. Her flawless teen lips press to yours, quivering like perfect warm rose petals. Your heart trembles and your eyes go wide as she kisses you. Her delicate-seeming yet shockingly strong tongue coils and twists playfully with yours… effortlessly dominating you. Within your pants your boner is suddenly at full and raging attention.
Then, within you, a heart-shaking pulse of fear suddenly shoots up your belly as you remember the brief flash of hellfire that appeared in Ms. Americana’s eyes. With a panicked grunt you suddenly surge backwards, lurching out of your chair. Caught by surprise, Flag Girl gasps in shock as you go shooting back out of her grasp. But the tiny hotel room Americana sequestered you in does not leave much room to escape. Moments later your back collides with the bed, just behind you. You end up sprawled upon it, your feet hanging off the edge.
Perched atop your desk like a she-panther atop a rock, Flag Girl gapes at you in shock for a few seconds, her gorgeous blue eyes batting wide. Then, slowly, a broad and eager smirk spreads across her lips. “Shy, are we?” she purrs.
Slinking down off the desk, she is upon you in seconds. One of her little hands seizes you by the chest… and presses you, gently yet very very firmly, down into the bed. Her other delicate-seeming little hand goes to your crotch. You gasp, shuddering in shock, as you feel her slender fingers stroking and caressing your hard-on through your pants.
“Don’t be scared,” Flag Girl coos, her eyelids batting down into yours. Her smirk broadens as, through your pants, she gives your chubby a little possessive squeeze. “You have nothing to be ashamed of…”
Slowly, her fingers slide up and take a grip upon your fly. Slowly, she zips you down, and pops open your pants. Her fingers stroke you again, through your underpants. Then, hooking a single little finger through your waistband, she pulls those down too. “Mmm…” Flag Girl coos, licking her lips and wiggling her shapely hips, as your naked cock comes out to bob, erect and helpless, for her to play with. Her fingers wrap around you, stroking vigorously up and down. In seconds a little watery pre-cum leaks from your tip, and moistens her fingers. Flag Girl gasps softly… then, her gorgeous blonde head dropping, dives down upon your waiting cock.
“Mmmm….” she sighs again, softer and longer, as her luscious pink lips wrap around your shaft. She slurps up and down you, shallowly at first, but with steadily increasing speed and depth.
“Oh… shit…” you hiss, involuntarily, as pure warm slurping heaven suddenly envelops your penis. Her dexterous and superhumanly strong tongue coils and twists deliciously around you, fondling and caressing every inch of your veiny length. Then after a last few deep bobs of her blonde head Flag Girl releases you from her mouth. Lifting her gorgeous head she looks you in the eye. She breathes deep. Then, sidling forward, she straddles you and, reaching down, lifts your penis up towards her waiting pussy.
“Wait…” you yelp, involuntarily.
Flag Girl’s gorgeous teen face looks down into yours, curiously. “Why?” her soft lips ask.
You stare back up at her. Somehow, you cannot formulate a reason. Her luscious body remains poised over yours for several seconds. Then, when she doesn’t get a reply, the supple blonde teen shrugs. And, shoving her flawless round hips downwards, she suddenly slams her pussy down onto your waiting chubby cock.
“Oh!” Flag Girl promptly gasps, softly, as she gets penetrated. Her jaw drops, and her luscious blonde head turns and trembles as she gasps against her shoulder. She whimpers. Then her little hands reach out and, trembling, alight upon your shoulders. And, straddling you with her sleek supple form, her flat belly poised above her leaking engorged pussy, Flag Girl begins to pound her hips eagerly up and down your shaft.
“Mmmm!” she moans, eyes rolling in her pretty little head, as your engorged cock-head slams back and forth inside her tight, hot wet little channel. “Nng! Oh… oh God!”
Gorgeous head rolling and panting, the little teen slowly picks up the pace. Her pertly rounded bottom jiggles furiously as it pounds up and down your length. Her juices roll down you, and begin to trickle around your swollen and ready, potent balls.
You remain frozen throughout the experience, gaping upwards in awe. Flag Girl’s is, easily, the finest pussy and most flawless body you have ever had upon you in your life. The eager athleticism with which she surges herself up and down your shaft is breathtaking in and of itself. Lifting up high, her little head thrashes from one side to the other as, pawing it with her little hands, she squeals out repeatedly in pleasure. Her large yet perfectly shapely teen breasts jiggle and jostle spectacularly before you, as she pounds her flat bare belly furiously up and down your meat.
Sheer shock makes you last far longer than you have any right to. But, at last, the overwhelming pleasure the young goddess provides as she humps herself furiously on your shaft begins to catch up with you. You feel your penis begin to tingle, to pulse and throb with its impending load. By the time you feel what is happening, it is far beyond your power to stop. Flag Girl can sense it too. Hands dropping back down she clutches to your chest, pressing you tight down into the bed, as if making sure you have no chance of escape… as, letting out little furious animalistic cries of pleasure, her voluptuous teen hips suddenly begin to pound with furious speed and pleasure up and down your twitching about-to-spew shaft.
Finally, with a great moan of pleasure, you cannot help yourself. Hips slamming up instinctively into her pounding little rhythm, you press yourself as tight into Flag Girl’s hot wet worshipful channel as you can and, with a groan of pure ecstasy, unleash your surging load up into her infinitely deep cavity. Trembling and whimpering with a climax of her own, Flag Girl’s sweaty supple body trembles upon you, her thighs squeezing tight to your flanks, as she feels your surging hot seed roil up into her perfectly flat and fertile teen belly. For several seconds she presses tight against you, trembling like a silky little live wire, and whimpering in release as she takes your discharge. Then, with a soft sigh, she stands up, lifting off of you with a dancer’s grace.
Despite the fact you remained flat on your back throughout, the fuck from the belt-assisted teen heroine leaves you as utterly exhausted as if you’d just run a brace of marathons. You remain flat upon the bed, head ringing and panting, as Flag Girl’s supple teen form vanishes into the restroom, and she swiftly towels off. Saying not a word, she re-emerges and, leaning over the bed, giving you one last perfect view up into her jostling ample cleavage, she pushes your now-limp cock back into your pants and re-zips you. Reaching out, smiling down into your face, she swiftly fixes up your clothes and hair. Then, standing, she walks back to the far corner of the room and stands, demurely, ass pressed to the wall, looking no more naughty than a schoolgirl waiting for the bus.
She doesn’t have long to wait. Less than a minute later, the door lock clicks. Feeling a thump of terror in your chest, with an involuntary gasp you surge back up to a seated position upon the bed.
Americana comes in, huge breasts shaking back and forth once more in her bra. A replacement bra and panty for Flag Girl dangles from her fingers. She looks back and forth between you swiftly, a suspicious if buxom mother, but seems reassured to find you and naked Flag Girl waiting at opposite sides of the bedroom.
“Did anything happen?” she asks.
Flag Girl squirms slightly and, batting her lashes, gives her mentor a huge and perfectly innocent smile. “Of course not,” she coos, favoring you with a brief and ever so slightly naughty glance of her eyes. “He was a perfect gentleman.”
“Good,” Americana says. She tosses the teen-sized bra and skimpy panty onto the desk beside Flag Girl. Then, leaving her command for her sidekick unspoken, she turns to you.
“Thank you very much, citizen,” she says. Putting her hands on her hips, she gives you one last look at her spectacular hourglass form towering over you, straining in its skimpy panty, and her gargantuan breasts sloshing back and forth before your face, barely contained by the overloaded cups of her bra. “I have a reward for you,” she says. Reaching into her cleavage, she extracts a bank check with a number of zeroes that, briefly, causes your eyes to spread even wider than the sight of her breasts had. She smirks slightly, to see your gaze and reaction. “You can either cash it,” she coos, as she lets it drop onto your lap, “or keep it… as a souvenir for where it was stored.” Her smirk broadens, as her hands return to her hips.
Behind her, Flag Girl has finished squeezing her magnificent teen breasts into her bra, and is beginning to pull her panties up her long thighs. Glancing back to her, Ms. Americana nods in satisfaction, then turns back to you.
“Thanks once more,” she says. “We couldn’t have done it without you.” Then, assuming her sidekick will follow, she turns and strides towards the exit.
But behind her mistress’s curvy and well-presented, pneumatically jiggling back, just before Flag Girl’s panties finish their ascent up her thighs a little streamer of creamy ooze slips out of her pussy. Bent over, Flag Girl gasps softly at the sight, pausing briefly, her hands quivering through the swollen thigh-holes of her panties. Then, detaching her hands from them, she slips a finger up into her pussy, and comes back bearing a large dollop of your cum. Just a fraction of the lake that lies, hidden and secret, within her fertile teen hips. Rising her finger up to her lips, she laps it up, swallows… and then slowly smiles. “We certainly couldn’t…” the little teen heroine cooes, batting her lashes at you. Then, hands falling down, she swiftly pulls her skimpy panties back up into their proper place, arcing beautifully across her flawless round posterior. Then, kissing her gloved fingers, she blows her kiss to you across them, bats her lashes, and then, with one last smile, sets out in the wake of her oblivious mistress…
THE END – Congrats – you got nailed by Flag Girl and got a nice big fat reward from Ms. Americana. As endings go this one is pretty good, but there are ‘better’ ones (IMO) out there. Don’t be afraid to try again!
SECTION 0020
“Try to seduce Dragon Queen, and find out how to shut down the procedure safely,” you tell her.
Ms. Americana gasps, softly. Her hands holding her tray of tea tremble… as, down below, a little dollop of nervous moisture suddenly flows out of her exposed pussy. “I… I don’t know…” she whispers, biting her lip.
“She makes her lady minions dress like that for a reason,” you point out, mercilessly. “Use it against her!”
At the idea of hoisting her nemesis upon her own naughty petard the flood of lesbian butterflies fluttering through her flat sexy belly suddenly disperse to be replaced by a gooey warm glow. A confident smirk slowly spreads across Ms. Americana’s lips.
“Of course, citizen,” she purrs. And, with a confident wiggle in her buxom partially-exposed bottom, she struts forward.
At the loud clack-clack-clack of her servant’s high heels upon the steel floor, Dragon Queen looks up. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of the jiggling shake approaching, clearly visible through the large gaps in her minion’s straining robe, and her lips open in awe.
“Do… do I know you?” Dragon Queen asks, as her servant approaches.
“I am… new,” Ms. Americana assures her. Remembering her reports that Dragon Queen was involved in sex trafficking from the Russian Far East, she attempts a Slavic accent - badly. Fortunately, based on her awed gaze, Dragon Queen appears too distracted to care. “Fresh off boat.”
Almond-shaped eyes wide, Dragon Queen’s gaze dart downwards, and she licks her luscious lips. “Clearly,” she says, her gorgeous gaze fixed in awe upon Americana’s vast and barely-covered, naturally-jiggling breasts. “My agents must have searched half of Siberia to find the likes of you…”
Ms. Americana smirks slightly, despite herself. Though she can’t speak her thoughts aloud, the expression half-visible through her ninja cowl makes it obvious that the phrase ‘this is going to be easier than I thought’, or something much like it, is currently running through her decorative noggin.
“I brought tea for you, mistress,” Ms. Americana says. She hoists the little tray slightly, behind her gargantuan jiggling rack. Her smirk broadens. “But,” she purrs, “given your mood… perhaps there is other way I can serve?”
“That’s it,” you whisper, pouring honeyed words into her ear through her little microphone. “Get her right where you want her. Then she’ll be eating out of your hand.”
Awed, Dragon Queen takes another few seconds to gape up and down her newest and most buxom minion’s staggering body. Then, slowly, a deep smirk spreads across her gorgeous Asian features.
“Of course,” the wicked villainess coos. Reaching down, she tugs up the hem of her little qipao, revealing a well-trimmed bush and healthy pussy, both half visible beneath a tiny black lace panty. “Go onto your knees,” she purrs, “and show you can worship me, like the living Goddess I am!”
Ms. Americana stiffens. Beneath her mask her sultry smirk suddenly flattens into a strained, fixed smile, as the proud trembling heroine suddenly realizes what ‘seducing’ her enemy is likely to mean. But, with one last tremble through her buxom barely-covered curves, she realizes she has no choice.
“Yes, mistress,” the Queen of Justice whispers, demurely. Bowing her head, she drops to her knees, and daintily lays her tray aside. Then, crawling pneumatically up between Dragon Queen’s shapely outstretched legs, she settles down into her wiggling place between her feet, and delicately lifts her head. With one hand she slides a single finger up under Dragon Queen’s panties, and delicately tugs them aside, exposing the villainess’s naked drooling snatch. With the other, she tugs down the front of her mask, careful not to expose the second one she still has hidden underneath, unveiling her own lusciously thick and opulent red lips.
Then, at the last second, gaping in shock up into the villainess’s waiting drooling pussy, an attack of nerves suddenly wiggles its way through her fertile kneeling flesh.
“Citizen,” she hisses as softly as she can, slipping one finger stealthily up under her half-fallen hood to touch her choker-mike. “I… I have her exposed and helpless before me. Sh… should I attack?”
Before her waiting lips Dragon Queen’s tender labial folds quivered slightly, in waiting anticipation, and a little glistening dollop of moisture slid out to run down her sleek dusky thigh.
Feeling excitement trembling between your fingers, you find yourself able to make only one reply. “No!” you croak, barely able to speak through the anticipation surging through you. “The… uh…” your brain thrashes desperately for any excuse to watch the two voluptuous beauties service one another, and instantly alights on a convenient lie. “The, uh, computer indicates if you attack, monsters and gas will instantly be released. You… you have to make her want to give you the code… the only way you can!”
Ms. Americana swallows heavily, eyes still glued to Dragon Queen’s waiting pussy. Then, with a soft swallow, she briefly nods her pretty if remarkably gullible head. “Un… understood,” she whispers, and slowly withdraws her fingers from her throat.
“What are you waiting for, my minion?” Dragon Queen coos, from where she towers, smirking, high above her exceptionally curvy kneeling servant. Reaching down, she slips two long-nailed and painted fingers up into her pussy, and delicately spreads it wide before her unknown foe. “Have you not done this before?”
Ms. Americana breathes deep, huge occidental breasts heaving beneath her brief oriental robe. “Yes, mistress,” she lies, softly, eyes still glued to the villainess’s waiting slit. Her buxom hips wiggle, nervously, atop her heels. “I… I was just…” she whispers. She pauses briefly, licking her full lips, her throat suddenly dry. “Just… overwhelmed… by how beautiful it is.”
“Mmmm…” Dragon Queen purrs, smirk broadening as she soaks up the rote flattery. “A worthy excuse,” she admits. Her fingers spread a little wider, opening her waiting cunt even more before Americana’s awed and staring eyes. “But do not allow your awe to make your mistress too impatient!”
“Yes, my queen,” Ms. Americana whispers.
Lifting her head high, she extends her long glistening tongue out of her lips and slides it delicately up into Dragon Queen’s waiting slit. “Mmmm!” Dragon Queen purrs, quivering with delight, as her rival’s moist organ starts to wiggle and squirm between her pussy lips. She withdraws her painted fingers from her cunt, allowing it to close tight around Americana’s tongue. Rising up to her head, she strokes them around her chin and purrs with pleasure.
Trapped between her enemy’s legs Ms. Americana whimpers slightly, her buxom hips quivering beneath her brief robe… and does her best to worship her wicked pussy. Her tongue, quivering hesitantly with the unfamiliar taste of evil cunt, slides and bats delicately within Dragon Queen’s taut slick lips. She thrusts in as deep as she can, while her plush lips kiss at Dragon Queen’s moist labial exterior. Then, extracting to just the tip, she repeatedly swirls and laps her tongue up and around the evil villainess’s erect and delicate little clitoris. Shuddering with delight, Dragon Queen sighs and coos with pleasure. Then, closing her lips tight, Ms. Americana begins to suck, hard, upon her nemesis’s clitoris, her luscious red petals pulsing against her as if she is trying to slurp juices up out of a straw.
“Oooh,” Dragon Queen sighs, as she got her little clit worshipped by her rival’s full and luscious lips. Her head rolls, and her naughty lips smile broadly. “Mmm… more of that… please!”
Between her thighs, Ms. Americana whimpers, softly, and her blush deepens. But, left with no choice, she dutifully quickens her pace. Her tongue swirling energetically, she bats and laps it repeatedly around the villainess’s clitoris, in between dives back up inside her quivering lips, and sucking slurps upon her clit. Pouring as much worshipful energy as possible into her delicate tongue-work, the Queen of Justice does her upmost to please her trembling rival.
By way of reward, Dragon Queen reaches down and places both long-nailed hands gingerly upon her beautiful servant’s black-cowled and delicately bobbing head.
“Good…” she purrs, her broad and fertile hips thrusting back ever so slightly into her rival’s swirling tongue. “But I sense… hesitancy…” she purrs, as the delicious tongue between her nether lips quivers, almost fearfully, upon her mighty evil clit. “And inexperience…” Slowly, the dark villainess’s lips twist up into a broad sneer. “Here,” she coos, “let me give you… encouragement.” And, tightening her grip upon the back of her pretty head, Dragon Queen suddenly yanks Americana’s noggin tight up in between her thighs, while thrusting her own muff down, furiously, into the disguised heroine’s lovely whimpering face.
Underneath her mask, Ms. Americana’s eyes grow wide as she is crushed up into her enemy’s stank. Yet, she can react only one way. Trembling upon her knees, juices leaking from own bare pussy, she sets about thrusting and slurping and sucking with as wild abandon as she can manage into Dragon Queen’s pussy, desperately seeking to make the voluptuous villainess cum. Yet, though she gives it her all, and causes Dragon Queen to quiver and gasp with pleasure as she towers above her, such was her inexperience in the ways of the pleasure slave that she can no more force her enemy over the edge and into climax than a toy car could force a mighty sports cruiser to plummet off the highway and into a sopping ditch.
“Mmmm,” Dragon Queen purrs as, still miles away from orgasm, she nevertheless enjoyed with relish the swirling and servile pleasures being delivered between her moist and quivering lower lips. For several minutes, gasping and sighing softly in the little lab, the voluptuous villainess squirms and moans as the lapping tongue of the servile super-heroine trapped between her thighs continuously seeks to give her pleasure. Finally, with a tiny shiver, and a little gasp against her shoulder, the cutest and most pathetic orgasm ever trembles through the Asian mistress’s sleek and towering curves. Ms. Americana whimpers, eyes blinking wide into her rival’s pubes, as from Dragon Queen’s quivering pussy a little splash of moisture explodes down to shower across her cowled face. But, meager as it is, the minor climax is still enough to draw a patronizing smile across her broad and evil lips.
“That’s good,” she purrs, down to the sighing and silenced, swirling super-tongue between her pussy lips. “Here… why don’t I give you a little treat?”
Reaching out a trembling hand, Dragon Queen hits a button upon her console. From the front edge, below the keyboard, a little metal drawer purrs as it withdraws. It is about two feet long, and six inches deep. Feeling Dragon Queen’s other hand relax and then withdraw from behind her head, Ms. Americana senses she is being allowed out. Giving Dragon Queen’s dripping post-orgasmic pussy one last swirling lap with her tongue, she withdraws and, her own face moist and gasping, cranes her head up curiously over her ‘mistress’s’ thigh and gapes down inside.
Within the little drawer, stretching from one end to the other and in a perfectly fitted compartment as if it is mint in the box, is an immense double-ended strap-on. One end, the end inside the harness, is a satisfying yet reasonable eight inches long, molded into a near-perfect facsimile of a circumcised male penis. The business end, stretching out well in excess of twelve inches and monstrously thick to match, is covered in so many bizarre nodules and hoods it looked like the penis of some sort of monstrous alien beast.
Ms. Americana gapes in disbelief, her lips dropping open and quivering wide. Seeing the awed look upon her minion’s lips beneath her cowl, Dragon Queen smirks. Reaching out a hand, she strokes her fingers down the huge beast with relish.
“It excites you, doesn’t it?” she asks her buxom kneeling servant. She traces a single painted nail around the very tip, and grins. “Makes you horny, to give your mistress pleasure and be shown utter domination, at the same time?”
Ms. Americana takes a deep breath, her eyes wide. Yet, her buxom body squirming beneath her little robe, juices leaking from her own bare pussy down between her mighty kneeling thighs, she can see no alternative. “Yes, mistress,” she says softly, eyes still tracing back and forth across the huge double-dildo in disbelief.
“Good,” Dragon Queen purrs. With an exaggeratedly dainty motion she withdraws her long-nailed hand, and stabs a single finger down onto another button. Across the room, a long panel slides out from beneath the floor, and a bed slowly rises up to waist height, identical to and just beside Flag Girl’s. “Then go, and assume the position.”
Ms. Americana takes another deep breath, her huge bare breasts visibly jiggling and jostling, with all their silky ponderous weight, beneath her barely-clasped little robe. Through the thin silk fabric her large nipples, tenting out slightly, are clearly visible at the tips of her heaving bosom. “Yes, mistress,” she finally says again, licking her moist lips nervously.
With the grace of a mighty heroine, or a dancer, Ms. Americana’s lithe yet spectacularly curvy body slowly rises to its feet. Turning, she struts away, elegantly, towards the waiting bed. And as she does so she hastily slips a hand up under her dark cowl, and with a desperate yet hushed whisper, calls out to you through her choker.
“Citizen!” she hisses, voice trembling with shock. “If… if she fucks me with that huge thing, I’ll be devastated. You… you have to find a way out for me! Is it safe to attack?!”
Yet once more, you find the aching excitement in your pants will not permit you to answer truthfully. You swallow, suddenly realizing your mouth is bone dry. Your mind, of its own accord, races for and finds an answer.
“No,” you hear yourself say, almost as if listening to a recited script. “You… you must do it, Ms. Americana. You have no choice!”
“But…” she gasps, her voice trembling in fear… as, from beneath the swaying hem of her tiny robe, trickling juices flow out of her imperiled pussy and slide glistening down the interior of her mighty thighs.
“No buts!” you say, cutting her off, admiring hers as it sways and jiggles beneath her robe. “Your super-pussy can handle it, Americana. I have faith in you! And, once you have worn her out and exhausted her, you will find her utterly compliant and willing to tell you what you need to know!”
At this, Ms. Americana lets out a soft gasp. And then, at last, faintly visible beneath her dark mask, her luscious lips once more twist into a confident smirk. “You’re right, citizen,” she whispers. “I’m a super-heroine. I’m sure to emerge triumphant!”
Withdrawing her hand from her hood, Ms. Americana turns around and, gingerly, slides her buxom naked buns up and onto the cold steel bed. Eager to conceal any clue to her secret identity, alongside all her other instincts towards modesty, Ms. Americana keeps a hand on her waist,holding the robe closed, as she slides over and lays herself out upon the bed.
Not one to waste time, as her huge-breasted minion strutted and silently whispered Dragon Queen was busy extracting and buckling on the strap-on. Now, gasping softly, she slowly pulls the final strap tight across her own buxom bare hip, pulling the eight-inch inner dildo deep and locking it tight inside her juicy quivering pussy. Then, sauntering forward, the huge business end of the strap-on bobbing and swaying like a bowsprit before her, she comes to stand at the foot of Americana’s bed, and smirks down at her.
“Spread,” she says.
Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, slowly, she obeys. Her long leg separate, lift, and then arc far out to either side, opening up like parting curtains of a stage to expose her own glistening drooling pussy to Dragon Queen’s leering gaze. As her thighs spread they pull the robe open so that, soon, it starts to come apart entirely around her. Holding it desperately closed over her waist, Americana cannot stop it from spilling out everywhere else. Her huge tits are soon protruding through the open top of her robe, their extended nipples dancing in little spirals and wobbling circles before Dragon Queen’s evil leer.
Grinning eagerly, huge strap-on bobbing menacingly before her, Dragon Queen climbs up onto the bed and puts her hands on Americana’s shoulders. Her buxom well-rounded hips wiggling deliciously, she gently probes forward with her enormous unit until the tip nudges blindly through Americana’s leaking, helpless nether lips – drawing a deep gasp from the disguised, recumbent heroine.
“Ready?” Dragon Queen coos, as her fingers coil tightly enough around her servants shoulders to press her painted nails painfully into her silky skin.
Americana shivers, and whimpers softly. She cannot help herself. Her silky ultra-buxom body trembling in anticipation, she slowly opens her mighty thighs wider, giving Dragon Queen easier access to her helpless cunt. Her arms reach up and clutch the top of the bed, propping herself firmly in the line of fire.
“Yes,” she whispers, softly.
“Good!” Dragon Queen laughs. And, with a delighted cackle, she suddenly slams her voluptuous hips home hard, driving the humongous strap-on deep into Americana’s defenseless cunt.
“Oh! Great JUSSSTICCCCEE!!!” Americana squeals, her head shooting back and her jaw dropping open in awe as, as if in imitation of her upper lips, her lower ones are blasted wide apart and a gargantuan length of thick knobby brutal cock slams its way up into her tender slit.
“What was that?” Dragon Queen purrs, as she grinds her huge strap-on in the deepest depths of Ms. Americana’s pussy.
Shuddering in awe around the huge beast dominating her tender interior, Ms. Americana licks her lips and blushes slightly, as she realizes her mistake. “I… I mean…” she whimpers, struggling to get words out of her quivering upper lips as her lower ones get massacred, “I mean… please do justice to my pussy… mistress…” she finally begs, as drooling juices of eager and ravaged lust pour from her absurdly impaled slit.
Dragon Queen’s lips turn up into a devious smile. “Of course, my minion,” she purrs. And, as requested, begins to slam away brutally, her own curvy voluptuous hips pumping vigorously, as she slams her huge plastic meat back and forth through Americana’s lower gates.
“OH! Oh, God! Oh, GODDESS!!!” Americana moans, her eyes rolling in her hooded skull, as she gets fucked. Hard.
“Are you liking this, my pet?” Dragon Queen purrs, stroking her minion’s shuddering, black-clad head like that of a devoted slave.
As they fuck, the heroine and the villainess’s voluptuous bodies sink deeply into one another. Their sleek sexy bellies, coated with a faint sheen of sweat, rub and caress delicately together as Dragon Queen’s huge beast slams and slides devastatingly within Americana’s quivering cunt. Dragon Queen’s large breasts, meanwhile, come to rest jiggling atop Americana’s enormous pair, her delicate extended nipples waving back and forth before the mighty heroine’s awed face. Americana’s lips hang agape, staring at them… and trembling, slightly, ever time Dragon Queen’s massive shot slams cruel and hard into the deepest depths of her cunt.
“Y…ye…YES!” she finally moans. Then, unable to help herself, she thrusts forth her gorgeous head and, extending her luscious lips and glistening tongue out from beneath the dark hood of her cowl, begins to worshipfully slurp and kiss and lap in little reverent circles about her ‘mistress’s’ delicate rounded tips. Her legs spread even wider, as if begging for more savage punishment from Dragon Queen’s immense knobby dildo.
“Excellent,” the dark villainess purrs. A huge grin spreads across her dark, sweaty face, as she pounds and pounds brutally up her minion’s squirting tight channel. The smaller interior end of the dildo ensures that she gets plenty of pleasure herself, and her juices leak down between her thighs to mix with Americana’s at the base of the latter’s bulbous, bouncing bubble-shaped ass. Reaching down, she eagerly groped and stroked her minion’s gargantuan boobies, caressing and scraping at her tender jiggling flesh teasingly with her long painted nails. “Now be a dear,” she purrs, “and put your hands a little wider, and lift those feet up.”
Withdrawing her drooling lips from her ‘mistress’s’ tits, Americana blinks up in surprise and confusion from beneath the edge of her cowl. “Wh-why?” she asks softly, her head having a hard time even focusing on the request as her brain gets pounded to mush by the huge stir-stick ravaging her tender boiling channel.
Dragon Queen’s indulgent smirk darkens into a glare. “Have you forgotten your place, slave?!” she asks, indignantly and, as if to drive her point home, pulls out to just the tip and then slams in an exceptionally hard and brutal stroke. Ms. Americana’s pussy quivers in ravaged awe, and her jaw drops open as her eyes spread wide.
“No… NO, MISTRESS!” she moans. And, mighty muscles moving automatically, she immediately shifts her hands over until they clutch tight to the corners of the narrow bed, clinging on for dear life as another devastating thrust lands deep inside her, and then another, and then another. Her trembling legs, meanwhile, lift up obediently until her slender ankles are pressed to the side of the bed at its lower corners, also trembling under each and every deep stroke.
“Gooood…” Dragon Queen purrs, pumping merrily away. Then, reaching around the side of the bed, she taps a button.
Instantly, solid steel restraints shoot out of the sides of the bed and encase Ms. Americana’s wrists and ankles. The mighty heroine gasps deeply, in shock.
“Wh-WHAT?!” her voice booms, for the first time in a while carrying the shocked and stentorian bellow of an outraged super-heroine.
But it is too late for her.
“Surprise, bitch!” Dragon Queen cackles. “Or… should I say… Miss Ameri-bitch?” she sneers.
Held wide and trembling in devastated awe beneath the continuous savage pounding of Dragon Queen’s dildo, Americana can but gape wide in horror as the sneering villainess tears off her cowl as well and casts it aside, leaving the heroine’s gorgeous and star-spangled face gaping in disbelief up at her as she pounds her hard into the bed.
“Oh, Goddess! Oh, GODDESS!” Americana moans, her exposed head gaping up into Dragon Queen’s glittering evil sneer in quivering dismay. “H-how… how long have you KNOWN?!” she wails, her body quivering helplessly as yet another brutal stroke sinks home.
“Since the moment I saw the jiggle of those gigantic tits, you whore!” Dragon Queen cackles, delightedly slamming away inside her utterly exposed and now utterly defenseless rival.
But Dragon Queen is not done yet. Even as she stirs and slams and savagely shoves her massive weapon inside the Queen of Justice’s defenseless slit, her long-nailed finger slides with exultant pleasure over to another button on the side of the bed, and presses it as well.
Instantly, several things happen. With a crack and a hiss, the mask covering Flag Girl’s pretty slumbering face cracks open, gas billowing from it, and retracts. The shapely blonde sidekick stirs and gasps, her lovely blue eyes blinking wide in sleepy confusion, as she awakes from her ripening slumber. As Americana ate pussy and got fucked, the last few minutes her sidekick had left ticked away. The delicate pink nipples that tip her large yet flawless teen breasts are painfully erect, and fluids pour in shining rivers from her pussy, as the horny teen’s voluptuous body whimpers and trembles with its deep and aching needs.
Meanwhile, upon the wall, with another rush and hiss the huge glass tube encasing Dragon Queen’s mutant slides down into the floor. Groaning, the gargantuan purple stud stumbles forth turning its head.
“Oh… oh my God!” Ms. Americana moans, her gorgeous head turned, gaping at the unfolding tableaux in shock.
Yet, there is nothing she can do… save shiver under the deep pounding of Dragon Queen’s triumphant strap-on, and watch, as the huge purple beast stumbles up to stand at the foot of Flag Girl’s bed. Eyes still blinking clear of sleep, the pretty teen gasps up at it in brief shock. Her eyes, wide with wonder, slowly travel down its massive muscular body… and linger, spreading wide, as they behold its immense eighteen-inch purple cock, throbbing and ready above the bed. Her eyes linger, and her pink lips tremble in awe. Then, slowly, blinking with wonder, Flag Girls’ pretty gaze rises back up and looks once more at his face.
She lets out a tiny whimper, and a squirm of nervous discomfort runs through her supple, silky-smooth teen body. Then, slowly, Flag Girl lifts her long and sleek legs high… and slowly, deliberately spreads them wide. Propping her voluptuous young hips up with her hands, her perfect young pussy hanging open slightly and drooling with invitation, Flag Girl’s eyes blink up hopefully at the evil mutant, shining with adoring love.
Head falling back, the great and throbbing purple mutant lets out a hoot of pleasure. Then, crawling up into bed with the eager and willing teen heroine, it spreads her luscious legs a little wider, presses the tip of its enormous penis to her drooling pussy, and then slams brutally down inside.
“Oh… YESSSS!” Flag Girl squeals, head shooting back in awe, as a pile-driver of a penis slams deep inside her and begins to brutally annihilate her pliant, fertile teen pussy.
“Oh… NO!!!” Ms. Americana moans, eyes gaping in shock as, from beneath Dragon Queen’s cackling and eagerly rutting body, she can only watch helplessly as her sidekick gets ruined and despoiled for all time.
You too can only watch, helplessly, unable to look away, as for the better part of an hour the two heroines get fucked side by side. Unbound, Flag Girl makes eager love to her massive paramour, wrapping her thighs around him and gasping in awe, clawing at his back and begging for more as he savagely conquers the deepest depths of her pussy. Americana cannot help but watch, her own buxom body shuddering repeatedly with helpless orgasm as her sidekick gets defiled before her eyes. Finally, with a great bestial roar, the massive purple monster slams in hard and, huge mutant balls hanging down and pulsing gleefully outside her wide-spread teen slit, unleashes its potent load deep into Flag Girl’s womb. Shuddering with pleasure, Flag Girl squeals and screams as the feeling of her conquest makes her cum… and beside her, slammed into savagely by Dragon Queen’s dildo, Americana cannot help but do the same.
Afterwards, Dragon Queen slides her long glistening instrument out of Americana’s dripping ravaged pussy, and peels herself off of her. The sprawled buxom heroine is left exhausted and broken, her naked curves trembling helplessly upon the table. Having come more than a few times herself, Dragon Queen lets out a soft sigh as she unbuckles and extracts the inner dildo, and discards the well-used strap-on at the foot of the bed, beneath conquered Americana’s chained and twitching feet.
Wandering over with a rolling and deeply satisfied strut, Dragon Queen takes a position standing over the head of Flag Girl’s bed. The little sidekick gasps softly, her own exhausted body squirming languidly upon her bed of conquest, pearly cum leaking from her tender gaping pussy. Already, mere minutes after her conquest, the thoroughly ripened blonde’s flat belly is starting to swell, and her already ample teen breasts to swell, as her mutant spawn stirs inside her. Gasping softly, Flag Girl stares up in awe at Dragon Queen’s muff, hovering just above her. Then, without being asked, sighing with pleasure, the tender impregnated teen lifts her pretty head and, supple young lips quivering, begins to deftly apply her tongue and mouth to giving her female conqueror pleasure.
“Mmmm,” Dragon Queen purrs, trembling with delight and a huge smirk upon her lips, as she enjoys the lapping service of the conquered heroine.
But Flag Girl is not the only heroine giving oral pleasure. After finishing inside the little teen, the hulking mutant has gone on to begin sniffing around her bustier mentor. Previously stunned and lost in the ocean of her own post-orgasmic exhaustion, Brenda moans as her head is suddenly seized and lifted. She shrieks… and moments later, her attempts at objection are silenced. Her blue eyes, blinking wide, turn down from beneath the huge purple fingers clutching her hair to stare in disbelief at the huge veiny purple schlong being pressed between her lips.
“Aww, don’t take it so hard,” Dragon Queen purrs, one hand now down in Flag Girl’s hair to keep the eager teen’s head bobbing and lapping dutifully between her legs. A moment later, with a loud hoot, the Queen of Justice is given no choice, and she moans, her naked and buxom body trembling helplessly in its steel bonds, as the huge mutant slams its massive tool deep down her throat and begins pounding her face. “He’s just looking for another playmate,” Dragon Queen cackles. “Be a dear, and suck him hard again would you?”
Americana bleats in shock. But she doesn’t have a choice. As the mutant’s huge cock surges down her throat, even as she gurgles and chokes, her sleek naked body trembling pathetically, she begins, helpless and desperately to suck. Hooting with pleasure and his long tool hardening rapidly, the mutant reaches out and seizes hold of her huge breasts, and using them as delightful hand-holds, slams vigorously and repeatedly in and out of her helpless gullet. Knowing she is sucking him back to life just to make it easier for him to conquer her pussy as well, Ms. Americana still cannot help herself. Eyes blinking wide, whimpering in shock, she nevertheless sucks and slurps furiously on his huge member, preparing it with lovingly attentive detail for the demolition of her already ravaged cunt.
“Thank you, Americana,” Dragon Queen purrs, as the sounds of the proud heroine helplessly slurping and sucking fill the room. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Then she turns, and looks right up at you. “And that goes double for you,” she coos, her beautiful yet wicked almond-shaped eyes glittering straight up into your gaze. Her smirk broadens as, between her sleek spread thighs, Flag Girl’s tongue continues to dance and play inside her delighted cunt. “But I’m afraid your show is over,” she says.
Reaching down, she presses a button on the back of the bed. Moments later, the screen goes dark.
THE END. – Sorry, might have gotten a little carried away with that one. : ) If you are still eager for interaction after that long non-interactive segment, go back and try again.
SECTION 0021
“That fight got me hot,” you admit. “But I didn’t quite finish. Can you put your hand down your panties and stroke yourself until I cum?”
Americana’s jaw drops. “Y-you’re masturbating?!” she gasps. “To the sight of my noble struggle?!!”
“Well, duh, bitch,” you say. “What did you expect, dressing like that?”
For a moment, Ms. Americana can but stand there and shiver – making her liberated breasts jiggle back and forth quite delightfully. Then her face twists into a scowl behind her mask. “Flag Girl can wait a few more minutes,” she says. “Hold on and stay put, Citizen.”
“What?” you say. But before the words have even left your mouth the busty super-heroine has already sprinted off camera.
For a minute or two you can but sit there confused. Your brain, distracted by swirling sex chemicals, cannot quite figure what is going on. Besides, you have such a massive hard-on you doubt you could manage to squeeze it back into your pants. Suddenly, the door of the hotel room flies open, and Ms. Americana’s giant bare breasts surge through it. They are followed moments later by the rest of her… probably, though your eyes are in no way able to confirm this.
“Woah,” you say, gaping in awe as the giant pair of tits comes to jiggle titanically over the top of the laptop.
“Here’s what I think of your suggestion,” Ms. Americana says.
Ms. Americana doesn’t even give you the dignity of a punch. Instead, she gives you an open-palm slap, like an offended dame in an old movie, right across your cheek. Only, powered by her belt, Ms. Americana’s slap strikes you so hard it sends your view spinning to one side until you are looking over your shoulder, and you can feel spittle flying out of your gaping lips. Then, while you are still reeling, she follows up with the punch. You don’t see it coming. All you feel is a sudden comet hurtling into your belly, in the form of her almighty uppercut. It picks you up bodily out of your seat, and sends you hurtling backwards.
You land with a loud ‘WHUMP!’ on the bed. The force of the blow has jerked your open pants down your legs, and they now lie wrapped around your ankles. Your naked dick sticks up in the air in front of you. Standing beside the desk, with her hands on her buxom hips, Ms. Americana gives it a contemptuous look.
“Let that be a lesson to you, you filthy pervert,” she hisses, as she scoops up the laptop. Then, whirling, she marches out. You get one last look at her gloriously rounded ass, swaying high and wide in her tiny panties, before your lights fade and everything goes dark.
SECTION 0022
“Fight like a super-heroine!” you say. “Uphold your honor, and you are sure to triumph!”
Despite her predicament, a smug smirk slowly spreads across Ms. Americana’s lips.
“You are right, Citizen!” she purrs, standing tall before her foe. “Superior women such as I are always sure to triumph. I have but to uphold my principles and-“
Suddenly, the Aberration seizes her head and slams it down onto his knee. Ms. Americana cries out in shock, her whole body wiggling. Then, seizing hold of her, the grinning Aberration pounds her over and over again in her face. Ms. Americana trembles and whimpers helplessly, her big ass shaking, under each blow. Finally, keeping a tight grip upon her head, the Aberration withdraws his fist. Her face is left a bruised and battered ruin of its former glory, tears leaking down it.
Grinning, he holds her up in front of him. “Got any fight left in you, bitch?” he asks.
Whimpering, Ms. Americana stifles a sob. “No…” she says, softly.
“Good,” he purrs. Putting a hand on her head, he shoves her to her knees. “Then suck.”
Whipping out his gigantic green cock, the Aberration presses it to her lips. Ms. Americana whimpers in shock, her eyes blinking down at his gargantuan length and girth in disbelief. Then, with a soft whimper, she obediently spreads her lips wide. The Aberration chuckles. Then he turns his head up, and looks straight into the camera.
“Thanks, punk,” he purrs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Grinning, he pounds his hips forward. Ms. Americana moans loudly as a huge length of thick throbbing mutant cock shoves its way deep down her throat. Already, behind her, a snickering ninja is binding her wrists together, rendering her helpless. Unable to do anything else, with a soft sigh the Queen of Justice bows her head and begins worshipfully and obediently sucking her foe’s penis.
Moments later, the screen goes dark. You have failed Ms. Americana.
SECTION 0023
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that Americana,” you say.
“What?” she gasps, shocked. “Why?”
“Because,” you purr, smirking, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to promise to be my lover first.”
“What?!” she says. Her voluptuous bottom wiggles in shock at the very idea.
“I want daily blowjobs,” you tell her, enjoying the sight of her buxom curves quivering in outrage upon your screen. “And sex – when and where I want it. And guaranteed backdoor action. Or else you never get to rescue your sidekick.”
For a few seconds, Ms. Americana’s face trembles in shock. Then, slowly, it twists into an indignant snarl. “I’m sorry, citizen,” she hisses. “I realize now my trust in you was misplaced.”
Realizing you’ve over-played your hand, your heart suddenly thumps in your chest. “Okay,” you say, breaking out in a flop sweat. “Forget the sex. And the anal. Just the blowjobs. One a week, and then…”
“No,” she says, firmly. “I’ll find another way to rescue my sidekick. And you’d better hope I never see you again.”
“Alright, alright,” you say, desperately. “Just a handjob. I’ll do whatever you want, babe, just-“
“Computer!” she barks, talking over your pathetic pleadings. “Cut feed!”
Your screen goes dark. You dipshit.
SECTION 0024
“Suck his dick,” you say. You hear her make a soft gasp, of shock. “Suck it now!” you command, fiercely, before she can object.
Within her cowl Americana’s eyes slowly drop down and stare at his raging package. Her eyes widen, quivering in awe. “Yes…” she whispers. She licks her lips. “Yes, you may be right…”
At her indecision, the Aberration’s eyes narrow. “Well, bitch?” he asks.
Ms. Americana breathes deep. “Please, master, may I…” she starts. Squirming, she toys with the hem of her robe, twirling it between her fingers. “Suck your cock?” she finally asks.
Suspicion instantly vanishes off the Aberration’s face, to be replaced by a huge grin.
“Suuuure,” he says. “Kneel.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. A shudder runs through her body, beneath the brief robe, and a dollop of slime oozes out of her pussy. “Of… of course,” she whispers.
Slowly, the buxom beauty sinks to her knees. Gracefully, she sets down the tray of tea beside her. Then, folding her hands atop her thighs, before her naked pussy, she squirms… her beautiful, gaping face directly before his speedo. Grinning, the Aberration slowly peels down his briefs and pulls out his gargantuan green cock. Her breath quickening, Ms. Americana wiggles atop her fertile jiggling hindquarters, and then licks her lips.
“What are you waiting for?” the Aberration asks. “Suck.”
“Yes… yes master,” Ms. Americana whispers. Another dollop of moisture slides out of her pussy. Lifting up on her gloriously buxom haunches, she slowly extends her tongue. Looking up into his eyes, she slowly caresses her tongue around his tip. Slowly, she draws her tongue back and gapes at his glistening tip in awe. “Oh… Goddess…” she whispers. “So big…” Then, with a hungry sigh, she lifts her gorgeous face back up and begins pressing kiss after kiss to his huge cock. Her lips, coated in her slobber, wrap and quiver and smooch around his massive shaft again and again and, in between swirlings of her tongue, soon have him glistening from base to tip with her spittle. Then, with a deep sigh, she wraps her lips all the way around him and begins sucking his dick in earnest.
“Awww… yeahhhh…” the Aberration purrs, head rolling on his shoulders, as pure heaven slurps worshipfully up and down the first several inches of his cock. Chuckling, he reaches down and wraps his hand around the back of her head. “That’s good… slut…” he says. “But a ninja… should learn… to go… deeper.” Hand tightening on the back of her head, he shoves his hips into her.
“Mmpgh!” Ms. Americana moans, her eyes blinking down in shock. But it is far, far too late to back out now. Her throat bulges, and her over-strained lips quiver and spread so wide they nearly vanish, as his monstrous cock forces its way deeper and deeper down her gullet.
“Oh… yeah! Oh, yeah!” the Aberration laughs, cackling gleefully, as he pounds his long cock furiously in and out of Ms. Americana’s throat. “Here it comes, bitch! Take it deep!” Slamming into her all the way to the hilt, he roars with fury and unleashes a massive torrent of semen deep down her throat. His huge dick pulses again and again, as it unleashes blast after blast of cum down inside her. Ms. Americana moans and gurgles, but other than squirming fleshily upon her haunches she can do nothing but keep her straining lips open wide and swallow every drop. Finally, with a deep, satisfied sigh the Aberration retracts his limp tool from her ravaged gullet, and steps back.
“Thanks, bitch,” he purrs.
Cum running in rivulets down her chin, Ms. Americana gets shakily back to her feet. “Don’t mention it,” she says. Her body squirms under her robe. “Have I satisfied you, master?” she asks.
The Aberration smirks. “Nah,” he says. Reaching down, he strokes his cock. Helped by the superhuman size of his balls, it begins to swell again rapidly, lifting up before the stunned and gaping black-clad beauty before him. “Soon as I’m ready,” he says, “I’m gonna hollow out your asshole till they could use it like a telescope. Now, c’mere, and give me a kiss first.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, slowly, she smirks. “Of course, sir,” she says.
Stepping up close, she lets him coil an arm around her buxom hip, and lets him grab her huge ass. His fingers creeping up under her robe, he strokes her massive shapely ass with eager anticipation. “Gimme some sugar, baby,” he purrs, down into her gorgeous cowled face.
“Yes master,” Ms. Americana purrs and, swinging her fist up sharply, delivers a ferocious sucker punch to the underside of his chin.
With a startled screech, the Aberration releases her and stumbles back in shock. His bell rung, his tusked head briefly wobbles upon his massive shoulders, dazed. Before he can recover, with a ferocious and gleeful cry, Ms. Americana sends her foot hurtling up between his legs and delivers a vengeful wrecking-ball-like strike to the gigantic swaying green balls that hang, defenseless, just beneath his glistening and recently re-erected penis. Folding up around her triumphant foot the Aberration whimpers, slides off, and lies still.
“Let that be a lesson to you, punk,” Ms. Americana coos. Then, picking up her tray once more, with one hand elegantly upon her buxom hip, she saunters past his groaning sprawled form and through the door he so ineffectually guarded. “When a super-heroine bestows you with her pleasures… don’t get greedy!” The door wooshes shut behind her buxom, barely-covered ass.
Within she waits, impatiently, hips swaying back and forth beneath her tiny pussy-exposing robe, as the airlock cycles. Then she gasps, her eyes opening wide.
Before her lies Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. The woman herself stands to one side, punching buttons on a huge console, as yet oblivious to the entrance of yet another of her meek servants. Behind her, strapped to a table, lies Flag Girl. A gas mask covering her face, hooked up to fiendish pumping hoses, steadily doses her with the gas that is preparing her supple teen body for impregnation. Based on the tenting of her delicate nipples and the glistening of her blonde pussy, she only has minutes before she is completely ripe and ready. Behind her, in a huge glass case, towers the enormous purple mutant with whom she is presumably intended to breed. A gargantuan purple phallus over eighteen inches long dangles between his legs. Ms. Americana gasps at it in shock, her body trembling beneath her inadequate robe. Then, getting her mind back on her mission, she darts to one side and lifts her hand to her choker.
“Citizen!” she hisses. “I’m in. But, even if I defeat Dragon Queen and her mutant, I’m not sure if I can figure out how to stop the machines in time. If I don’t get it right, Flag Girl could become a completely brainless cock-craving slut… forever! What… what should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to creep up on Dragon Queen and take her out from behind, go to section 19.
To hit her with the most obvious come-back in super-heroine history, go to section 50.
SECTION 0025
“Give him a kiss,” you say. “P-preferably just on his cheek. Preserve your precious heroinely virtue!”
Ms. Americana licks her lips and then holds her head high. “Right, Citizen!” she hisses, and then withdraws her hand from her microphone. “Alright,” she says up to the waiting criminal. “I am prepared to offer you a kiss.”
Slowly, the Aberration raises a brow. “Really…” he says, slowly.
“Yes,” she says. She bows slightly. “It is a great honor.”
The Aberration smirks. “The feeling is mutual,” he purrs. “Now, pucker up.”
“Yes, sir,” Ms. Americana says. Leaning forward, she closes her eyes, purses her lips. Voluptuous bottom wiggling and hanging out the back of her robe, she prepares herself to feel his tongue sliding down her throat.
‘POW!’ Like a crashing jet liner the Aberration’s fist collides with Ms. Americana’s puckered lips. With a loud wail her buxom body lifts up in the air and thuds back down onto her ass several feet away. Her tray goes flying, her cups smashing all over the room. As she lands her long muscular legs sprawl forth, spread wide. Her tiny robe pops apart and lands spread wide, exposing her entirely.
Cracking his knuckles and chuckling, the Aberration slowly comes forward to stand above the stunned, sprawled, and utterly exposed super-heroine. “Thought so,” he purred. “I’d recognize that arrogant tone anywhere.” Reaching down he yanks down his leather speedo, letting his gigantic green penis slide out, thick and ready.
Coming down onto his knees between her legs, the Aberration uses one hand to hold his dick ready and the other to seize and tear away her belt. Still dazed, Ms. Americana makes only a tiny moan as her powers vanish. Coming down onto all fours, the Aberration takes her in his arms and presses the tip of his giant cock to her pussy. That, finally, makes her gasp deeply and open her eyes wide.
“Hello, Ms. Americana,” the Aberration chuckles down into her baby blue eyes. “Long time no see.” Then, with one hand on her buxom newly-bared hip, he slams his dick deep up inside her.
Still dazed and disoriented, the Queen of Justice moans in pain and awe as his huge cock sinks into her. In her disorientation, she wraps her arms around him and pulls herself up fully into his embrace. The Aberration chuckles. Then he begins fucking her, furiously.
For the next hour you get the honor of seeing Ms. Americana get fucked in every possible position and every possible hole. You hear her moan and watch her shudder as the Aberration pounds her from behind, his fingers wrapped around her buxom hips. You hear her scream and watch her entire body tremble in awe, as his gargantuan penis demolishes her arresting ass. You hear her sigh and watch her squirm in languid awe as, fucking her hard up against the wall beside the very door she had tried to enter, the Aberration unleashes a massive gout of semen up into her unprotected womb. Then another, and another.
Finally, after an hour of sweaty sex, Ms. Americana stands in the doorway of Dragon Queen’s base, clutching tight to the Aberration’s body for support. Stroking his smirking head, she slowly lifts her gorgeous head high, while Dragon Queen’s ninjas stand around and film. “Thank you,” she whispers into the Aberration’s lips. “I didn’t know how much I could love being treated like a dirty slut… until today.” Pulling his head down to her, she gives him the longest, sweetest, and most adoring kiss she’s ever given any man in her life.
Afterwards, the Aberration pulls back, his face decorated with the print of her lips , and grins. “Thanks, bitch,” he says. Then, he moves around to stand behind her. Her hands have long since been bound, for safekeeping. “Now, let me show what I think of you.” Like he is drop-kicking a football, the Aberration swings his foot up and slams it into Ms. Americana’s gigantic, flawlessly rounded and inviting ass. Lifted high in the air, Ms. Americana squeals as she arcs across the sky, and lands in a thudding sprawl of limbs and cum in a heap of garbage across the street. “And stay out, bitch!” the Aberration laughs, before slamming the door behind him.
Out in the alley, Ms. Americana moans… and gradually loses consciousness. Moments later, as Dragon Queen’s security finally catches up with the hack, your feed goes dark, ending the show.
SECTION 0026
“Lookout behind you!” you say.
With a loud gasp, Ms. Americana whirls around, her eyes wide in expectation of some even greater foe. But as soon as she does so her jaw drops as all she sees is empty wall.
“Psych!” you laugh. Moments later Ms. Americana squeals as the great colossus charges down upon her unguarded backside like a tsunami upon a small beach pebble. She gasps and squirms but cannot defend herself as, within seconds, her belt is ripped away and her buxom body seized. Hooting forth with pleasure the gargantuan purple mutant easily forces its de-powered human foe to its knees and, lifting up its immense cock, presses it up against her anus.
Ms. Americana’s jaw drops in shock, as she realizes what is about to happen to her. Despite her struggles and squirms Ms. Americana can do nothing to defend herself. But she still does have the presence of mind to get in one last bit of revenge.
“Traitor!” Ms. Americana says, glaring up in fury at one of the cameras… even as her anus starts to spread out helplessly before her foe’s gargantuan purple tip.
Beside her, Dragon Queen smirks. “Oh, don’t take it too hard,” she purrs. Her smirk broadens. “Ooops… too late!”
Ignoring her, Ms. Americana shivers in fury as she glares up at you. “I may be done for,” she admits, “but I won’t let you enjoy the fruits of your betrayal. Computer: CUT-“
But before she can finish her command, with a hoot of pleasure and a tight grip upon her buxom wiggling hips, the great beast slams its cock forward. Her words cut off into a high-pitched and warbling squeal, her head shooting back in shock, as his immense member slams deep up inside her helpless well-rounded ass. “Unh!” she moans, spittle flying from her lips, as he slams into the hilt inside her. Then, bucking and thrashing, she can do nothing but take it and squeal and squeal as the beast’s huge member sets about dominating and destroying her tender anus.
But at last, after a great deal of sweaty shuddering and screaming, Ms. Americana manages to lift her face up once more and glare into the camera.
“As-ass-ASSHOLE!” she hisses, as her own gets brutally reamed and ravaged. “C-computer…. Cut… cut… CUT FEED!!!”
At last, the screen goes dark. Ms. Americana will forever after remain an anal slave in Dragon Queen’s clutches. But your adventures with her are over.
SECTION 0027
“Alright,” you say, dragging the helpful icon to the appropriate location. “I’m going to set off an alarm right under you!”
“No!” Americana gasps. “That will draw them straight to-“
But it’s too late. You’ve already clicked the button. Instantly, all around her, alarm claxons start sounding. Lights in the ceiling begin flashing.
Dragon Queen gasps. Swiping away whatever she was working on, she studies her security monitors carefully. Her eyes narrow. Then she lifts a microphone up to her mouth.
“Attention all ninjas,” her melodious Asian voice purrs, “we have an intrusion near my inner sanctum. Begin sweeping base in tactical formation Delta. Keep your eyes open for heroines. I will evacuate to my panic room. Mistress out.”
Stashing the microphone back in its holder, she whirls, her qipao swirling about her, and strides swiftly yet sultrily to the airlock. With a whir and a hiss she is through, and then besides the sounding alarms the only sound from below is the whispering of taming gas leaking from Flag Girl’s face-encasing mask.
Americana blinks her eyes wide down into the grill, shocked. “Good job, citizen,” she says, looking impressed despite herself. Then, slowly, a smirk spreads across her full red lips. “Now, leave the rest to me.”
Reaching down, Americana carefully unscrews the grate, then turns around and starts to gingerly lower herself, buxom ass first, out the window. Soon she is dangling down, her long legs kicking at the top of the lab, extending half-out of the open duct as she tries to get herself as low as possible before dropping.
As she wiggles herself downwards, at the back of the lab, a thin rectangular crack suddenly forms and then, with a hiss, swings back as a door. Smirking, her eyes pointed upwards and glittering at Americana’s oblivious, dangling, buxomly wiggling ass, Dragon Queen struts through. Standing directly behind the point at which the unsuspecting heroine is about to land, she reaches behind her and draws forth a thick cloth pad, from which streamers of freshly-poured soporific vapor billow constantly.
Heart rising in your chest, you prepare to shout a warning. But as you try to do so, a lump suddenly forms in your throat. The aching excitement in your loins, at the possibility of seeing the mighty heroine get taken down, momentarily stays your voice. A second more, and it is too late.
“Ah,” Americana sighs, as she drops down with a clang to her feet.
“Welcome,” Dragon Queen purrs, from over her shoulder, her pad already up and ready.
“What?!” Americana gasps, head spinning and eyes going wide. Her lips fall open, moments before, seizing hold of the stunned and shapely-superheroine, Dragon Queen slams her pad down onto them, hard.
“Enjoy your stay, bitch!” Dragon Queen laughs, and slams her free fist right down into the buxom heroine’s gut.
Americana moans out, loudly. But, doubling over, her voluptuous ass driving back against Dragon Queen’s waist, has no choice but exhale and then inhale deeply, sucking in a deep lungful of gas. Her body trembles, held fast in smirking Dragon Queen’s long-nailed claws, as the gas sweeps into it.
“That’s it,” Dragon Queen coos softly, her lips almost kissing at the helpless heroine’s ear as she smirks at her. “Take it in.” She strokes her free hand luxuriantly up and down the quivering heroine’s sleek and buxom curves, enjoying her impending prize. “You know you want it.”
At last, feeling the heroine’s mighty and curvy muscles weaken, the cruel villainess pulls the pad away. Americana whimpers, head rolling upon her shoulders, while Dragon Queen stands back and smiles, watching gleefully. Then, with a last moan, Americana tumbles to lie at the villainess’s feet. Her voluptuous body quivering, she turns her head and gasps softly as she succumbs to sleep… a wispy streamer of gas pouring out of her full and parted red lips.
Standing with her long legs spread wide over her fallen foe, Dragon Queen smirks with pleasure. Then, slowly, her almond-shaped eyes turn up… and look straight at you.
“Thanks,” she purrs. “You couldn’t have set that bitch up for my ambush better if you tried.” Her smirk broadening, she sways from one leg to the other, holding the pad, vapor still swirling off it, at her hip. “We’ve actually been tracking the penetration in our network for some time,” she coos. “But thanks to that command you just sent, to set off the alarm, we’ve nailed the source of the intrusion down perfectly.”
At her feet Ms. Americana whimpers and squirms, her huge tits shaking. Her slumbering face exhales another deep breath… still tinged with wisps of escaping gas.
Dragon Queen’s eyes tilt down to her, then back to you. Her smirk broadens. “Don’t worry,” she coos. “I’ll take good care of her.” Her eyes glitter, and her smirk broadens. “And the lady ninja I sent to your location should do the same to you.”
Your heart suddenly thumps in your chest. Letting go of the dick you had out and were stroking, with a yelp you leap back instinctively from the screen. But it is too late. Before you can do a thing, a slender hand suddenly reaches around and slams a pad onto your mouth. Your eyes widen as you feel yourself colliding against a fit yet shapely body behind you, your head sinking down into the soft jiggling curvature of a quite impressive pair of breasts. You can feel a smirk ghosting against your ear as the lady ninja reaches down and wraps her free hand around your erect, naked cock.
“Breathe deep,” she coos to you, and by way of encouragement runs a single sharp nail teasingly up and down your helplessly throbbing dong.
You blink wide into the darkness. But, as her sharp fingers squeeze correctively about your cockhead, you realize you have no choice. Lost between her giant jiggling tits, your dick utterly in her power, you do as you are told. Instantly, like the warm softness of her breasts, the darkness rises up and envelops you in its comforting shroud.
When you awake you are naked and strapped to a table. The cold antiseptic air swirls upon your skin.
You are in Dragon Queen’s lab.
The villainess herself stands before you, no longer across a screen – in the live and jiggling, silk-clad flesh. The lady ninja kneels beside you, clad only in a black mask and an extremely brief black silk robe. She looks as impressive as she felt, her body spectacular, if just shy of super-heroine level. Not looking up, she is continuously stroking her fingertip up and down your twitching dick, keeping you hard and throbbing before her bemused mistress.
Behind them, Flag Girl is getting fucked. Her legs are open towards you, giving you a clear view of the gargantuan purple phallus pounding her outmatched teen pussy. At the sight you whimper involuntarily, and your cock, despite its stimulation, starts to shrivel instinctively at the sight of such a superior competitor. But, clucking softly, the lady ninja leans in and, a few caresses from her jiggling tit-flesh later, brings you back to painfully erect life. Sinking pneumatically back onto her shapely haunches, she resumes the strokes of her fingertip to keep you erect.
Behind Dragon Queen on the other side, Ms. Americana lies captive. Her legs are also open to you, giving you a clear view of her helpless dripping pussy. This helps restore you as well, a bit, after your glimpse of the mutant’s behemoth member. A gas mask is fitted over her face, hissing softly as the ripening gas is pumped into her buxom fertile body as well. She whimpers, and squirms, making her spectacular body shake ripely. But she is utterly helpless, and it is obvious she has no chance of escaping before her fate is sealed by deep-pumping mutant cock.
“Congratulations,” Dragon Queen purrs, drawing your attention back up from Americana’s glistening lower lips to her smirking red upper pair. “We could not have captured both heroines without you. So, I figured it was only fitting we show you the fruits of your labor… before killing you.”
“Killing me?!” you yelp, involuntarily. You squirm against your bonds. But your naked body is going nowhere. The ninja lady clucks softly but, by withdrawing down from her fingertip to pumping her whole slender long-nailed hand up and down you, has no problem keeping your helplessly twitching dick hard.
“Yes,” Dragon Queen coos. “You are useless to me now and I do not abide useless things. But in recognition of your service, I will grant you a parting gift – one of great value. Harumi-san, if you please.”
“Yes, mistress,” the lady ninja says. Squirming over fleshily, she kneels between your legs. Then, without further ado, she bows her gorgeous masked head… and envelops you in her mouth.
“Oh!” you gasp. It’s as if pure heaven has enveloped your dick. Soft gooey warmth, accompanied by a dexterous swirling tongue, slurp up and down your twitching meat. Even with knowledge of your impending fate, you find it suddenly difficult to think of anything else.
“Good…” Dragon Queen purrs. Stepping forward, she comes to stand over your, and reaching down, strokes gently across the top of your head as she admires your face. Below, the lady ninja has put both hands on your thighs and is bobbing and slurping eagerly, blowing your mind further with each passing second. “It is a rare mortal, who gets to experience one of my female ninja’s blowjob skills and live to tell the tale,” Dragon Queen purrs. Her smirk broadens. “Unfortunately you are not one of them, but I advise you to enjoy her regardless.”
Trembling, gaping in awe at what Harumi-san’s tongue is doing around your cock-head, you find it virtually impossible to disobey.
Dragon Queen chuckles. “Of course,” she coos, stepping forward to stand astraddle your head, “even this gift does not come without a price.”
Reaching down, she tugs her lace panties to one side. You gape up at her drooling pussy, momentarily stunned.
Impatient, Dragon Queen clucks softly, and rolls her pussy in a slow and expectant circle before your gaze. “I will remind you,” she coos down, “I can have my minion bite, at any time…”
A shudder passes through you. “Y-yes mistress,” you hear yourself say, ears ringing, as if from a great distance. And, lifting your head, you tease your tongue up through her glistening moist meat flaps and, as pure ninja heaven continues to slurp and slide deliciously up and down your dick, show your new if brief mistress your fullest appreciation.
THE END. – Well, that’s a bit of a nasty ending, but… you got your dick wet at least! But you can still do better. As soon as that nasty case of death wears off, go ahead and try again!
SECTION 0028
“You have no chance,” you say, masturbating furiously in anticipation. “Drop to your knees, and beg to suck his cock!”
Ms. Americana’s jaw drops. “Citizen!” she gasps, eyes flashing in fury. “You do not understand super-heroines if you thi-“
Suddenly, a huge green fist smashes across her face. Her head comes back wide-eyed, and wobbling.
“I mean…” she moaned, her head swaying, “the Q-queen of J-justice is… g-guaranteed to emerge victo-“
Another green punch slams across her face from the other side. Her head comes back, eyes empty and distant and blinking in shock.
“I… I… I can never be defea-“ she says.
The next punch hits her square in the face. When it pulls away, she groans and drops straight to her knees. Her buxom hips squat down and jiggle atop her boots.
“Wait,” Ms. Americana moans, as the Aberration raises his fist for another punch. She trembles, her fertile hips wiggling atop her heels. Then, slowly, she opens her mouth.
Fist held high, the Aberration grins at the buxom, kneeling crime-fighter at his feet. “You want to suck dick, or take another punch slut?” he asks.
She closes her lips just long enough to lick them. “Suck,” the fist-chastened heroine whispers. Then she softly adds, “please…” and once more opens her lips wide.
Chuckling, the Aberration opens his fist and instead wraps his fingers around the back of her gorgeous raven-haired head. With his other hand, he unleashes his gargantuan green penis and presses his huge evil tip to her mouth. He grins. “If you think I’m gonna go any lighter on your throat than I did on your face, bitch,” he purrs down to her, stroking her cock-sealed head, “you got another think coming.”
Ms. Americana moans. But, luscious lips trembling around his evil green girth, she obediently spreads her lips wider, opening herself utterly for him.
“Hahahaha! What a SLUT!” the Aberration laughs and, with a mighty triumphant roar, slams his hips hard until her lips are pressing against the base of his cock. His huge shaft plunges deep down her, ramming open her tight throat. Ms. Americana whimpers but, shuddering on her knees, helplessly takes it. Within seconds, her lips slurping, she has actively begun sucking.
For almost an hour the Aberration fucks Ms. Americana’s face six ways from Sunday. She whimpers and moans and, his huge cock shuttling furiously between her battered lips, takes it helplessly. But taught her lesson with his fist, and getting it driven in even deeper with every thrust of his almighty cock, she never even attempts to further resist. Her mighty hands remains meekly upon her naked thighs, stroking and squirming, as he fucks her face harder and harder and harder.
“That’s it, bitch!” the Aberration laughs, grinning, as her lips slurp and gurgle almost worshipfully up and down his huge length. “You listen to that voice in your ear… and suck my dick!” Then, wrapping both hands around her head, he starts once more fucking the cock-chastised heroine’s face long, and hard, and deep.
Although she has neither lost her belt nor been bound, it is clear from the stunned look on her face that Miss Americana’s spirit has been utterly broken. And by now, all around her, a group of angry ninjas, many nursing bruises, stands ready… with chains and chloroform ready for her should she try to resist, and huge boners for her if she does not. From the looks of how things are going, Miss Americana is not going to get out of this one until every last inch of the interior of her skull has been hosed clean, and replaced with her enemies’ cum.
SECTION 0029
You wait, watching the horrid writhing mass in the distance. After several minutes the feeding frenzy, so to speak, seems to calm down. The cries and whimpers of ninjas, mercifully, fade – most likely because they have been fucked to death.
Suddenly, a loud screech sounds above you. You gape upwards, in shock, to see the flying mutant who first emerged from the base swooping across the sky… ichor dripping from the long razor-sharp member between its clawed legs. Spotting you, it screeches, and swoops down straight towards you.
With a yelp of fear, you let the laptop fall from your fingers. Heart thumping in sudden and utter terror, you leap to your feet and try to run.
You don’t make it. Your death is messy, painful and, mercifully, short.
SECTION 0030
“You can take him!” you say. “You don’t have time for fancy tricks!”
Hands upon her hips, Ms. Americana smirks confidently. “You’re right, Citizen,” she purrs. With a confident strut she sets out across the warehouse floor, straight for the Aberration.
“Well, well, well,” the huge green thug purrs, as he sees Ms. Americana approaching… completely naked, with both her bouncing boobies and leaking cunt on open display amidst her buxom sauntering curves. “What have we here?”
“Your worst nightmare!” she says.
“We’ll see about that,” he purrs, cracking his knuckles.
With a bold cry, Ms. Americana shoots forward. With a bestial roar, the Aberration does so as well. They collide in the center of the vast empty warehouse, trading punches and kicks in a furious blur. You can barely follow… save for when someone gets hit.
“Urggh!” the Aberration groans, as Ms. Americana’s boot smashes across his face. But, though he is knocked backwards and his eyes briefly spin, moments later, with a snarl, he is back upon her.
“Uggh!” Ms. Americana moans, as his fist slams into her flat belly. She stumbles backwards, clumsily, and then gasps as she just barely manages to duck another punch.
“He’s… he’s too strong for me!” she gasps into her choker, as she ducks and weaves backwards desperately. “What… what should I do, Citizen? What should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to fight fair and uphold her honor, go to section 22.
To tell Ms. Americana to fight dirty and win at any cost, go to section 14.
To tell Ms. Americana to drop to her knees and beg to suck cock, go to section 28.
SECTION 0031
“You can take him!” you say, beating off furiously in anticipation.
Hands upon her hips, Ms. Americana smirks confidently. “You’re right, Citizen,” she purrs. With a confident strut she sets out across the warehouse floor, straight for the Aberration.
“Well, well, well,” the huge green thug purrs, as he sees Ms. Americana approaching… without her panties, her naked pussy oozing and drooling beneath her exposed sable bush. “What have we here?”
“Your worst nightmare!” she says.
“We’ll see about that,” he purrs, cracking his knuckles.
With a bold cry, Ms. Americana shoots forward. With a bestial roar, the Aberration does so as well. They collide in the center of the vast empty warehouse, trading punches and kicks in a furious blur. You can barely follow… save for when someone gets hit.
“Urggh!” the Aberration groans, as Ms. Americana’s boot smashes across his face. But, though he is knocked backwards and his eyes briefly spin, moments later, with a snarl, he is back upon her.
“Uggh!” Ms. Americana moans, as his fist slams into her flat belly. She stumbles backwards, clumsily, and then gasps as she just barely manages to duck another punch.
“He’s… he’s too strong for me!” she gasps into her choker, as she ducks and weaves backwards desperately. “What… what should I do, Citizen? What should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to fight fair and uphold her honor, go to section 22.
To tell Ms. Americana to fight dirty and win at any cost, go to section 15.
To tell Ms. Americana to drop to her knees and beg to suck cock, go to section 28.
SECTION 0032
“Why don’t you do a little dance for me first?” you ask. “Shake those money makers!”
Ms. Americana glares. “No,” she says
“C’mon,” you say. You lap your chops, eager to see her buxom bare body dance.
“No,” she says. “Stop being a creep.”
“C’mon,” you say. “What could it hurt?”
“It could hurt you if you don’t quit this!” she says.
“C’mon, baby,” you say, cajolingly. “Just do it.”
“Baby this,” Americana says. Lifting her red-gloved hand up she extends her middle finger and shoves it into the camera. “Computer, cut feed!” she says. Moments later, the screen goes dark. Your adventure with Ms. Americana is over.
SECTION 0033
“In about thirty seconds a lady ninja will pass by you,” you tell her. “If you sneak out now, you can ambush her from the shadows, take her uniform, and get in that way.”
A sly smirk spreads across Miss Americana’s full red lips.
“Sounds like my kind of plan!” she coos.
A short time later a buxom lady ninja comes sauntering along the edge of the warehouse. She is practically spilling out of her half-open black silk robe on top, and leaving scarcely less to the imagination down below. Before her she carries a tray of tea, en route from one group of more senior guards to another.
Suddenly, as she passes a dark pillar in a particularly shadowy section of the warehouse, a gauntlet-sheathed fist slams out like a cannonball, and sends her lovely head whipping around hard to the right. Eyes bugging out, her head wobbles, and then she collapses like a sack of bricks… or rather, thanks to all the jiggling, like a sack of water-balloons.
“I’ll take that,” Miss Americana’s voice says softly. Slipping her free hand out, she catches the lady ninja’s tea tray in midair before it can drop with the rest of her. It clinks softly. Reaching out, she lifts up a cup, and takes a sip. “Ahhh…” she says.
Working swiftly, Americana drags the unconscious henchwoman back into her hiding place. In moments the lady ninja has been stripped and trussed, and Miss Americana stands in her place.
“Hmmm…” Ms. Americana says, staring down and frowning. The lady ninja who now lies naked beside her on the pavement is impressively proportioned, but still no match for the Amazonian measurements of a super-heroine. Americana finds she can barely close the straining robe, and a gargantuan amount of jiggling cleavage spills out of the front. Try as she might, significant sections of her patriotic bra cups are continuously on display. Worse, down below, three inches of her sleek skimpy panties extend down from beneath the hem of the tiny black robe. Under her robe, the female ninja had worn no panties. Ms. Americana bites her lip, then shrugs.
“What the hell,” she says.
Reaching up under her robe, she unclasps her bra and slowly pulls it up and out, then drops it one side. Then she slips her thumbs under her panties and then slowly guides them down her long muscular legs. Picking them up she lets them dangle from her fingertips for a section, watching their skimpy curves twist back and forth slowly. Her lips quiver. Then, with a soft sigh, she lets her tiny panties drop.
Having disrobed, she looks back down...and sighs. Below the hem of the robe her trim raven bush and glistening pussy lie entirely exposed. She bites her fingers looking down at them… and then slowly grins.
“Whatever,” she coos. “It will help make sure no one looks too close at my face.”
Slipping off her gloves, she stashes them in the back sash of her robe, and replaces them with the ninja girl’s long black gloves. Then she slips out of her boots, and replaces them with the ninja girl’s black stiletto heels. Finally, bending low – and giving you a thrilling glimpse of her whole drooling pussy beneath her uplifted robe – she picks up the tray of tea. Turning, with a huge smirk upon her lips beneath her silk cowl, she slips back through the door and struts on down the corridor towards the Aberration.
Standing guard before the door to Dragon Queen’s lab, the Aberration lets out a slow yawn. He rubs the back of his neck. “Fuck,” he grumbles to himself – faint, but loud enough for your automatically relocated cameras to pick up – “this is almost as boring as a real fucking job.”
Then, he sees the buxom ‘ninja girl’ approaching him, and his eyes light up. “Fortunately,” he coos, smirking, “the fringe benefits are far superior.”
“Hey baby,” he coos to Ms. Americana, as the disguised super-heroine comes up to stand just before him. Leering up and down her body, his eyes eat up the traffic-stopping rack shimmying between the folds of her robe… and then he practically starts drooling, as his eyes see her exposed and leaking pussy. His eyes trace slowly back up her… and then, finally, his face twists into a mixture of suspicion and lust.
“Hey, slut,” he says down to her, as she stands before him with her tray. “I seen you before here?”
“Uh, no,” Ms. Americana says. She thinks swiftly… or at least as swiftly as a woman with her boobs to brain ratio can. “My… my shift just started.”
The Aberration slowly let his gaze slide back down her, and somewhere between her tremendous jiggling rack and her swollen fertile hips, the suspicion vanishes off his face to be replaced by just lust. “What a coincidence,” he purrs. “So did my shaft.” Within his speedo a visible and titanic bulge has spread steadily upwards. Within her mask, even Ms. Americana has some difficulty keeping her eyes from glancing down at it, repeatedly. She squirms, her luscious buttocks wiggling back and forth, hanging out just beneath the back of her robe.
“What do you want, shorty?” the Aberration asks.
“I must go to my boss, Dragon Queen,” Ms. Americana said, hand trembling slightly under her tray. She swiftly gets her eyes back up onto his. Mostly. “She has summoned me. Please, let me through.”
The Aberration grins. “Well, that’s unfortunate,” he says. “Because to get through this door, you have to pay the toll.”
Ms. Americana’s buxom hips wiggle nervously under her robe. “What… what is the toll?” she asks.
Grinning, the Aberration reaches down and strokes the straining front of his briefs. “Guess, bitch,” he says.
Ms. Americana takes several deep, quick breaths, which makes the huge titties sloshing in the front of her robe shake even more violently. Lifting a trembling hand up underneath her cowl, she presses it to her choker and whispers softly – too soft for the Aberration to hear, but just loud enough for her throat-mounted microphone to pick up. “Citizen!” she hisses, sub-vocally. “What… what should I do?”
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him a chaste kiss, go to section 58.
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him a blowjob, go to section 24.
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him the fuck of his life, go to 56.
SECTION 0034
“You heard the man!” you tell her. “If you’re outmatched, then pull down your panties and surrender!”
Ms. Americana’s eyes narrow. Her voluptuous ass whips back and forth in agitation, beneath the tiny panties you’ve just told her to take off.
“Citizen!” she snaps. “Get your mind out of the gutter! Now if you could just take this seriou-“ Suddenly, taking advantage of her distraction, a ninja leaps up behind her voluptuous ass and seizes hold of her belt. Her delicious thong-clad buns jiggle, beautifully, as he his fingers rudely slide down in between them and her tight belt. Ms. Americana’s jaw drops, her tirade ending mid-syllable. But moments later, before she can do anything else, he rips away her belt.
“Nooo!” Ms. Americana moans, loudly, as her powers crackle and spark away from about her hips.
She tries to fight, but she is now utterly outclassed. You watch as, like a huge-breasted human punching bag, her buxom body gets knocked about by first one ninja fist then another, and then gets her face pounded into the dirt by first one ninja foot then another.
“Wait,” Ms. Americana finally moans as, shakily, she gets back to her feet. She holds her hands up, pleadingly. “Wait!”
Fists raised, the army of ninjas does indeed wait, freezing in place all around her. Slowly, Ms. Americana stands. Then, blushing deeply, and bending low, she belatedly obeys your command. Slipping her thumbs into her tiny panties, with a tortured moan she slowly pulls them down to her ankles. Standing back up, she lifts a trembling hand to her bra and delicately pops it open. Then, her naked body jiggling silkily and helplessly before her enemies, she slowly raises her hands high. “I… I surrender…” she moans… as, upon her gargantuan sloshing breasts ,her bare tender nipples start to tent out in the cold air, growing delicately and helplessly before her leering foes.
Grinning, a ninja steps up behind her and slams a pad onto her face. Ms. Americana moans and wiggles, but can do nothing else as she breathes down a lung-ful of ninja taming gas. “We accept!” the ninja says, as he reaches down between her legs, and begins rudely stroking and fondling her dripping naked sex. Miss Americana moans, a shiver running through her as she is fingered. Then, with a final whimper, she collapses forward, directly into his arms.
For the next hour you get to watch a furious gangbang, in which Ms. Americana tries valiantly to take on a dozen ninjas at once. You watch as her luscious lips slurp worshipfully up and down one big ninja penis after another, and as, moaning, she obediently swallows load after load of their cum. You watch as deep-pumping ninja dick makes her buck and scream again and again and again. Time and again ninja cum shoots deep into her pussy… and, gorgeous head bobbing, each and every time she starts sucking her current enemy’s cock just a little bit deeper.
Finally, after more than an hour of pounding sex at the hands of her enemies both Ms. Americana and they are utterly exhausted. “Let that be a lesson to you, bitch!” they laugh, strutting back into the building. As they do so, they toss Ms. Americana’s surrendered bra and panties into a convenient garbage can. Both end up hanging halfway out of the can, with a rotten banana peel between them. Leaving both the heroine and her costume trashed behind them, the ninjas file back into the building. You get to view the sight of Ms. Americana’s sprawled and despoiled body lying upon the pavement for a few more minutes, cum leaking out of her ravaged pussy before, as Dragon Queen’s security catches up with the leak, the screen crackles and then finally goes dark.
SECTION 0035
“Fight dirty!” you say to her, desperate not to have to see her precious holes get used by any other man. “Use every trick in the book!”
Despite her predicament, Ms. Americana stops and glares up into the camera. “Citizen!” she snaps. “That is beneath the honor of a super-heroine. No matter what, we must always uphold our commitment to-“
But, taking advantage of her distraction, his giant green hand suddenly reaches in and seizes hold of her panties. Ms. Americana’s jaw drops, and her tirade cutting off in mid-word she gapes down in shock as her precious skimpy bottoms are pulled away from her luscious flesh, stretching out and digging in painfully to her well-rounded hips.
“Got your panties, slut!” the Aberration laughs. Then, with another mighty tug, he stretches them past their breaking point. With a loud ‘RIPPP!’, they tear away.
“Oh… how DARE you?!” Ms. Americana howls, as she watches her panties rip away, leaving her pussy naked and dripping and utterly on display.
“Look what I got, slut!” the Aberration laughs, holding up the tattered remnant of her proud thong and waving it back and forth tauntingly in her face.
“You… you perverted BEAST!” Ms. Americana screams. And, driven by pure rage, her mighty boot snaps upwards with furious speed, and slams into his crotch.
The Aberration freezes. His body trembles, around her crotch-imbedded boot, and his eyes bug out in his tusked green head. He lets out a tiny, soprano-like squeal, and then slowly topples backwards.
“Let that be a lesson to you!” Ms. Americana hisses. Then, before the crippled villain can recover, she swiftly grabs up a convenient chloroform pad and affixes it to his face. The mighty villain shudders, and lies still. Reaching down, she plucks her panties from his limp fingers and holds them up. She sighs. The tattered remnant is not going to cover anything ever again. With a dejected shake of her head, she tosses what is left of her little panties behind her and stands, one leg flexed upon his chest, hands upon her hips.
“Thank you, Citizen,” she says. Then she turns her head up and looks at the waiting steel laboratory in the center of the warehouse. “Now,” she says, “our final challenge remains.”
Taking her foot off the Aberration’s chest, she turns and advances on the lab. Compromised by her computer, the heavy steel door leading into Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum slides open effortlessly before her buxom naked approach. Ms. Americana draws in a sharp breath.
Before her lies a large, antiseptic steel room. At the center Flag Girl lies upon a table, naked and helpless. Her wrists and ankles are strapped down and a mask and tube are affixed to her face. Through it the gas flows into her, ripening her young body for impregnation by mutant seed. Based on the tenting out of her delicate pink nipples and the glistening between her sleek teen thighs, the nubile young blonde doesn’t have long left.
Behind her, towering in a sealed glass tube, is a huge purple mutant with a massive veiny phallus… presumably, Flag Girl’s intended lover.
To one side, Dragon Queen stands over her console, tapping and tracing away oblivious.
Ms. Americana breathes deep, steeling herself. But with Flag Girl in peril and her belt around her hips she doesn’t bother to stop and ask for your advice. With a confident smirk upon her face she suddenly saunters forth to deal with Dragon Queen herself.
“Your game is up, Dragon Bitch!” she purrs, her buxom hips rolling beautifully as she struts forward. “I’m taking back my sidekick – and taking you to jail!”
With a startled gasp, Dragon Queen whirls. Her almond-shaped eyes dart up and down, taking in the advancing Queen of Justice with interest. Her lips quirk up, as she sees her sumptuous naked curves and her leaking pussy. “Are you sure you’re not here for something else?” she coos. Her smirk broadens, her eyes and teeth glittering. “To get fucked, like the dirty bitch you are?” she specifies, in a mocking coo.
Ms. Americana lifts her chin high, and glares with righteous fury. “Ab-absolutely not!” she insists… even as her large, erect nipples sway proudly at the tips of her gargantuan naked breasts.
“That’s too bad,” Dragon Queen laughs, darting back, her hand flying to her console. “Cause it’s all you’re going to get.” Her finger stabs down onto a big red button. Alarms blare. Suddenly, with a whoosh of whirring motors and a spill of amniotic fluids, the huge glass tube around the giant purple mutant shoots down into the floor. Stumbling forward, the gargantuan and massively well-hung colossus steps out, and turns its inhuman head back and forth. Towering over her, it looks her over… and then licks its lips and grins.
Ms. Americana gapes up at the hulking beast in shock. Then, her smirk spreads swiftly back across her lips. “The harder they are… the bigger they fall!” she says.
Lunging forward, she slams her fist into the mutant’s rubbery purple abs with every ounce of her strength. Only to gasp, as it bounces back off. She stumbles backwards, gaping, and clutching her stinging fist in pain.
Standing to one side, Dragon Queen cackles with glee. “You’re done for this time, Ms. Americana!” she declares.
Reaching her shaking hand up to her choker, Ms. Americana gasps as with a roar the giant mutant charges towards her. “A… a little help here, Citizen?” she asks. “What… what should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to go for the dick, turn to section 47.
To tell Ms. Americana to go for the head, turn to section 13.
To make Miss Americana turn around so you can watch her sexy ass get nailed, turn to section 26.
SECTION 0036
“Watch out! Don’t let it get your belt!” you say.
“Right!” she gasps. Her gloved hands dart down and seize hold of her precious golden belt. When the plant, acting on eldritch instinct to depower its fertile prize, tries to rip it away, her tightly clutched hands keep it firmly in place. “No!” she gasps, glaring fiercely back over her shoulder to the sight of the ongoing battle. “You… you won’t have it! It’s mine!”
But in her desperation to defend her precious power source, she doesn’t see several more tentacles approaching through the gloom until it is too late. First one, then two, then three fibrous vegetable tendrils coil around her mighty struggling arms, wrapping around her elbows and her wrists. She gasps deeply in shock, her jaw dropping… and must whimper and moan with effort, just to maintain her place in the struggle. Meanwhile, another pair of tentacles coil down into her helpless and undefended breasts, and tear away her bra with a loud RIIPPP!!! “Oooh!” Ms. Americana moans, as her huge tits come spilling forth to jiggle and jostle, naked and spectacularly unprotected, amidst the swarming tentacles.
Then bigger problems arrive, in the form of two large sucker-like mouths at the end of the two thickest tentacles yet. Ms. Americana stares in horror as the rise up to hover before the tips of her breasts. “Oh… oh NO!” she gasps. She licks her lips. “It’s not an inseminator,” she whispers, a little fluid slipping out of the crotch of her panties, “it’s a milker!”
She tries to struggle, but it is too late. The twin suckers snap forward and slam home upon her tits. “Oh… Great JUSTIIIICE!!!” Ms. Americana squeals, her head shooting back and her jaw dropping. It is the last straw. As the huge suckers begin to grope, squeeze, and slurp mercilessly upon her gigantic breasts she gives in. Overcome by the sheer number of tentacles swarming them, her mighty arms buckle backwards and allow themselves to be wrapped and bound. Seconds later her belt is ripped away, leaving her powerless amidst the swarming vines.
Ms. Americana whimpers in dismay. Within seconds another exceptionally thick vine rises up in front of her face… with a knobby, dripping phallus at the tip. “Oh… oh, you can’t be serious-“ Ms. Americana whispers, gaping at it in shock. Moments later, with an inhuman squeal of triumph from the evil plant, it slams forward, pounding down her throat. Ms. Americana’s eyes go wide as her lips get spread wide, and the huge evil cock forces its way down into her throat.
A dingy screen hidden in the blackness near her flickers and glows into life. Several streamers of dried slime coat its surface. Beneath them, Dragon Queen beams out. “You’re half right, Ms. Americana,” she sneers… as a third thick tentacle rises up and begins to stroke the whimpering superheroine’s pussy through her little panties. “It’s both!” Moments later, two tiny tentacles slide into Ms. Americana’s panties. Visible bulging beneath their skimpy surface they thrash and wiggle in her holy of holies, making Ms. Americana whimper and squirm in horror. Then, coiling through her hip straps and crotch, they suddenly rip her thong panties away. Yet another thick tentacle with a drooling horse-like penis rises up between her mighty, trembling, yet now helplessly vine-bound legs, and nuzzles her defenseless pussy.
Dragon Queen licks her lips in anticipation. Then she turns her gaze and looks straight at you. “Thank you for your cooperation, Citizen,” she purrs at you, past Americana’s whimpering, wiggling buxom form. “As your reward, I will allow you to enjoy the show.” Her screen goes dark. Yours stays on. Moments later, accompanied by a loud but muffled squeal, the huge stallion-shaming schlong slams deep up into the Queen of Justice’s cunt and begins fucking her brutally.
For over an hour you watch Ms. Americana get pumped and pounded in her mouth and her pussy. Soon a third evil tentacle worms around behind, and begins doing an equally brutal number on her ass. Ms. Americana whimpers and moans but can do nothing but open wide and swallow a succession of loads of mutant cum. Her body shudders and trembles as the huge monster ravaging her pussy makes her cum, repeatedly, despite herself. Meanwhile her huge beautiful breasts get squeezed, and slurped, and steadily drained of milk, losing some of their fulsome perkiness and size.
Finally, with one last huge splooge of cum down her gullet, the last plant tentacle pulls out and leaves her lips unblocked. “Oh, Goddess!” she squeals, bucking and trembling, under the pumping power slamming in and out of her deep cunt. Cum runs down her face, and pours from her battered lips in streaming waves. But she doesn’t have long to contemplate that. Turning her wild eyes down, she gapes in horror as a huge bulge starts to extend up the thick tentacle leading to her taut-spread and well-ravaged pussy.
“It’s… it’s EGG!” she gasps, lips drooling in horror. “You… you have to do something, Citizen! H-help me!”
But there’s nothing you can do, but sit and watch and stroke yourself, as the huge egg slowly slides up to just beneath her buxom, fertile, orgasm-trembling hips.
“Goddess, no!” the helpless heroine pleads. “H-help me! Help me!” Huge bulge spreading, the egg approaches her cunt. “Oh, Great Justice!” she moans, her face filled with terror and her eyes wide. “It’s… it’s going… INNNNN!!!!” With a loud squeal as if she is witnessing the end of the universe itself, you can but sit and watch as the huge egg slowly forces its way up into Ms. Americana’s cunt. Her pussy lips stretch so wide around it they nearly vanish but, slathered with her drooling juices, they hold. Her face trembling, Ms. Americana stares at the ceiling in shock as the huge egg slowly slides into her vanishes up into her womb. “Oh, Goddess…” she moans.
The vines retract. But it is too late. With a heavy sigh, Ms. Americana sinks to her buxom buns and lies, sprawled, naked, and helpless in the fetid sewers. Her flat belly has already started to swell up, with her hissing conqueror’s spawn. She is done for. And all you were able to do is watch.
SECTION 0037
You’re dressed like a sexy ninja,” you point out to your outraged subject. “Act like it, you dumb bimbo. Sneak up on Dragon Queen before she’s the wiser. Once she’s in your power you can make her tell you anything.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. She tries to stifle her glare, beneath her mask, while her hips wave angrily back and forth. Between her thighs, fluids ooze from her exposed pussy.
“Alright, Citizen,” she hisses, lips trembling in a snarl. “I’ll give it a try.”
Leaning down, Ms. Americana slips off her high heels one by one. Then, feet bare, she takes a deep breath and begins to tiptoe softly forward, as silently as she can. Her bare feet tremble upon the cold steel floor with each slow, graceful step. But soon she finds herself approaching Dragon Queen’s voluptuous and obliviously wiggling hips from behind. The Asian villainess is bent over far enough that, beneath the hem of her brief silk dress, both Ms. Americana and you have a clear view of her delicate mound, peeking back and forth between her wiggling thighs, clad only in a skimpy black lace thong. Both you and she stare at it for a second, and Ms. Americana pauses to briefly lick her lips. Then, her eyes turn briefly down, watching where she is going… and she gasps.
Before her, on a little shelf under Flag Girl’s table, lies a little vial of truth serum and another of potent aphrodisiac, both labeled as such. Both are presumably part of the cocktail of chemicals being used to ripen and ready her sidekick. Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, eyes darting up to Dragon Queen’s obliviously wiggling and voluptuous hindquarters she slowly smirks.
Reaching down, she silently slips her tray of tea onto the lower shelf, and picks up each vile. Smirking, she drips a few drops out onto her fingers. Then, silently approaching, she slowly slips her hand up underneath Dragon Queen’s voluptuous wiggling ass and suddenly alights her fingers on and begins stroking her tender pussy.
“Oh!” Dragon Queen suddenly gasps. Her face whirls, to see who is stroking her. But in the seconds it takes her to do so the chemicals soaking up from Ms. Americana’s fingers have already invaded the sopping membranes of her pussy. By the time her eyes alight upon her cowled, beautiful servant, her finger-stroked pussy has already become filled with eagerly oozing cream. As Ms. Americana’s fingers slide back and forth across her rival’s delicate lower lips, the thin lace panty separating her from them almost instantly becomes soaking wet. “Mmm…” Dragon Queen purrs, her lips twisting up and her almond eyes going half-lidded as she gazes back upon her shapely minion. “Getting frisky are we?” she asks.
“Yes, mistress,” Ms. Americana coos, her fingers stroking faster over Dragon Queen’s sopping cunt. Pulling back her hand, she silently squeezes another dollop onto her fingers. Then, pulling the villainess’s panties aside, she starts stroking them directly over her bare and quivering pussy lips.
“Ooooh!” Dragon Queen coos. Her eyes fluttering closed, she lets her head sink backwards as she enjoys her servant’s slow, teasing strokes. Her voluptuous hips wiggle in slow circles, as Americana’s fingers slide in and out of her outer lips teasingly. One finger slides up and begins working the insidious fluid directly onto the villainess’s sensitive little clitoris.
“Do you enjoy this, mistress?” Ms. Americana asks. Then, without waiting for an answer, she slips first one finger, then two, up inside Dragon Queen’s cunt and starts pumping her vigorously.
“Mmmm!” Dragon Queen purrs, head rolling upon her shoulders. “Yes… yes I do, slave!” she says.
For a couple minutes, Ms. Americana works over Dragon Queen’s pussy mercilessly, while the curvaceous villainess wiggles and sighs with pleasure before her. Finally, she cannot resist. Sneaking another little film of aphrodisiac and truth serum onto the fingers of her other hand she slips it around and up inside Dragon Queen’s dress, and begins to stroke and caress her tender nipples. Dragon Queen gasps softly, trembling with pleasure, and almost instantly her delicate nipples have become fully extended and erect under Ms. Americana’s swirling fingers. Meanwhile, within seconds, she absorbs still more of her own will-affecting toxins through yet another sensitive, tingling membrane. Then, now that she has both hands on the squirming villainess’s body, Americana slowly lifts her lips up to the Asian beauty’s ear… and gives it a soft, teasing little bite.
“Oh!” Dragon Queen gasps, her head rocking back with pleasure. Body squirming back against Ms. Americana, she trembles and sighs with delight as another couple nips and playful pecs tease her earlobe. Then, finally, having thoroughly prepared her target, Ms. Americana finally puts her luscious lips to Dragon Queen’s ear and initiates the most pneumatically jiggling interrogation of her life.
“So… mistress…” Dragon Queen’s ‘slave’ asks, curiously, “What are you doing with that captured heroine, back there?”
“Mmm…” Dragon Queen purrs. While normally she might find the question suspicious, in her aroused state her lips spread wide with smug pleasure, eager to explain her thrillingly erotic and devious schemes. “I’m preparing her of course, you little dolt,” Dragon Queen coos. She gestures an arm across the panel that lies before her wiggling, drooling, finger-invaded hips. “As soon as she is ripe and ready my mutant shall mate with her and implant my greatest servant yet inside of her fertile, precious womb. And then she will be my horny, obedient plaything… forever!”
“Mmm…” Ms. Americana sighs and, feigning enthusiastic arousal at the news, wraps her lips around Dragon Queen’s earlobe and gives them an enthusiastic kiss. Dragon Queen, body wiggling and squirming helplessly atop now Americana’s pumping slime-coated fingers, gasps and sighs with erotic delight. “How… how soon mistress?” she asks.
“Just… just a few more seconds, actually…” Dragon Queen sighs, her luscious body trembling as it hovers on the very precipice of orgasmic pleasure.
You can see Ms. Americana tense slightly, even as her hands continue to stroke and pleasure Dragon Queen’s body. With so little time, she has no choice but to go for it. “Could it be stopped, mistress?” she asks, and then hastily adds, by way of cover, “So we may prolong our pleasure?”
Dragon Queen’s gorgeous face trembles slightly with concern, at the odd and vaguely traitorous nature of the question. But, moments later, by way of encouragement, Ms. Americana slides a third finger up into her enemy’s quivering dripping cunt, and, Dragon Queen’s pussy lips wrapped tighter around her than ever before, begins to slam into her with fierce speed and merciless force.
Dragon Queen gasps, deeply. And, suddenly, driven by aphrodisiac and truth serum and the deep lusts exploding in her voluptuous penetrated hips, she cannot help but answer her pleasing servant.
“Y-yes…” Dragon Queen whispers. With a trembling hand, she points down at a button. “This… this will pause the procedure,” she whispers. She slides her long-nailed fingertip to point at another, beside the first. “And this will stop it.”
“Excellent,” Ms. Americana says. And, with no time to waste, she promptly yanks her hand off Dragon Queen’s big wobbling well-aroused breast, and stabs her finger down past Dragon Queen’s trembling digit to pound the indicated button hard against the console.
“Wh-what?!” Dragon Queen gasps, eyes spreading wide with shock. With a fierce cry she thrashes out of her traitorous servant’s arms, and whirls to face her.
“Surprise, bitch,” Ms. Americana says, in her usual brash voice instead of the simpering coo she used to impersonate a servant. Dragon Queen’s almond eyes go wide, with recognition of both the voice and whose blue eyes are staring back at her from beneath her pussy-stroking servant’s cowl. Then seconds later they go even wider, her cheek caving in and spittle flying from her lips, as Ms. Americana’s hurtling right hook slams into the side of her face. Dragon Queen goes flying and lies sprawled, whimpering and unconscious. Her gorgeous face gapes up at the ceiling, stunned… splattered with glistening streamers of her own pussy juices which flew from Ms. Americana’s sopping fist.
With a crack and hiss Flag Girl’s helmet opens up and retracts. The pretty sidekick’s face blinks in confusion up at the ceiling, shaking back and forth in bewilderment as she suddenly finds herself waking up naked in the strange laboratory. Instantly forgetting her fallen foe Ms. Americana whirls and dashes over to hover over Flag Girl’s squirming body with motherly concern… her gargantuan breasts hanging and jostling in the teen heroine’s face. Eyes opening wide, Flag Girl gapes up at her mentor’s massive sloshing milk-jugs as if seeing them for the first time… and licks her lips with hungry lust.
“Are you alright?” Ms. Americana asks.
“Yes,” Flag Girl sighs. Then her eyes nearly bug out as, moaning with relief, Ms. Americana slams her young ward’s pretty face up in between her huge tits and, hugging her tight, shakes her gargantuan cans back and forth around Flag Girl’s nearly fully-enveloped noggin. Finally recovering from her surge of protective adoration, Ms. Americana pulls Flag Girl back out of her awesome jiggling cleavage and holds the squirming blonde beauty at arm’s length. “We have to get out of here,” she says. “Did Dragon Queen keep your bikini?”
Biting her lip, Flag Girl shakes her head no.
“What about your belt?” Americana asks.
“There,” Flag Girl says. She points to a drawer along one steel wall, beside the still-dormant mutant. Whirling round and bending low, Ms. Americana pulls it out and gasps with pleasure to see her sidekick’s belt within. She brings it back, just as, her long legs trembling shakily, Flag Girl gets back to her feet. Hands trembling, Flag Girl eagerly pulls the belt on around her shapely swelling hips, and gasps with pleasure as her naked curves suddenly glow once more with power.
“Alright,” Ms. Americana purrs, hands on her hips, to see her precious sidekick restored. “We’ll deal with Dragon Queen some other time,” she says, nodding towards the villainess’s sprawled, unconscious form. “Right now, we need to get you out of here and let those drugs leech out of your system. I have a hotel room standing by as a safe area, watched over by a man I recruited.”
“What?” Flag Girl gasps. Her eyes widen, and she squirms. “What… what sort of man?” she asks, her voice quivering.
Miss Americana sniffs, and glares. “Not the sort you should be interested in,” she says, firmly. “A… a perfectly unimpressive one… and a filthy pervert, besides! Now are you ready to go?!” And, not waiting for a reply, she turns and marches her exceptionally buxom ass away towards the door.
Flag Girl breathes deep. For a moment, watching her mistress stomp away, she seems seized by uncertainty. Then, with a swift nod, her pretty head seems to come to a decision.
Behind her mistress’s back, Flag Girl sidles up silently to Dragon Queen’s console, and presses a button. A tiny drawer slides open, inside which are three small red pills. Silently, Flag Girl snatches them up and clutches them to her breast, then swiftly shoves the little door closed.
“Is something wrong?!” Americana asks, turning at the door to look back impatiently.
“Nothing at all,” her sidekick says, still staring at the console. She licks her lips again, her hips squirming. “Just… recovering from memories,” she says. Walking over, she stands before her mistress, whose harsh face has grown sympathetic at the explanation.
“Are you really alright?” Americana asks.
“Yes,” Flag Girl assures her. “Now… let’s go!”
With a loud battle cry the two heroines explode out of the door from Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. They catch a few ninjas leaning over and gaping at the fallen Aberration in shock. Two quick spin kicks easily dispatch them. Then they are off, slipping out through the same entrance Ms. Americana came in through before anyone else is the wiser. “Come on,” Ms. Americana says, pointing her sidekick in your general direction, once they are safely out of the base. “Follow me!"
As the two of them run through the darkness, Ms. Americana puts her hand to her choker. “Prepare yourself, Citizen,” she says. “We’re coming back to you.”
Minutes later the door to your hotel room slams open and Ms. Americana and Flag Girl jiggle through.
“Greetings again, Citizen,” she says, sauntering forward until her dripping bush hovers over the screen of your laptop – where before her skimpy panties once swayed back and forth. “Thank you,” she purrs, eyes flashing down into yours. “You did a great job,” she admits. “But now I have one more request of you.” She gestures at her sidekick, who, panting softly for breath, blinks her blue eyes widely at you from where she wiggles back by the wall. “I’m going to leave Flag Girl in your charge,” she says, “while I go and pick up two spare costumes.” Her face darkens briefly. “And I don’t need to tell you,” she hisses, her buxom ass waving back and forth in agitation, “what happens if you lay so much as a finger upon her. Do I?”
You gulp, involuntarily. With her imposing if curvy Amazonian form towering over you you cannot help it. “N-no…” you hear yourself say, as if from a great distance.
A huge smile slowly spreads across her lips, and she wiggles her hips with pleasure. “Good,” she coos. Then, without another word, she whirls around and, buxom ass swaying and jiggling in beautiful nudity before you, hurries out.
When the door clicks closed you are left alone with Flag Girl. The gorgeous blonde teen squirms slowly back and forth, her big blue eyes blinking as they stare straight at you. Her flat shapely belly slowly wiggles in little circles atop her mile-long legs. Between her supple thighs her naked teen pussy continuously leaks rivulets of moisture. You gulp heavily, butterflies filling your tummy as you remember Americana’s orders not to touch her.
Then, slowly, the little sidekick detaches from the wall and saunters forward, until it is her leaking pussy that hovers just above the screen of your laptop. She stares down at you, biting her lip. Then she opens her lips with a soft gasp.
“So,” the blonde teen whispers, rubbing her hands up and down her shapely and projecting derriere. “I… I hear you are the man who helped rescue me. Is… is that really true?”
“Yes,” you say.
“Hmmm,” she says. Putting both hands on the desk, she leans in over you, until her pretty young face is hovering directly over you. Her large perfect breasts hang down, jostling and jiggling delightfully, tipped by painfully erect and delicate pink nipples. “And you were promised a reward?” she asks.
“Y-yes…” you say.
Her eyes stare into yours. “Do you want it now?” she asks.
Her shapely teen hips wiggle, just above the edge of the table. From her bare pussy a little trickle of moisture emerges and oozes down her thigh.
Reaching down, she holds your head, and pulls you up to her. Her lips find yours, and she kisses you. Her lips massage yours, and her tongue slips through to bat and play dexterously with yours. For just a moment, you start to lose yourself in pleasure. Then the memory of Americana’s glare thumps back through you, and you bleat. Acting on instinct you jerk back away from her. Toppling out of your chair you lurch backwards, only to find yourself landing upon the hotel room bed.
Crouched atop the desk, Flag Girl blinks at you, as if shocked that you have run away from her. Then, a wry smile spreads across her lips.
“Shy are we?” she coos.
She slips down off the desk and slinks up towards you. Her body moves with faunlike grace… but, the memory of mighty Americana’s glare still stirring your soul, to you she looks more like a she-panther stalking her prey. The amused smile on her lips doesn't help.
Crawling up onto the bed, naked Flag Girl looms over you. She puts one hand on your shoulder… pinning you to the bed. Her other hands goes to your crotch. She massages your erection through your pants, her fingers rubbing at your hardness eagerly. Then she opens up your pants, and reaches inside. You gasp, involuntarily, as her fingers touch your penis. Her fingers stroke up and down your intense hardness, while her pretty face gazes into yours.
She looks down at your penis, then back up at your face.
“You’re pretty average,” she says.
Your heart thumps, halfway between soaring and sinking. “So?” you hear your voice croak.
She smirks, slightly. "There's nothing wrong with that," she assures you, giving you another stroke with her dextrous little fingers. "But… I’m not in the mood for average," she admits, "so…"
Reaching into the cuff of her glove, Flag Girl retrieves the three pills she swiped from Dragon Queen’s laboratory. She holds them out to you. “Eat these,” she tells you. “I heard Dragon Queen gloating about them, just before she put me under.”
You stare at them. “But…” you start to say.
“Do it,” she says. Her pretty young face smiles, winsomely, from between her blonde pigtails. “Trust me,” she coos.
You look into her face. Your heart almost stops. She is prettier, and hotter, than any girl you’ve ever been with in your life. Her blue eyes bat, as she smiles at you. Suddenly, you can resist her nothing.
“Okay,” you say. With a trembling hand, you take the pills and swallow them.
For a moment, nothing happens. Then suddenly, a deep gurgle rumbles from your tummy. Seconds later, you feel like you’re about to take a gigantic shit. Seconds after that, like you’re about to vomit.
“What… what have you done to me?!” you whimper.
“Shhh…” Flag Girl coos. Reaching down, she strokes her hand up and your cock, reassuringly.
Slowly, as she strokes you, the nauseous feeling fades. You gasp. Suddenly, between her caressing fingers, your cock starts to grow. It feels exactly as if you were getting an erection… save that you were already fully erect. Looking down, you gape in shock as, between her slender fingers, you get bigger and bigger, longer and longer, thicker and thicker. Flag Girl gasps, in awe… and her fingers start stroking you faster. They have to, to keep up with your steadily expanding length. Gradually your penis grows out past eight inches, past ten, past twelve… and still it swells larger. Finally, somewhere past fourteen inches it stops. You gape in disbelief at the humongous veiny behemoth sprouting from your pants. Between your legs two equally enormous balls, the size of grapefruits, bulge… aching and heavy with your potent seed.
Sitting back on her haunches, Flag Girl puts both hands on her cheeks and gapes down in awe, like a girl who has just unwrapped her Christmas present to find exactly what she always wanted.
"It worked!" she squeals. She lifts her eyes briefly skyward, shining with joy. "Thank you, Dragon Queen!" she beams. Then, without further ado, she dives down, wraps her lips around your huge new toy, and begins to slurp and suckle on it ravenously.
“Oh… shittt!” you hiss, head falling back and your eyes crossing involuntarily.
Flag Girl is very, very good. Her lips dance up and down you, a big grin upon you, her tongue stroking and lapping skillfully. In no time your penis begins pulsing and twitching wildly, and you feel yourself on the verge of spending.
'Not yet!' you think instinctively. You grit your teeth and try to hold it. You haven't even gotten inside her mouth yet, let alone her pussy.
And then, something else magical happens. For once you send a command to your penis, and it obeys. The twitching instantly stops, and the wild boiling in your balls settles down. Chirping with pleasure, Flag Girl continues lapping away eagerly - blissfully unaware of how close she just came to getting her face suddenly splattered with your sperm.
She gives you a couple more laps, a couple kisses to each of your huge balls, then sits back up. Reaching out, she strokes her hand up and down your slick bloated dick, keeping it enthused, while she smirks down into your face.
"Ordinarily I would suck you off a bit," she coos. "But I think this big thing just might break my jaw. So if you don’t mind…"
Without another word, she throws a sleek thigh over, straddling you, and then reaching down seizes a hold of your bloated cock and guides it up until its tip nuzzles against her pussy.
"Oh!" you yelp, in awe. But you cannot help yourself. Despite your immense good fortune, enough of your previous self still remains that you feel an intense surge of worry to see the young teen sidekick guiding your penis up and into her cunt - instantly recalling her mentot's warning.
"Wait!" you gasp, instinctively.
Flag Girl pauses - your tip poised at the very entrance of her pussy. She tilts her head. "Why?" she asks.
You stare back up… and as her pretty eyes bore down into you, find all your objections melting away. You can say nothing.
Flag Girl stares down at you for several seconds, as if puzzled. Then, when she doesn't get an answer she shrugs. Without further ado, she slams her sleek yet curvy teen hips down - penetrating herself with your immense cock. And immediately, her head rockets back, her eyes going wide - and, her lovely jaw dropping open, she squeals in awe.
You are in scarcely more coherent shape yourself. "H-holy shit!" you moan. Even after her mouth and throat, the feeling of the teen heroine's ultra-tight cunt clamping and squeezing around you is utterly insane. She can only get a few inches in at first. But, seizing hold of your shoulders and whimpering in awe, the little minx promptly sets about pushing her curvy hips down further along your cock, again and again and again. You groan in awe as her actions steadily force you further and further into her pussy, until somehow, again seemingly impossibly, she gets you all the way - her colossally over-spread pussy lips pulsing around the very base of your shaft, and leaking pussy juices onto your balls.
You do not have to move a muscle, to help. You're not even sure if you could, if you tried. Flag Girl's sleek belt-empowered body does everything, pumping itself furiously up and down your cock with every ounce of strength and stamina she can muster. As her curvy hips slam themselves brutally and continuously up and down your enormous penis, her taut body caresses continuously down against you, her large breasts rubbing and jiggling violently upon your chest. Her pretty head, tucked down into the crook of your neck, lets out a continuous stream of commentary upon a range of intellectual topics.
"OH... my fucking GOD!" Flag Girl squeals, in awe, head rolling and shivering beside yours. "Oh, my GOD you're so fucking BIG! Oh, fuck! Oh, God, you're d-DESTROYING my-my-ooooh! Oh, my God, it feels so goood!"
As she rides you, a curious effect emerges. Flag Girl’s superhuman physique is easily the finest you have had pressed tight to your body. Powered by her belt, she pounds herself upon you with a frenzied intensity unlike anything you have experienced. Her taut wet pussy, clamping vigorously around you as it hurtles up and down your immense length, is like a finely tuned machine designed solely to give your huge new penis pleasure.
But even though the intensity of pleasure you are experiencing inside Flag Girl exceeds any in your recent experience like the sun exceeds a candle, you do not spend.
Flag Girl humps and humps and humps herself upon your furiously - instinctively and desperately trying to force you to release. But the only releases are her own. Driven by a staggering power she too has never felt in her life, the stunned teen squeals over and over again in awe as, fluids splattering near-continuously from her pussy, she climaxes again and again.
But, lost in one another’s superhuman bodies, your pleasure goes on so long, that the both of you completely lose track of the time. Suddenly, with a loud click the door flies open. Seconds later, Ms. Americana’s buxom backside, clad once more in her trademark skimpy bikini bottom, comes hurtling through – showing off what pneumatic curves she used to shove it open. Whirling, she struts into the room – a huge smile on her lips. A spare bikini for her sidekick dangles from her far hand – a small rectangular slip of paper from her right.
“Hey, Citizen and Sidekick!” she says, strutting pneumatically forward, her eyes still closed over her smugly smirking lips. “I hope you two have been keeping those naughty hands to yourse-…”
Midway into the room, her eyes finally open. Her jaw promptly drops. She skids to a jiggling, gaping halt, her jaw dropping in horror, as she witnesses what is happening atop the bed. Her hands open up and her sidekick’s bikini tumbles out. So does the scrap of paper.
Flag Girl yelps in panic, her eyes going wide. Instinctively, even though it is far too late, she tries to pull up and off you. Her sleek hips rise… and rise, and rise, struggling desperately to get her taut clamping pussy up off your immense penis. Finally, she reaches the tip. A pained yip passes through the little minx’s lips, down near your ear, as your immense cock-head forces her pussy-lips almost impossibly wide, on their way back out of her.
Finally, having gotten up off you, the little sidekick tries to leap back off the bed, to whirl and try to explain herself to her mistress. But the moment she tries to move, with a look of stunned shock appearing upon her pretty face, it becomes obvious that the lithe sidekick did not count on what the near-hour she has spent desperately trying to impale herself upon your immense penis has done to her. Her attempt at graceful leap off the bed immediately turns into a twisting tumble. With a stunned yelp, Flag Girl goes end over end, pratfalls off the edge of the bed, and lands face-first on the floor with a loud THUMP!
Miss Americana, however, scarcely has any eyes for her naughty sidekick. Instead, she stares in disbelief, her eyes going wider and wider, at what she sees sliding steadily out of her. Finally, even as Flag Girl falls out of the way, her eyes remain glued to the titanic member sprouting out of your fly. One hand rises up to clutch at her lips, and she stares in disbelief.
“C-citizen…” she finally manages to gasp. “Is… is that really your PENIS?”
With Flag GIrl out of the way, you are finally able to sit up. Americana stands towering right before you, her impossible body once more straining at its trademark bikini. But, for once, it is now the super-heroine who is finding it impossible to keep her eyes on your face. And as a result, with each passing second her blue eyes remain fixed downwards and her full red lips hang open, you find your initial instinctive terror of her vanishing… to be replaced by something else.
“Yes,” you say at last, answering her question.
Americana takes a deep breath. A slight blush appears on her cheeks, beneath her mask. But she still cannot help herself - her eyes remain glued to it, even as she slowly shakes her head.
“But… but… it’s HUGE!” the stunned Queen of Justice finally blurts out, still staring.
“So it is,” you admit.
Your tone seems to hit Miss Americana like a swat upon her well-rounded bottom. She gasps, and squirms. Then, with a tremble, she seems to recover herself. A sultry snarl spreads back across her noble face.
“What… what did you think you were doing with my sidekick?!” she asks. “I… I left you with specific instructions, not to… not to…” Her voice suddenly trails off, her lips trembling… as, her eyes have mysteriously taken another lingering downward detour, she suddenly seems to have a very large and throbbing obstruction blocking up her mind.
You shake your head, as if dealing with a slow student.
“First of all,” you inform her, “it wasn’t me doing things to your sidekick - it was what your sidekick was doing to me! And as for that - she was just giving me my proper reward. Isn’t that right, Flag Girl?”
Right on cue, having disentangled her limbs from where they landed in a heap on the floor, Flag GIrl pops back up - her pretty head rising back into view at the of the bed, level with her mistress’s curvy hip. Gaping upwards, she swallows nervously to gaze up at her mistress - but then, despite blushing deeply she slowly nods.
“That’s… that’s right…” Flag Girl says.
“Wh-what?!” Miss Americana gasps.
“Well, I mean… he did save my life!” Flag Girl gasps defensively. “We do owe him.”
“We… we do,” Americana admits. “But I brought him his reward!”
Down by her booted feet, at the base of the bed, lies the special bearer bond from the First Wade National Bank on it. You glance down at it briefly… and are stunned to see a set of numbers on it almost as mind-boggling as the measurements of the body she has presented before you. Almost. But, pushing that aside, you get your eyes back up and onto her face - or at least in the general jiggling vicinity.
“And she added on a better one,” you say.
Miss Americana takes a deep breath - one hand clutching to her immense breast. “I… I see…” she says. She swallows, and then lifts her chin higher. “And… and I suppose…” she hisses, “that… that you expect me to add that same reward on for you, as… as well. D-don’t you?!”
Even with all your newfound bravado, these words send a hurricane through your stomach. You briefly glance downwards, taken in her staggering bikini-straining body in awe… and your throat suddenly feels bone dry. But then, as your enormous penis throbs eagerly - drawing an awed little gasp from Flag Girl, who had been taking her turn to sneak a peek - you suddenly find yourself able to make only one answer.
“Of course I do, you dumb bimbo,” you say.
And, seized by a sudden manic energy, you reach out and slide a single finger down into the hip-strap of her tiny panties. Both Americana and Flag GIrl gasp, in shock. But, quivering, neither of them can seem to do a thing but look down and watch, their pretty mouths hanging open in disbelief, as you tug the mighty super-heroine’s proud and defiantly skimpy panty out until it is stretched out almost a full foot from her silky flesh. Giving her stretched-out thong a couple teasing tugs, you shake your head.
“God… do I have to literally tell you everything?” you ask her.
Then, you let her panties go. They fly back up against her flesh with a loud ‘THWACK!’
Miss Americana gasps in shock, as her panties snap back into place. She gapes down at you in disbelief, her voluptuous body swaying and squirming with the lingering aftershocks of being spanked with her own costume. Then, her face twists into a scowl, and she glares at you.
“You… you insatiable pervert…” she whispers, softly.
Slowly, she turns away - giving you a lovely view of her enormous yet flawless ass looming before you, swelling around her tiny thong. Then, slowly, those giant round buns sway back and forth… moving away from you. Moving with slowly and careful grace, Miss Americana walks back to the table where you sat, as you controlled her. Reaching out, she seizes the top of the laptop. Her fingers caress briefly back and forth across it, trembling. It has long since lost power and gone dark. Then, slowly, she closes the lid.
Bending down, Miss Americana comes to rest with her belly upon the table. Reaching up, she fingers the golden star-shaped catch of her bra… and then flicks it open. Her immense boobs surge forth to jiggle heavily atop the case of the laptop, caressing back and forth across it as she squirms.
Then, Miss Americana’s hands slowly creep back, and up onto the wide swell of her hips. Her voluptuous ass faces back towards you as she lies bent over upon the table. Slowly, trembling, the thumbs of her bright red gloves slip through the tiny hip-straps of her panties.
Craning her head back, Miss Americana gapes back over her shoulder. Her blue eyes widen. The expression upon her gorgeous masked face is as if she is stunned to see you there, watching her… and even more stunned at what she herself is doing. Her thumbs, hooked through her panties, quiver - having pulled each little hip strap out by a little more than an inch from her flesh. Then, with a groan, Miss Americana looks away, showing you the back of her raven-haired head. A moment later her hands, trembling, slowly hoist her little panties up and over her ass, and down onto her thighs. The crotch droops away, to reveal her pussy wetter than you have seen at any previous point in this night’s misadventures.
Finally, Miss Americana peels her panties down as low as she can get them without changing positions - leaving them down at the very bottom of her thighs, with the crotch dangling down to caress across the cuffs of her boots. Leaving them there, she lifts her hands back up, and lays them flat against the surface of the table. Her naked bottom waves back and forth a few times, giving you several glimpses of her naked pussy glinting between her thighs. Then, she turns her head, lays it down on the table, and glares back at you over her shoulder.
“Well?!” she asks, impatiently. “What are you waiting for?!” Her voluptuous bottom waves back and forth, impatiently, above her self-lowered panties. “Are… are you really going to keep a mighty heroine like me waiting?!” she asks, incredulously. “And… and after she offers you so… so precious and priceless a reward?!”
Recovering from your initial shock, you shake your head.
“Hold your horses,” you advise her.
For, although you were not foolish enough to display it quite so obviously, you can feel that like Flag Girl your long mutual session slamming into one another has left your legs a little bit shaky. You turn to the svelte blonde kneeling beside the bed.
“Help me get up and go nail your mentor,” you tell her.
Flag Girl gasps softly at this. She lifts a hand to her chin, and her lip trembles. “But…” she whimpers softly - her naked body shivering in dismay.
Looking at her pretty face, in an instant you divine the source of her reservations.
“Don’t worry,” you tell her. “Once I’ve come inside your mistress I’ll come back, and finish in you too,” you promise.
Flag Girl gasps - and then brightens immediately. “Oh!” she says. “Th-thank you!”
Rising up shakily, with the aid of her belt the lithe teen nevertheless has no trouble helping you to your feet. Stumbling over, you are soon in position directly behind Miss Americana. Reaching out, you seize hold of her hips - and marvel at how curvy, wide, and yet perfectly silky-smooth her hard flesh feels under your fingertips. Then, digging your fingers into her hips, you swing your own forward… and, with a little nudging guidance from Flag Girl’s hand, bring the tip of your immense cock up until you suddenly feel the warm wetness of Miss Americana’s pussy lips enveloping you from either side. Her head facing decisively away, as if unable to look back and see who is about to take her, Miss Americana shivers in anticipation before you.
You pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of your tip caressing up and down her unguarded pussy lips. Rearing her head back to look back over her shoulder, Miss Americana’s blue eyes stare up into yours.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks. Her buxom hips wriggle before you, a trickle of her pussy juices running out of her waiting snatch and down the underside of your penis. “Enter me, and claim your… your final reward!” she demands.
“Be patient,” you advise her. You coil your fingers tighter around the buxom swell of her hips, taking a firm grip. “And for the record,” you inform her, “this is hardly my final reward. More like… a good start. You still owe me much more.”
Miss Americana’s jaw drops, and her eyes spread wide behind her mask. “What?!” she gasps. “What… what do you mean, a g-GOOD STARR-”
But before she can finish, you suddenly thrust forward - slamming your enormous newly-enhanced penis deep up into her waiting wet pussy. Her vaginal gates quiver against you, briefly unable to take your girth - and then, finally submitting to your overwhelming force, they burst wide apart and start scraping up your immense shaft, as you steadily burrow deeper and deeper up inside her.
Instantly, Miss Americana’s outraged objection dissolves away into a stunned squeal.
“OH! M-my G-g-GODDESSSS!” she shrieks, her blue eyes spreading wide and then rolling loose in their sockets, as a titanic force like nothing she has ever felt before surges up into her.
After that, she is too busy screaming to talk back to you, for quite some time.
You proceed to nail Miss Americana - and to crush, ruin, and wreck her tender helpless pussy. Whenever you tire of one position, you move her into another. Screaming and moaning in awe, Miss Americana cannot resist in any way, and simply accepts anything you want to do to her. In due course, you thrust deep up inside her buxom hips, and unleash your enormous load inside her.
But it is then that you, and the two super-heroines, simultaneously discover another power Dragon Queen’s serum has given you, alongside your sheer enormous size. No sooner have you pulled out of her mentor than Flag Girl dives back down to her knees at your feet and, extending her pretty head ravenously, lays a series of eager laps and kisses to your penis.
“Oh… oh my Goddess…” Miss Americana whimpers, her eyes going wide. Lying in a cum-leaking wreck to one side, the Queen of Justice can only gape with a mixture of awe and horror upon her masked face as, within but a few strokes of her sidekick’s tongue, you are back up and at full extension again. Pushing Flag Girl down, you proceed to enter her as well. Still exhausted from your crushing performance inside her, Miss Americana is forced to watch as you fuck her sidekick’s brains out a second time, right in front of her. Finishing deep inside Flag Girl as well, you pull out… and go right back to her mentor. Gaping up at you in disbelief, Miss Americana nevertheless can do nothing to resist as you roll her over, spread her thighs and come back into position - your gigantic penis rock hard yet again by the time it once more nuzzles up against her pussy. Then her eyes roll up and she moans, as your huge shaft once more thrusts up into her… while her pussy itself clamps wildly around you, as if in joy to have you sinking deep up inside it once again.
You fuck the two of them over and over again - for hour after hour after hour. You do not tire, and neither does your cock. Enhanced by Dragon Queen’s serum, which was designed to allow its lucky recipient to do one thing and one thing only - wreck as much super-pussy as could be made available to it - you proceed to do just that. Under the relentless storm of cock you deliver into her Miss Americana can but squeal, and thrash - and beg for more. You move her about the room, fuck her any way you please, and she instantly obeys. You put her down upon her knees and fuck her face, or peel open her ass cheeks and impale her ass, as the whim takes you. And in response, she chokes on your massive girth, or screams in devastation as you annihilate her ass… and obediently opens up for more.
Finally, after many hours and many climaxes, even Miss Americana has become utterly exhausted by your superior stamina and endurance. Propping her up upon the bed, you take up position between her wide-spread thighs and proceed to nail her up against the headboard, over and over and over again. She squeals and moans, her head thrashing back and forth - her face looking almost drunk upon the twin intoxicants of exhaustion and ecstasy which you are continuously plowing up into her in equal measure.
At last, shivering continuously with pleasure as if drunk upon your long conquest, Miss Americana turns her head upon the pillow…and then gasps. Her eyes blink wide - as she finally sees the bright light streaming in through the window. With a yelp, a tremor runs through her and her eyes widen further still - as she realizes that you have literally been fucking her and her sidekick all night long.
Lifting her head off the pillow, Miss Americana gapes around the hotel room in awe. Everywhere, are splatters of stray cum, from the numerous times you have unloaded all over them - and yet still your balls remain undrained. Flag Girl herself lays sprawled spread-eagled atop the table, where you left her after your last fuck. The pretty blonde sidekick is awake, her eyes wide open… but moves not a muscle save for the slow rise and fall of her breasts. Between her wide-spread thighs, a waterfall of semen flows out of her cunt, spilling down the sides of the table.
"Oh... oh my God..." Miss Americana whispers... her head slowly turning back around. Her gorgeous face gapes up at you, shivering and blinking with what can only be described as awe. "Oh... oh Citizen!" she gasps. “You were right! I… I realize now… you were right!”
“Oh?” you say, curiously, still pumping away. “About what?”
She licks her lips, and moans in awe, as she takes another deep thrust.
“One… one night with my body is… is… nowhere near enough reward for you!” she whimpers. She shakes her head and trembles helplessly, under your continued thrusts. “For… for e-everything you have done for me tonight, I… I owe you more! Oh… m-much, MUCH MORE!”
Her voice rises into a squeal, and her thighs rise up and caress worshipfully around you, as get in a particular devastating thrust deep inside her tenderized cunt.
“That’s cool,” you say, casually. Reaching out, you squeeze both of her enormous breasts, running your thumbs idly around her tender large nipples - and enjoy the enthusiastic squeezing her pussy gives you, in response. “Like what?” you ask.
Miss Americana shivers, and moans. A deep blush spreads across her cheeks. But, thrashing under another devastating thrust from your cock, she ultimately cannot hold back.
“T-tonight, you have taught me much!” she admits. “Taught me that my… my fierce independence was… foolish! That… that I NEED s-somone like you… n-not just tonight… but e-EVERY night!” Lifting her head, she presses a kiss to her cheek, then retracts her head, her eyes blinking up into yours. “So… as my last reward…” she whimpers - her huge breasts rubbing vigorously against you, as she squirms under another stroke - “I… I beg you… c-come, and live with me, in my base. I… I will build a room for you…r-right next to my bedroom! And th-there you can c-command me… at-at your leisure… PERMANENTLY!”
Her head shoots back and she squeals in awe as, immediately after making this offer, her entire buxom body shivers with impaled pleasure all around you. Head rolling on her pillow, she pants softly, and then looks up at you in awe.
“I… I beg you, Citizen,” she whimpers. “Accept m-my… g-GENEROUS OFFER.” She licks her lips, her gorgeous blue eyes boring up into yours. “Please…”
You consider briefly… still rutting away upon her as you do so, of course. At one time, you probably would have jumped at such an offer… particularly since her mask has long since slipped and you are well aware, if you were not already, that it is the billionaire heiress Brenda Wade whose fertile womb you have been filling. But, your ambitions have swollen along with your new balls, and you find you cannot quite accept… not without asking for just a bit more.
“Sure,” you tell her. “On one condition.”
Leaning close - which is not a low-effort move, considering the massive size of her breasts jiggling up against you - you whisper it into her ear. Miss Americana gasps, her jaw dropping. For a moment, a look of pure horror dawns upon her face, and she shivers. But then, with another couple thrusts, you wipe that away. A few thrusts after that, she can only thrash her head up and down, vigorously, in delirious agreement.
“Oh… v-very well!” she squeals. Her legs spread and shiver to either side of you - opening herself up even more fully to you, as she accepts your offer. “I will do it! I WILL DO IT!”
“Good,” you say. “Now here’s your reward…”
Leaning forward, you kiss her on the lips. Moaning with pleasure, she kisses you back vigorously… as, feeling your slamming accelerate inside her, she prepares herself to receive your latest, utterly triumphant climax.
Several months later
You lounge back in your custom-built control room, adjacent to Miss Americana’s base. A vast room, it is not a metal chamber deep underground like the rest of her fortress. Instead, luxuriously appointed, it lies conveniently located near all of the main and guest bedrooms.
The entire wall to your right is windows. Outside, in the pool of Wade Manor, several sidekicks are cavorting and playing. They all have long since slipped out of their bikinis, which now lay in a row of little colorful heaps along the side of the pool. Splashing and soaking naked, they occasionally glance up towards the windows again and take deep breaths, as if constantly anticipating someone new might join them… and then, seeing no-one, turn disappointedly back to one another and resume their splashing play.
They will have to wait a little longer, however. Behind you, as you tap away at your console, a click comes from a heavy door. It cracks open, and Miss Americana sticks her head through.
“Apologies for disturbing you, Citizen,” she coos. “Your next appointment is here, and they have… a lot of words for you. Is now a good time? Or should I try to distract her for a while?”
You pause for a moment, studying the screens before you. There are a number of interesting things going on at the moment… but at the same time, the memory of exactly who is waiting entices you to go ahead and accept.
“No, that’s alright,” you say. Muting some moans coming from one of your screens, you whirl around, letting what is happening behind you quickly slip from your mind. “I have time,” you say. “Show her in.”
Miss Americana smiles.
“Very good, Citizen!” she purrs. She steps on into the room - in the process showing the very large swollen belly that currently renders her indisposed for any duty other than being your aide and secretary. Reaching down, she caresses her enormous bulge tenderly, while gazing at you. The baby kicks slightly, and she sighs. It is almost certainly less than a month before the future heir to her vast fortune is born. But then, remembering herself, she turns her head.
“Come in,” she commands. “Present yourself to your Controller.”
Entering after her through the door, head held high and strutting beautifully, comes the young heroine known as Amazing Babe. The gorgeous and extremely well-endowed eighteen-year old blonde, she struts up and stands over you - her mighty curvaceous body looming over you imposingly. Her ravishing face looks down from behind her star-spangled mask, while her white-gloved hands go to the hips of her little star-spangled shorts.
“Hello, Babe,” you say to her. “How did you find your first mission under my Control?”
Raising her chin, the gorgeous college-student-turned-superheroine sniffs disdainfully. “It was a complete disaster,” she says.
“Oh?” you ask. “How so?”
Amazing Babe’s mighty white-gloved hands tremble atop her buxom hips, while her face shivers with emotion. “Well, first of all,” she hisses, “I nearly lost to a bunch of common street thugs, even though I finally gave in and hit them exclusively with my breasts like you said to. Then, I spent all that time kissing those sorority girls - and Captain Chloro got away anyways! Then in the end, I ended up in the inner city - completely naked! I had to run all the way back to my base with my entire body exposed!”
“I see,” you say. “And what have you concluded from this?” you ask her.
Standing over you, Amazing Babe takes a deep breath, her gorgeous face shivering with the memories of her ordeal. With a great thump, she suddenly drops to her knees at your feet.
“I’m… I’m sorry!” the gorgeous blonde wails. Hands trembling against the floor, the kneeling beauty lifts her head up, her cheeks bright red, and gapes up at you in awe. “I.. I promise…” the buxom blonde whimpers, her voluptuous curves squirming voluptuously at your feet, “N-next time, I won’t ruin your masterful plan, by talking back, or asking questions! I will act like a good super-heroine should… and do exactly what I am told, n-no matter what!”
Standing over her, Miss Americana looks down at the busty kneeling heroine and shakes her head. “Those are nice words,” the Queen of Justice hisses. “But after the lip you gave him, you owe your hard-working Controller more than that. You need to prove you mean them… with actions!”
Shivering upon her knees before you, Amazing Babe licks her lips… her eyes turned downwards.
“I… I can do that,” she whispers, softly.
Hand upon her wide impregnated hip, Miss Americana taps a finger impatiently at the strap of her straining panty. “Then quit wasting time, and do so,” she commands her.
“Okay,” Amazing Babe whispers.
Sitting in your chair, you are wearing a loose robe that has long since fallen open. You are, of course, given all the visual stimulation you are being provided, fully erect. Stumbling forward, Amazing Babe puts both hands on the arms of your chair. Then, craning her head forward, she extends her tongue and begins lapping it up and down your immense member. She carries on for some time, getting it nice and wet. Then, she lifts her head up until her tongue is lapping right on the underside of your glans. She withdraws it briefly, her eyes still fixed up on yours.
“I’m sorry, my… my Controller,” she whispers. “Please take what I’m about to do as proof that I will forever behave towards you, like a good super-heroine should.”
Then, spreading her lips wide, she wraps them around you and proves her apology is genuine by reverently and worshipfully sucking your dick.
“Ah….” you sigh.
Even though you have no shortage of them now, getting a blowjob from an arrogant yet newly-chastised heroine is always a special pleasure. Amazing Babe’s blonde head bobs vigorously in your lap, as she slurps and sucks away. She whimpers, her mouth trembling, as she struggles to take your gargantuan girth and throat-dominating length. But she carries on, valiantly - putting far more courageous effort, frankly, into sucking your cock than she put into defeating her foes.
But if you are briefly rendered speechless by Amazing Babe’s succulent apology, Miss Americana, standing to one side, is not so affected. Hands on her curvy hips, she shakes her head angrily, her eyes glaring.
“That’s a good start,” she asserts, pointing down towards the kneeling slurping blonde. “But it’s still not good enough. Next, you need to prove you are ready to be properly trained to obey your Controller, the only way a heroine really can be. Are you ready for that, Amazing Babe?” she asks.
Upon her knees, lips down near your pubes, Amazing Babe whimpers. But then, she slowly nods - as best she can, with her lovely head and swollen neck having thoroughly impaled themselves upon your immense steel-hard shaft. “Mmm…hmm!” she lets out, in a soft thrilling whimper, around your choking veiny girth.
“Then hurry up, and show us!” Miss Americana snaps, finger tapping impatiently upon the skimpy strap of her panty.
Amazing Babe moans. But in seconds, shivering, she has moved to obey. Her hand first lifts between her enormous breasts, and undoes her top. She shrugs out of it, and deposits it between your feet. Then, still sucking, her hands slide back up and onto the buxom swell of her hips. From your perch above her, you get to watch her thumbs slowly peel out the sides of her tiny star-spangled shorts, and tug them up and over her bubble-shaped bottom and down her thighs… even as her tongue continues to coil and caress reverently around your immense mouth-silencing cock. At last, slipping out of her bottoms, Amazing Babe deposits them too in offering between your feet. Then, naked and on all fours, she crouches before you and sucks… and sucks… and sucks.
Americana nods, and finally looks satisfied.
“That’s good,” she says. “Now… are you ready to be trained?”
A shiver runs through Amazing Babe. Then, with a sigh, she slurps up off you. And slurps and slurps - her taut-spread lips shivering as they slowly travel back up the immense length of your cock. Finally, they pop free. Settling back onto her haunches, Amazing Babe kneels naked before you, and takes a deep breath - making her huge bare breasts slosh and jiggle upon her chest. Then, slowly, she nods.
“Yes,” she says. She squirms, and cannot resist putting a hand down to stroke over her broad naked belly nervously - and then slowly nods. “I… I am ready,” she says.
Stepping to one side, Miss Americana gestures towards the far end of the room.
“Then go and assume the proper position,” she says.
Beyond Miss Americana, in the corner of your Control Room, lies a large bed. Rising, Amazing Babe scampers over to it. Reaching the bed she turns, and sinks her generous naked bottom down onto it. She lies back, and in moments she is sprawled out upon its rumpled surface. Her pretty head is propped up on a pillow, facing back towards you, across her naked curves. Her mighty thighs spread wide out apart.
“I… I am ready,” Amazing Babe whimpers. To prove it, she reaches her hands down and caresses the exposed lips of her pussy. They are sopping wet. A shiver runs through her, as she begins stroking herself, and she mewls softly. But she continues to play with herself, her fingers growing more vigorous and invasive with each passing second.
“P-please, come train me… to be a good heroine” Amazing Babe begs, in a loud tremulous moan… even as her juice slickened fingers start to stroke faster and faster, upon her glistening pussy lips. "The… the way only you can!” she adds - and then peeling her pussy lips open, sends one trembling finger diving up inside, thrusting in and out as she squirms - as if showing you exactly what training she is so eager to begin.
Standing over you, hand stroking her swollen belly, Miss Americana smirks slightly. She glances down at you… and seeing something in your eye, slowly nods.
“That’s nice,” she tells the waiting, self-fingering heroine. “But, you need to learn patience! Your Controller will only come deal with you after he’s taken care of more important business! Do you understand?!”
Amazing Babe moans softly. Her head lying on the pillow, her already blushing cheeks turn an even brighter shade of pink. But, unable to resist, she slowly nods. "Yes…" she whimpers. "I… I'm sorry!" Then, with no other choice, she obediently peels herself further open and sends a second and then a third gloved finger driving up inside herself. Whimpering softly, biting her lip to avoid speaking, she diligently continues doing the hard work of making herself very very ready, for whenever you deign to come and begin her training.
Observing this, Miss Americana wiggles in satisfaction - her hand stroking with delight over her swollen belly. Ever since she became pregnant, she seems to take particular pleasure at each new heroine she sees put properly at your beck and call. Then she turns back to you, and smiles.
“Do you want me to uh, do a little serving of my own, while you see to your other affairs, my Controller?” she asks… and gives her full red lips a little ravenous, preparatory lick.
You shake your head. “You shouldn’t have to ask,” you tell her.
She nods, and smiles. Then, with an eager moan, she drops to her knees - a little more gingerly than Amazing Babe did, given her delicate condition. In no time, a second set of lips - less excitingly unprepared and yet far more skillful and experienced - have wrapped themselves around your immense shaft, and saved you once more from the terrible fate of not having a super-heroine sucking your penis.
Sighing, with the world thus set to rights, you turn once more back to your Control Center, and peruse your screens. Moaning softly, Miss Americana hobbles a bit on her knees, keeping in front of you as you turn - but this only causes the briefest pauses in the eager slurping and sucking she is providing to you.
Seated at your main Control Station in a plush rotating chair, three banks of gigantic monitors are arrayed before you, over the top of Miss Americana’s bobbing head - one dead ahead, and one each angled out to either side.
The screen to your left has been artificially subdivided into six sub-views, each one showing live footage of a critical location that must absolutely be monitored for potential criminal activity. One, for instance, shows the interior of a locker room where at that moment the Delta City University cheerleaders are changing out of their uniforms. After all, you never know when some villain might burst in and take them hostage, while they all have their panties around their ankles. Another shows the palatial bedroom of Axanna’s Morgan’s penthouse… where the gorgeous blonde heiress is at that moment in the midst of an illicit and potentially ill-advised makeout session with another heroine’s sidekick.
Perusing the screens idly, you make a mental note to have the new redheaded cheerleader with the big breasts invited to Wade Manor soon… but feel no particular urgency. You turn away from the left, and face the right instead.
There, upon a single large screen, you have live footage from inside one of the special new training rooms far below. Currently it contains Jungle Babe, Wolf Woman, and Lady Midnight. All three veteran heroines are practicing a very vital skill: performing a proper striptease, just in case they should need to do so in order to infiltrate a villain’s base. Somehow, through a mind-boggling bimbo-driven oversight, they had completely neglected this skill until you came along - so they are making up for it now with multiple hours of practice a day.
Finally, having again seen your fill, you turn back to the center screen. Upon this appears live footage from your current ongoing operation. With Miss Americana somewhat indisposed the other heroines have had to pick up some of the slack, and have done so magnificently. A team consisting of Hexanna, Got Gal, Alpha Woman and Shield has just successfully defeated the current villainous plot and destroyed the latest superweapon threatening Delta City - thanks to your guidance and assistance, of course.
Unfortunately, their refusal to follow directions and come back to you for an immediate debriefing has allowed the victorious beauties to immediately wander straight into a trap. At least, as far as they know. Objects of power lying useless on the floor around them and bikinis having been ripped away by force, all four triumphant heroines are currently on their knees, whimpering, as their lips and throat are sorely tested by oozing tentacles they didn’t see slithering up on them until it was too late. But it’s not all bad - the incident will serve as quite a useful lesson to them, to do as their Controller tells them. And, based on the way their lips are steadily getting better and better at accommodating the immense veiny objects being shoved down into them, they are learning a lot of useful skills in other ways too… for whenever it is you finally get around to freeing them.
As you take in each group, you sigh with pleasure - bathed simultaneously in the bobbing slurps of Miss Americana’s tiara-crowned head, and the whimpers and moist rhythmic noises rising up from where Amazing Babe waits trembling and impatiently behind you. At last, having confirmed that everything is going well, you turn once more, back to your original position. Hobbling along at your knees, Miss Americana gives you one more deep suck and slurps up and off you.
Putting a hand in to keep your cock and stroking it to keep it enthused, she looks up at you. Turning her head, she observes Amazing Babe, still pounding away inside herself, and then looks back up at you - and smirks.
“Well?” she says. She nods towards Amazing Babe’s waiting self-penetrated pussy - which is now so wet a verticable waterfall of moisture pours from her finger-squeezing vagina. “Are you ready to go train her, or would you rather keep her waiting a bit longer?” A devious smile slowly spreads across Americana’s lips, as she gives you another stroke with her hand. “Or… do you have something else in mind?” she asks.
“Hmmm…” you say. “Let me think a bit, first…”
Americana licks her lips. “Gladly,” she says. Spreading wide, she dives back down, and in seconds is once more worshipping your cock. Leaning back in your chair, you sigh with pleasure… and, as her tongue strokes reverently around you, idly contemplate your next choice of action.
THE END. - Whew! Apologies if I got carried away on the length for this one. Congratulations, you found the ‘secret’ path-dependent harem ending. The heroines of Delta City are yours to command, you’ve basically ‘won.’ But if you still hunger for more choice after that long non-interactive segment, feel free to go back and try again.
SECTION 0038
“Suck his dick,” you say. You hear her make a soft gasp, of shock. “Suck it now!” you command, fiercely, before she can object.
Within her cowl Americana’s eyes slowly drop down and stare at his raging package. Her eyes widen, quivering in awe. “Yes…” she whispers. She licks her lips. “Yes, you may be right…”
At her indecision, the Aberration’s eyes narrow. “Well, bitch?” he asks.
Ms. Americana breathes deep. “Can I…” she starts. Squirming, she toys with the hem of her robe, twirling it between her fingers. “Suck your cock?” she finally asks.
Suspicion instantly vanishes off the Aberration’s face, to be replaced by a huge grin.
“Sure,” he says. “Kneel.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. A shudder runs through her body, beneath the brief robe, and a dollop of slime oozes out of her pussy. “Of… of course,” she whispers.
Slowly, the buxom beauty sinks to her knees. Gracefully, she sets down the tray of tea beside her. Then, folding her hands atop her thighs, before her naked pussy, she squirms… her beautiful, gaping face directly before his speedo. Grinning, the Aberration slowly peels down his briefs and pulls out his gargantuan green cock. Her breath quickening, Ms. Americana wiggles atop her fertile jiggling hindquarters, and then licks her lips.
“What are you waiting for?” the Aberration asks. “Suck.”
“Yes… yes master,” Ms. Americana whispers. Another dollop of moisture slides out of her pussy. Lifting up on her gloriously buxom haunches, she slowly extends her tongue. Looking up into his eyes, she caresses her tongue around his tip. Slowly, she draws her tongue back and gapes at his glistening tip in awe. “Oh… Goddess…” she whispers. “So big…” Then, with a hungry sigh, she lifts her gorgeous face back up and begins pressing kiss after kiss to his huge cock. Her lips, coated in her slobber, wrap and quiver and smooch around his massive shaft again and again and, in between swirlings of her tongue, soon have him glistening from base to tip with her spittle. Then, with a deep sigh, she wraps her lips all the way around him and begins sucking his dick in earnest.
“Awww… yeahhhh…” the Aberration purrs, head rolling on his shoulders, as pure heaven slurps worshipfully up and down the first several inches of his cock. Chuckling, he reaches down and wraps his hand around the back of her head. “That’s good… slut…” he says. “But a ninja… should learn… to go… deeper.” Hand tightening on the back of her head, he shoves his hips into her.
“Mmpgh!” Ms. Americana moans, her eyes blinking down in shock. But it is far, far too late to back out now. Her throat bulges, and her over-strained lips quiver and spread so wide they nearly vanish, as his monstrous cock forces its way deeper and deeper down her gullet.
“Oh… yeah! Oh, yeah!” the Aberration laughs, cackling gleefully, as he pounds his long cock furiously in and out of Ms. Americana’s throat. “Here it comes, bitch! Take it deep!” Slamming into her all the way to the hilt, he roars with fury and unleashes a massive torrent of semen deep down her throat. His huge dick pulses again and again, as it unleashes blast after blast of cum down inside her. Ms. Americana moans and gurgles, but other than squirming fleshily upon her haunches she can do nothing but keep her straining lips open wide and swallow every drop. Finally, with a deep, satisfied sigh the Aberration retracts his limp tool from her ravaged gullet, and steps back.
“Thanks, bitch,” he purrs.
Cum running in rivulets down her chin, Ms. Americana gets shakily back to her feet. “Don’t mention it,” she says. Her body squirms under her robe. “Have I satisfied you, master?” she asks.
The Aberration smirks. “Nah,” he says. Reaching down, he strokes his cock. Helped by the superhuman size of his balls, it begins to swell again rapidly, lifting up before the stunned and gaping black-clad beauty before him. “Soon as I’m ready,” he says, “I’m gonna hollow out your asshole till they could use it like a telescope. Now, c’mere, and give me a kiss first.”
Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, slowly, she smirks. “Of course, sir,” she says.
Stepping up close, she lets him coil an arm around her buxom hip, and lets him grab her huge ass. His fingers creeping up under her robe, he strokes her massive shapely ass with eager anticipation. “Gimme some sugar, baby,” he purrs, down into her gorgeous cowled face.
“Yes master,” Ms. Americana purrs and, swinging her fist up sharply, delivers a ferocious sucker punch to the underside of his chin.
With a startled screech, the Aberration releases her and stumbles back in shock. His bell rung, his tusked head briefly wobbles upon his massive shoulders, dazed. Before he can recover, with a ferocious and gleeful cry, Ms. Americana sends her foot hurtling up between his legs and delivers a vengeful wrecking-ball-like strike to the gigantic swaying green balls that hang, defenseless, just beneath his glistening and recently re-erected penis. Folding up around her triumphant foot the Aberration whimpers, slides off, and lies still.
“Let that be a lesson to you, punk,” Ms. Americana coos. Then, picking up her tray once more, with one hand elegantly upon her buxom hip, she saunters past his groaning sprawled form and through the door he so ineffectually guarded. “When a super-heroine bestows you with her pleasures… don’t get greedy!” she adds, back over her shoulder. The door wooshes shut behind her buxom, barely-covered ass.
Within she waits, impatiently, hips swaying back and forth beneath her tiny pussy-exposing robe, as the airlock cycles. Then she gasps, her eyes opening wide.
Before her lies Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. The woman herself stands to one side, punching buttons on a huge console, as yet oblivious to the entrance of yet another of her meek servants. Behind her, strapped to a table, lies Flag Girl - naked. A gas mask covering her face, hooked up to fiendish pumping hoses, steadily doses her with the gas that is preparing her supple teen body for impregnation. Based on the tenting of her delicate nipples and the glistening of her blonde pussy, she only has minutes before she is completely ripe and ready. Behind her, in a huge glass case, towers the enormous purple mutant with whom she is presumably intended to breed. A gargantuan purple phallus over eighteen inches long dangles between his legs. Ms. Americana gasps at it in shock, her body trembling beneath her inadequate robe. Then, getting her mind back on her mission, she darts to one side and lifts her hand to her choker.
“Citizen!” she hisses. “I’m in. But, even if I defeat Dragon Queen and her mutant, I’m not sure if I can figure out how to stop the machines in time. If I don’t get it right, Flag Girl could become a completely brainless cock-craving slut… forever! What… what should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to creep up on Dragon Queen and take her out from behind, go to section 19.
To hit her with the most obvious come-back in super-heroine history, go to section 11.
SECTION 0039
“There’s no way you can fight that thing in such cramped quarters!” you say. “Get out of there! Get out of there now!”
Ms. Americana breathes deep, and her eyes widen as the panic in your voice swiftly infects her normally dauntless buxom body. “Y-you’re right!” she whispers and, gasping with fear, begins desperately crawling backwards… treating you to an exceptionally lovely view of her scantily-clad mound swaying back and forth between her flailing thighs as it desperately wiggles back towards your camera, like your previous view in reverse.
But, though she crawls with all her might, to her horrified shock Ms. Americana still finds the wiggling worm gaining on her steadily. “I… I’m not going to make it,” she says, on the verge of panic. “I… I’ve got to turn around. I can crawl faster that way!”
For the next several seconds, whimpering and moaning, Ms. Americana struggles to squeeze her huge breasts and fertile hips past one another in the tight spaces… while her face, gasping in horror, repeatedly darts to one side to see the wiggling giant worm grow closer, and closer, and closer. Finally, she is all the way around and, buxom thong-framing buns now facing towards the fast-advancing worm, resumes her wriggling and squirming escape.
She almost makes it. But, when Americana is just on the verge of the downward junction of the tube she crawled up through, when she is but seconds away from being able to leap away to the safety of open ground, the fetid worm lifts its maggot-like maw high and spits out two balls of sticky slime. With unerring aim each balls slams into Ms. Americana’s booted ankles… and, to the astonished heroine’s shock, congeal almost instantly, binding her ankles to the sides of the tube. She struggles and wiggles with desperation, her mighty buxom curves quivering with wild and pneumatic abandon… but remains bound firmly in place, her belly pressed to the cold steel. Though she is close enough that her blue eyes can gape down in horror straight down the shaft to safety, she cannot escape. Moments later, squealing with inhuman triumph, the huge worm crawls up on top of her still helplessly wiggling curves.
“Oh! Oh, Goddess, no!” Ms. Americana moans, as she realizes she’s been trapped.
She doesn’t get much chance to recover. Moments later, lifting its squealing maw high over her gaping gorgeous head, the beast spits two more balls of slime, directly onto her wrists. In seconds they too are bound, pinned tight to the corner of the junction between the horizontal tube down which it chased her, and the vertical tube through which she tried to escape. Then, worm-like body hunkering up on top of her hot, buxom, helplessly-wiggling curves, the beast hisses forth with glee as, between her pinned and opened thighs, it extends a long snaking mutant penis. The tip of its proboscis nuzzles her panty-clad mound almost tenderly, and then presses into her. WIth a clever twist, its barbed tip manages to wrench her panties aside, and it slams on up into her suddenly exposed and helpless pussy.
Ms. Americana’s gorgeous face, not exactly sanguine already, falls open and quivers in disbelieving shock. “Oh… oh Great Justice…” she whispers, her eyes wide.
Moments later, with a triumphant and titanic squeal, the worm slams its mutant member home, driving itself deep up inside Ms. Americana’s succulently tight and sopping pussy. With furious disgusting slams of its slimy maggot-like haunches against her shapely buns, it begins to fuck her furiously up against her precious escape hatch.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Ms. Americana rhythmically moans, eyes blinking and trembling within their sockets, in time to its brutal pistoning strokes. Her voluptuous body shakes and quivers helpless as it gets seen to – and there is absolutely nothing she can do about it but whimper, and tremble, and take it. For about twenty minutes the beast furiously ruts with its pursued and captured prey, its dripping mandible-like jaws letting out little alien shrieks of happiness from beside her beautiful, gaping, brainlessly cock-ravaged face. Finally, with a fell screech of delight, it slams its proboscis into her all the way to the hilt and sends its massive egg spewing down its delivery tube and up into her fertile and unprotected womb.
“Oh… Goddesssss…” Ms. Americana squeals as, at the feeling of her own foul impregnation at the hands of her maggot-like lover, she climaxes… helplessly. Her mighty buxom body shakes furiously under the slimy belly of her conqueror, and liquid spurts in furious showers from around her devastatingly wide-spread and deep-plowed pussy, as he gives a last few triumphant thrusts into her. Then, with a satisfied growl the worm pulls out. Crawling up and over her stunned and near-lifeless, gorgeous head, as it lies trembling at the edge of the downward tube, the worm slithers away down the tube she had tried to escape through, and vanishes.
Left alone, Ms. Americana lies in a curvy sweaty wreck in the air duct for a couple of minutes, her only motion an occasional pathetic wiggle of her once-mighty haunches and the steady drooling of the maggot’s slime out of her pussy. Then, with a soft sigh, she slowly lifts her gorgeous head up off the cold steel upon which it had lain, gaping. Her hair hangs sweaty and matted around her. She licks her lips.
“Oh, Goddess…” she moans, as she finds herself alone in the dark air duct. She tugs at the slime, but it holds. “I… I guess I have no choice,” she says, blushing. “I… I’ll have to call out, and get them to let me go. Being their slave will not be pleasant,” she admits. An extra dollop of slime slides out of her glistening pussy, at the thought of what capture by Dragon Queen’s goons might mean for her, and she pauses to breathe deep and lick her lips. “But,” she continues, “I… I guess I have no choice.”
But, before she can work up either the courage or the breath to do so, a scuttering sound appears in the duct behind her sexy naked ass. Turning her head, she gasps. Eyes wide, she watches over her shoulder in horror as, out from the little side duct she had been beside when first the worm appeared another mutant appears. This one looks like a cross between a preying mantis and a dog. Sniffing, it scans the duct with its feelers. Then, lifting its snout, it hoots with pleasure… and scamper straight for her trapped, helpless, wiggling pussy.
“Oh! Oh no!” Ms. Americana moans.
Hissing eagerly, the fiendish insect soon has its hooked claws on her naked thighs. Shoving them wide, it extends a long and segmented, spiny mutant proboscis and, like the worm before her, presses it to her leaking cunt. Another set of hooked claws presses to her buxom jiggling ass and, as it rubs its feelers and chitters with glee, repeatedly squeezes them together, making her huge silky buns bounce before it.
But worse is still to come. Even as she moans and squirms helplessly before the spiny penis poised eagerly at her cunt, Ms. Americana hears a buzzing in the distance. Her gorgeous head turns again… and gapes in still further horror as a swarm of four wasp-like mutants the size of large dogs swoop out of a side tunnel and soar up towards her. The lead insect, alighting upon the edge just in front of her, places its feelers on her gaping face and hisses with glee. Between its spiny legs its thorax tilts up to face towards her… and, from the center of its oblong hindquarters, yet another long mutant proboscis extends out… dripping a little of eager slime from its tip.
Ms. Americana gapes down at the waiting tip in horror. “Oh…” she whispers. “oh… no… no… NO-mggglh!!!” Her pleadings are cut off in mid-syllable as, with twin delighted hisses, the horny mutants at both ends simultaneously thrust their carapace-clad hindquarters forward, driving their unnaturally large and fiendishly shaped phalluses deep up inside Ms. Americana’s helpless cunt and luscious whimpering lips respectively. The rest of the flying mutant’s swarm skitter and flit eagerly about the heroine’s buxom, squirming impaled body… impatiently waiting their turns.
For four straight days Ms. Americana gets fucked in her little tunnel in the corner of Dragon Queen’s base, while the base’s normal denizens carry on their activities around her, oblivious. The smell of her well-used super-cunt draws every single mutant that has ever escaped into the sewers, ducts, or other various bowels of Dragon Queen’s laboratory, and each has its cackling deep-thrusting way with her several times over in turn. It is only when the buildup of spewing mutant cum starts to block the airflow that Dragon Queen’s minions notice a problem, and go to investigate… cackling in delight as they drag the slimy cum-smeared and brain-ravaged wreck that is all that is left of the Queen of Justice out of their air system.
Occasionally, in between mutant mouth-plugs eagerly slamming into her mouth, she gasps and softly begs you to call for help… but, deciding she is not thinking clearly with all that cum in her gullet, you decline to do so, preferring to maintain her cover. But, though she spends the rest of her life as Dragon Queen’s foot-stool and brood slave, one good thing does come out of Ms. Americana’s air-duct misadventure: the hours of footage you have of her getting fucked, once sold off on the black market, makes you very rich. You hope she appreciates her final heroic service, as she gets fucked over and over again by Dragon Queen’s mutant creations.
SECTION 0040
“I’ve… I’ve got to do something,” you say, staring at the screen. Observing the two buxom beauties sprawled, glistening and naked, your cock throbs painfully erect.
Fortunately, your brain has not been idle while you have been directing Americana’s systems. Realizing that without Dragon Queen to direct them the villainess’s defenses are much more vulnerable, you brazenly deploy some of Americana’s auto-hacks, and watch with delight as they bore through into her systems. Alarms flash upon Dragon Queen’s panel… but there is now no-one to respond to them. Seconds later full and utter control of her systems unfolds before your awed face, upon the sides of the screen.
With a few clicks you direct new flows of anesthetic into the mutant, ensuring he remains asleep, and reset the timer on Flag Girl’s countdown, doing likewise. Then, closing the laptop, you pick it up and slip out of the room.
The hotel Americana ensconced you in is in the heart of the worst of its slums, where normally only criminals and superheroines dare to venture. Clutching the laptop tight to your chest you look around nervously as you slink through trash-ridden shadows, towards the unused warehouse that conceals Dragon Queen’s base. But, though several hulking and unfriendly-looking figures saunter past in the darkness, none seem to spot you among the pitch black alleyways, and you reach the warehouse unmolested. Crouching behind a garbage-can you survey the entrance in dread. Though you can see none of them, you know dozens of Dragon Queen’s ninjas crouch in waiting around the entrance, ready to dispatch anyone who wanders near. Ducking back behind the shadows you open up the laptop again. In the pitch darkness its glow bathes your face, which still pants with both the residual exertion of your crouched run here, and with instinctive fear.
Through its built-in link to the Wade Telecom backbone, the laptop’s connection through to Dragon Queen’s systems remains unbroken. With a few desperate clicks you explore around her network. Finally, you click on a tab labeled ‘Mutant Pens’. Your eyes widen as you behold a roster of dozens upon dozens of horrific and monstrous creations… all held in pens within the warehouse. Many of them bear bright red warning labels beside them, indicating mutants so monstrous that, being beyond Dragon Queen’s ability to tame or control, they are as dangerous to friend as to foe… Breathing fast, you swiftly sort the list by that property, select all such mutants and, pausing briefly to override several security alerts trying to stop you from doing just that, release them all from their cages.
Still panting for breath, you whirl about on your ass and stare at the warehouse.
For several seconds, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, from within the warehouse a great hue and cry emerges. As if materializing out of nowhere a ninja pops to his feet just beside the entrance… and moments later screams like a little girl as a winged monstrosity swoops straight out of the open entranceway and plucks him bodily from the earth. Carried through the air, the ninja’s body wiggles pathetically as, screeching in glee, the monstrous winged mutant slams a gigantic and razor-sharp cock down the ninja’s throat, face-fucking and killing him at the same time.
Moments later a dozen more ninjas materialize, out of thin air… and scream as they are descended upon by a Lovecraftian horror of swarming tentacles, toothy maws, and ichor-dripping claws. Such is the variety and monstrosity of the mutants that it is impossible to tell, at this distance, where one begins and the next ends. In seconds, despite the lifetime they have spent honing their vaunted skills and honor, ninja after ninja is torn limb from limb. Heads fly, as do arms, and legs, and torsos, as they are chopped to pieces. Those who die swiftly are the lucky ones, for along with their maws and their talons each mutant also bears at least one enormous, alien-shaped, and eagerly cum-dripping phallus. Though tremendous in their variety of evil shapes and surfaces, the mutant’s cocks share one thing in common: they are all inhumanly and almost impossibly large.
Soon all that is left of the ‘battle’ is a horde of mutants, shivering and bobbing about as they eagerly ‘mate’ with those few hapless mutants who survive…and quite a few who don’t. From around the corners of the base, you can hear the loud squeals and whimpers of other ninja bands suffering a similar fate.
What do you do?
If you try to sneak past the mutants, go to section 16.
If you wait and see what happens, go to section 29.
SECTION 0041
“Why don’t we just sit back here and watch?” you say.
Ms. Americana gasps, deeply. “What?!” she hisses, her eyes flashing in disbelief.
“Yes,” you purr, into her ear through the microphone. “After all,” you point out, “she’ll do humanity far more good fucking every man she sees, than she ever would as some kind of useless excuse for a super-heroine!”
Ms. Americana’s face twists with outrage, and her buxom body trembles and jiggles with outrage. “How… how DARE you?!” she cries.
Then, moments later, with a deep gasp, Ms. Americana realizes her error. But it is too late. An instant later, as she gasps loudly in horror, two thick sheets of transparent glass slam down to either side of her, trapping the mighty and curvy heroine into the entranceway.
Within the sealed lab Dragon Queen stands, one nailed finger upon the button with which she has just sealed her disguised rival into the entrance, and a broad smirk upon her lips.
“Hello, Americana,” she coos, at the trapped heroine. “Nice to see you.” Her smirk broadening, her finger slides daintily over to another button, and presses it.
Directly over Americana’s head, a large plate in the ceiling slides to one side. The gorgeous heroine’s head turns upwards, and she gapes in horror. “Oh… oh no…” she whimpers.
Moments later a thick tangle of writhing mutant worms tumble down to utterly envelop the busty, silky-skinned beauty. Americana squeals, her mighty curves squirming and thrashing desperately. Yet she cannot defend herself in any way, as in seconds every inch of her luscious body is swarmed. Foul writhing worms squirm down inside her tiny robe, and in moments it shreds into tiny pieces around her jiggling flesh. Americana moans in horror and attempts to fight back amongst the swarming worms, but it is useless. Moments later one worm shoves its way straight up into her defenseless pussy, and then another up beneath her rounded writhing bun and into her anus. Her eyes spread wide, but before she can scream another worm wiggles its way through her trembling lips and down into her throat.
Whimpering, trembling, Ms. Americana sinks back and vanishes into the swarm of worms. Amidst their writhing slimy forms the last bit of her that is visible is her pussy, glistening and drooling with moisture as a foul mutant worm, like a gigantic maggot, pounds mercilessly and disgustingly in and out of her deep cavity. Then she is gone, utterly concealed behind the solid mass of writhing hissing creatures to which she has been consigned.
“Don’t worry,” Dragon Queen coos, to the whimpering ball of worm-ravaged flesh that used to be a proud super-heroine. “Once each has its way with you, they’ll leave you alone. That should only be a few hours or so. Barely enough to get you off, you dirty fucking slut!” Throwing her head back, Dragon Queen cackles and cackles and cackles, happily.
Her words prove prophetic. Unable to do anything else, you watch for hours, afforded every camera view you could want, as the helpless heroine gets fucked raw by worm after worm after worm. Her eyes roll and her buxom once-mighty body shakes, pathetically, as their disgusting bodies continuously slam in through her trembling lips, her jiggling ass, and her drooling defenseless pussy. One by one as they fuck their fill and deposit their slimy inhuman loads inside her, the gigantic maggots slither away to return to the recessed lair from which they ambushed her. When they are done, Ms. Americana is left a ruined wreck. Her brain gapes at the ceiling from beneath the ruins of her mask, her eyes wide and perpetually unseeing. Her pussy lips gape wide, a continuous stream of inhuman spunk vomiting up from her moist and quivering depths.
Standing over her and admiring her through the door, Dragon Queen spreads her legs wide, puts her hands on her hips, and cackles with glee. Behind her, Flag Girl is whimpering and gasping in awe as, hands wrapped around him with love, she is already engaged in her third eager fuck with the voluptuous villainess’s vile, rutting mutant. At last, upon that vista of utter heroine conquest, your laptop screen fades and then, as you finally lose power, goes dark – just as the final shadows of ignominious defeat have now drawn in upon Ms. Americana’s proud and illustrious career.
SECTION 0042
You don’t tell her anything. Instead, wrapping both hands around your meat, you beat off furiously to her jiggling body.
“C…citizen?!” Ms. Americana moans. Her eyes bug out in terror as she watches another tentacle rise up towards her – a hissing padded gas cup affixed to its tip. “What… what’s wrong? What are you waiting f-MGGLMM!!” Her voice is stifled to muffled squeals as the cup slams into place, sealing against her face.
As she wiggles and squirms, helplessly, sucking down more and more of the gas, two more tentacles rise up and slide into her panties. Ms. Americana whimpers and wiggles, but can do absolutely nothing as her panties are pulled away from her flesh… and then finally tear, fluttering down her thighs in a colorful shredded husk. Another rises up and slides into then effortlessly rips away her bra. Moments later yet another tentacle rises up… a huge steel dildo as its tip.
Ms. Americana moans in shock as the metal dildo makes first contact with her pussy, teasing her with its cold steel tip. But there is nothing she can do. She has swallowed too much gas already. With a mechanical screech the tentacle slams home, pounding the huge metal penis deep inside her helpless slit. Fluids splatter from her cunt, as Ms. Americana thrashes and squeals. In seconds the tentacle begins to pound furiously in her cunt. Twitching and squirming in perfect time to each and every thrust, Ms. Americana can do nothing but open wide and enjoy.
Finally, the gas cup withdraws from her face… too late. Behind it, Ms. Americana’s pretty eyes are left spinning behind her mask, and her lips hang open in devastated awe. Moments later a second tentacle tipped with a huge steel dildo descends and hovers before her face. Ms. Americana’s eyes turn up and stare at it, but barely seem to register what they are seeing. Her lips slurp together and then pop back open, hanging wide. With a second screech the tentacle shoots forward, plunging the huge dildo down between her obligingly opened lips. Ms. Americana moans, her lips spreading wide and trembling helplessly as the steel phallus pounds punishingly down between them. But, unable to help herself, within seconds the drugged heroine has begun eagerly sucking and slurping away, even as it pounds deeper and deeper down her throat.
For an hour you watch Ms. Americana get mercilessly and mechanically fucked. Finally the tentacles retract. Ms. Americana sinks naked to the floor and lies still, barely mobile. She hasn’t been gassed in an hour, but it doesn’t matter. She is so utterly exhausted her buxom muscular curves lie spent upon the floor anyways, the only motion the leaking of juices from her ravaged snatch and the rise and fall of her huge bare breasts. The door opens, and two ninjas come in and stand over her. They cackle, and then bending down, haul the naked conquered super-heroine to her feet. Her huge bare breasts sloshing upon her chest, Ms. Americana moans but cannot even muster the energy or will to resist as her hands are pulled behind her and she is bound. Reaching round, one ninja cups her massive right breast from below and gives it a honking squeeze. Ms. Americana gasps and wiggles a bit, her buxom ass shaking before them and before you, but makes no other response.
Looking up to the camera, one ninja grins. “Thanks, punk!” he says to you. Then, reaching down, he slaps Americana on the ass. She moans softly and, sweat-bedraggled head hanging low, obediently saunters forth to her future life as a ninja slave. Moments later the feed fizzles, and cuts out, just as her ass is led out of your sight.
SECTION 0043
“The large air-duct beside you goes straight into Dragon Queen’s lab,” you advise her. “Crawl through it and you can bypass your foes entirely.”
Ms. Americana smirks. “I knew there was a reason I chose you, Citizen,” she says.
Opening up a convenient covering, Ms. Americana slips inside the industrial-sized air-duct and slowly climbs up the maintenance ladder. At the top of the tube she slides over onto her belly, and begins to crawl forward. She creeps forward very slowly, her voluptuous curves sliding carefully atop the metal, so as to avoid making any sounds. Her slow pace, combined with the few cameras, provides you with many long continuous shots of her gargantuan breasts slowly jiggling closer and closer, and of her naked pussy slowly wiggling away, glistening, between her mighty crawling thighs.
But when she is halfway across the ceiling to Dragon Queen’s inner laboratory, at a junction where a smaller duct too narrow for her shoulders splits off to one side, Ms. Americana gasps in horror to see a grating before her slide open and a large, sinister worm, nearly the size of her entire body, slither down into the air duct ahead of her. “Oh… Goddess!” she gasps, her voluptuous flesh quivering in horror, as the glistening maggot-like beast starts to inch and wiggle towards her. “I… I should have known Dragon Queen would use mutants to guard her duct system. Wh-what should I do, citizen?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to crawl forward and fight the creature, turn to section section 54.
To tell Ms. Americana to crawl backwards and escape the creature, turn to section 51.
To tell Ms. Americana to take off her bra, turn to section 9.
SECTION 0044
“Strip off your bikini,” you chortle to her. “Do it now!”
Ms. Americana eyes narrow in outrage. “You-you pervert!” she hisses.
But then, just as she is about to launch into a tirade with regard to your deeply sexist attitudes, she suddenly gasps. She blinks up at the approaching disgusting worm, as if seeing it in a new light.
“Oh, Goddess…” she whispers. “Citizen, my deepest apologies. You are a genius! Since it has no eyes, the mutant must seek down pussy to mate with by scent alone. Which means…”
Going silent, Ms. Americana begins working quickly. Reaching back, with some difficulty within the cramped quarters of the duct, she works her panties up and over her ass, and down her thighs. Then, holding her tiny thong in her hand, she reaches up and delicately unclasps her bra. She gasps, as driven by the immense elastic force contained therein it promptly explodes, letting her massive melons surge down to caress the base of the tube.
But, with little time to waste, Americana continues working despite her sudden nakedness. Shrugging out of her open bra, she rolls over, reaches both her bra and panties down… and deliberately rubs them both, hard, up and down her drooling bare pussy. She gasps softly as she does so, her naked body quivering despite itself. Then, reaching out with the pussy-juice soaked bikini, she rubs it across the intersection before her, drags it down the smaller passage, and then tosses first her bra and then her panties as far as she can down the side duct. Then, buxom bare body jiggling, she slowly crawls backwards several feet.
Naked, trembling, Ms. Americana watches with bated breath as the huge worm slowly wiggles up to the intersection between the tubes. It’s maggot-like head cranes down, as if testing the floor. Then, lifting its head up it lets out a little hiss… and, turning, its slimy segments undulating sickeningly, wiggles away down the side duct. In its wake it leaves a trail of slime ten times thicker than the one Ms. Americana painted with her pussy-ooze-smothered costume.
Gasping, Ms. Americana wastes no time. Lifting up on all fours, she crawls forward with great haste – her buxom buns wiggling and her huge and now naked hooters bouncing and jostling deliciously beneath her. She pauses at the intersection, her gorgeous head gaping down the small side tunnel at the sight of the worm’s tail section… still wiggling away, oblivious. Then, biting her lip, she continues on, wiggling forward as fast as she can. Her nose wrinkles in disgust as she is forced to crawl forward through the worm’s slime, but she still does it. Soon, she has left the side tunnel and the worm far behind her.
Creeping forward through the large duct, at last Ms. Americana comes to an air vent leading down. Holding her breath, the naked heroine cranes her head down and peaks through the vent. Her luscious lips open with a soft quiver, and she takes a deep breath.
“We’re here,” she whispers. “Flag Girl is directly below.”
What she can barely see through the slats of the vent, you can see clearly on your alternate screen, from one of Dragon Queen’s security cameras. Below her lies a large laboratory. In the center, upon an operating table, Flag Girl is strapped down and naked. A gas mask is affixed to her face, through which the body-ripening gas is being steadily pumped into her. By the look of her erect nipples and glistening pussy, she is nearly ready for impregnation. To one side Dragon Queen herself stands, in a short silk qipao and high heels, tapping buttons on a console. Along an adjacent wall, looming over Flag Girl, stands a huge glass tank in which a gigantic purple mutant stands… presumably, Flag Girl’s impending lover.
“Alright, Citizen,” she says. “I have a plan. Through your control of Dragon Queen’s security system you should be able to set off an alarm elsewhere in the base – which will lure her away. That way I can retrieve my sidekick and be back here with no one the wiser.”
Eyes darting up to the top of the screen, you see the icon she is specifying. Clicking it brings up a diagram of Dragon Queen’s base, with a variety of places her computer can set off a false alarm.
“Choose a good location, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Ms. Americana says. “Do it quickly, Citizen. We don’t have much time!”
To set off an alarm in the outer perimeter of Dragon Queen’s base, go to section 61.
To set off an alarm in the inner sanctum of Dragon Queen’s base, go to section 27.
To refuse to set off any alarms, go to section 23.
SECTION 0045
“Since you already lost your panties,” you say, “why don’t you take a minute and play with that pussy?”
Ms. Americana’s jaw drops, and she shivers in shock. But a moment before her rage looks set to explode you get a sudden idea, and it promptly bursts out through your lips.
“Not for my pleasure,” you quickly deny. “For you. To help restore your spirit before you continue your mission, after losing half your costume.”
Ms. Americana ‘s lips twitch, and she squirms. But the string of angry words that was obviously about to surge forth from her noble lips die before she can get them out. Reaching down, she rubs a finger lightly over her flat, muscular belly.
“I… I don’t know,” she says. She puts one hand to her masked cheek. “I’ve never done that on a mission before,” she says.
For a moment you cannot believe her response. Then you notice the glisten of fluid on her muscular inner thigh, and the mystery becomes less mysterious. “Why not?” you ask.
Americana bites her lip and shivers. “Because I’m surrounded by enemies,” she says. The admission, however, causes the nipples visible through the cups of her giant bra to stick out further. She squirms, and looks around. “I… I cannot risk being caught in… in such an environment,” she says.
“I can keep watch,” you promptly say.
Eyes becoming focused again, Ms. Americana looks up and snorts. “Yeah,” she says. “You can keep watch. On me!”
“Nonononono,” you say. “I’ll turn off the cameras.”
“You will?” she asks.
“Of course, baby, of course,” you assure her, in the same tone you would use to convince a hot babe you’ve lured into your bedroom that you don’t really need to use a condom. You slide the mouse over to camera controls. Opening them, you discover you can turn the cameras off… or you can just turn off the little glowing red light that normally warns they are on.
For a moment, your mouse pointer hesitates. Can you betray the mightiest woman you have ever met? Then, upon your screen, Ms. Americana heaves an impatient sigh. With one hand she runs her fingers through her sable hair, while the other caresses nervously up and down her bare flat belly. In an instant your dick twitches, and makes the decision for you.
“Cameras are off, baby,” you say, as you turn off the warning lights.
“Really?” Americana asks, blinking in surprise. “You did that?” She puts a hand to her chin, then smirks. “I didn’t think you could bear to take your eyes off my tits,” she says. “You certainly couldn’t earlier!”
You swallow, your eyes nearly getting lost down her spectacular cleavage as it jiggles back and forth. “I did it,” you say. “For you, baby.”
Ms. Americana’s smirk broadens. “What a nice guy,” she coos. Then she heaves a sigh. She stretches. “I… I don’t know…” she says reluctantly. “I… I could use the confidence boost,” she admits. “But…” She doesn’t voice her concerns. Instead, her hand inches a little lower on her naked belly… but still doesn’t go all the way down. Between her muscular thighs, another shining droplet of moisture trickles down her sleek flesh.
“Don’t worry, baby,” you assure her. “I’ll warn you if any bad guys get close. You can do whatever you need to do to recover your spirit, without any worry about being caught.”
The corner of Ms. Americana’s full red lip quirks up. “I knew there was a reason I picked you, citizen,” she says. She takes a deep breath, and then sighs. “Alright,” she says. “I’ll take you up on your offer.” Settling back, she rests her shoulders against the wall, while her fingertips creep lower. “Keep time for me,” she says. “I… I just need a couple minutes to restore myself. Do not let me get lost in… in my head. Two hundred seconds… max! Any longer, and you have to stop me. And keep close watch outside! The last thing I want is to be surprised with… with my hands… down there.”
“Don’t sweat it, babe,” you say. Slowly, you zoom your main camera in until her body completely fills it, visible only from her chin to her thighs. “If… if anything stirs,” you say, studying her spectacular hourglass form with a dry throat, “I’ll spot it.”
“Good,” she purrs.
Then, she can resist no longer. A single finger dives down between her legs, and caresses over the tender lips of her pussy. Ms. Americana promptly lets out a tiny, mewling sigh, as her peril-excited pussy starts to get the attention it so desperately craves.
“Oh… oh Goddess…” she hisses. Her head rolls. The hand not stroking herself rises up and grips to the side of her face. “Oooh…” she coos. Her fingers, rubbing furiously at her tender nether lips, are soon shining with slick creamy juices. “Oh… Goddess…” she whispers, her head tilting back until it rests against the wall. “Oh… I need this… so bad…”
Unable to bear just teasing herself any further, Ms. Americana peels her pussy apart with two outer fingers, and sends her middle plunging up inside herself. She strokes right up along her front wall, tickling repeatedly at her own clitoris.
“Unh!” she whimpers, as she self-penetrates. Her head whips to one side, and her lips tremble, as her nether lips ripple under swift shallow thrusts. “Oh… ohhhh!” she moans.
She cannot resist escalating. Soon a second finger is pumping inside herself, then a third, wrapped in a tight bundle. Ms. Americana’s magnificent body shivers and shakes, as she sees to herself. Her buxom hips grind, as if she were astraddle a man and trying to take him for all she was worth. “Oh! Oh, GOD!” she gasps, as her bundled digits fly wildly inside herself. Fluids splatter from her pussy, forming a haphazard puddle on the steel floor between her shivering boots.
“Y-you’re really not watching?” she asks, after a bit. You glance up and are startled to see almost ten minutes have already passed. Then your eyes are drawn as if by magnets back to her body, and you forget all about that.
“No,” you tell her.
Her lips quirk up. “Good,” she purrs. Her free hand, the one not working away furiously between her spread thighs, inches down until it rests between her immense bra cups. She fingers her star-shaped bra catch. She smirks.
“I knew he was a nice obedient loser,” she whispers softly to herself. Her smirk broadens. “Too bad he’ll never really know what he’s missing.”
Without another word she pops open her bra. The huge cups burst apart, and her super-human jugs spill out. Trading out hands, her fresh one goes down to keep playing inside her pussy. Her tired hand, dripping with clear glistening slime, rises up and begins playing with the tips of her big bare breasts. “Oooh…” she sighs in awe, as her shining fingertip strokes round and round one of her tender, extended nipples. She gives it a squeeze, and shivers with pleasure, from the tips of her booted toes to the top of her tiara-clad head.
So engrossed are you in the show you are getting, you barely even notice the series of low snickers and chuckles that slowly starts to edge in beneath Americana’s moans. Suddenly, with a startled yelp, you notice a jet-black but obviously masculine hand that has crept from off-screen. It is almost ready to coil around Americana’s sleek muscular waist, by the time you spot it. With a gasp, you hastily zoom out… and gulp.
Surrounding Ms. Americana in the shadows, looking on with eager leers upon their faces, are a half-dozen of Dragon Queen’s ninjas. Every last one of the shadowy warriors sports a clear and giant boner through his jet-black suit, as he observes the busty super-heroine obliviously playing with herself before them. Two stand pressed against the wall, to either side of her. One, from her left, is reaching in silently towards her belt. The other, standing to her right, has a freshly loaded pad of chloroform held up and ready for her lips.
“Oh… shit…” you say.
“What… what is it, Citizen?” Ms. Americana pants. Her eyes closed and her entire body shivering, she can barely hear you over the sounds of her delicate pleasures, rushing through her head.
You swallow. You watch, helplessly, as the snickering ninja’s hand reaches closer and closer to her waist. It is far too late for a warning to do the proud super-heroine any good.
“I’m… I’m sorry…” you hear yourself say.
“What?” she gasps.
A moment later, the ninja’s hand darts forward and seizes hold of her belt. With a single skilled tug, he snaps it loose from around her hourglass-shaped waist, and jerks it away like he was snatching candy from a baby.
“OH! GODDESS!” Ms. Americana gasps. Her eyes fly open… and then spread wide, as she beholds a room full of her enemies leering at her. One ninja holds up her gleaming golden belt, and sneers. Another had the time to go and grab a high-end video camera Dragon Queen uses to record particularly delicious experiments, which he is busy training up and down her body.
Ms. Americana gapes back, in shock. The interiors of her mighty thighs shine like she’s just gotten done swimming. Every other inch of her spectacular shimmying body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Beside her, the ninja with the pad tenses, holding it ready to clamp over her lips.
But he needn’t bother. Faced with the sudden sight of her foes, caught with her hand inside her pussy, Americana’s brain seems to freeze up. Every part of her goes still. Every last part, that is, except one. Her naughty fingers cannot bear to stop. Caught red-handed by her enemies, they continue pounding away furiously in and out of her taut juice-leaking pussy, right before their very eyes.
The ninjas snicker. They giggle. Then, at the sight of Americana’s still furiously self-punishing hand, they break out into storms of laughter. They point, and shriek and howl with derision.
“Oh!” Ms. Americana gasps. A tremble runs up and down her body, as her enemies’ laughter lashes in all around her. “Oh….” She moans. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she shivers. “Oh… Great JUSTICE!” she shrieks. At that, she can no longer resist. Flooded by her enemies’ mocking cackles, she cannot stop something else from flooding through her in turn. “Oh, GODDESSSSSS!” Ms. Americana squeals, as a waferfall of fluids suddenly bursts from her pussy.
At this, of course, the ninjas laugh harder. The one with the pad withdraws it, points, and cackles.
Moaning, her eyes spinning in circles in her pretty skull, Ms. Americana’s shivering body sinks forward, and slumps onto her knees. At last, her hands slip out of her pussy. As they exit, rivulets of lubricant flow out of her, running in streamers down the insides of her thighs. Hands on her muscular moist thighs, the panting heroine gapes up at the ring of cackling ninjas in disbelief.
Grinning, one ninja produces a pair of handcuffs. Reaching out, he dangles it in front of her face.
“Oh… Goddess…” Ms. Americana whispers. Her jaw hanging open, she stares at the handcuffs in disbelief as they sway back and forth, just a few inches from her gorgeous face. But in the end, you allowed her to go too far. She stoked her own lusts too deeply, and destroyed far too much of her own energy with her orgasm, for her to resist. Slowly, she lifts her hands up… and puts them behind her back. Bowing her head, a deep blush on her cheeks, the mighty heroine crosses her wrists behind her buxom nude ass and waits patiently for her assigned fate.
With a delighted whoop, the ninjas dive upon her. Americana shrieks as almost simultaneously she is jerked to her feet and has the cuffs slapped down onto her wrists. Moaning, she stumbles back and forth wildly atop her shaky legs, her naked and now defenseless curves tottering pneumatically amidst her cruel enemies. Naturally, none of the can resist. Americana shrieks and wiggles as one ninja hand after another after another slams down onto her body – spanking her ass, or squeezing her breasts, or stroking her thighs, at their will.
Then the ninja who stole her belt steps forward. He strokes her head with one hand, while putting the other between her legs.
“Oh!” Ms. Americana gasps, quivering, as his fingers stroke her pussy.
“Nice,” he says, as within an instant her juices are dripping off the back of his fingers. He nods back, behind him. “You know what happens to you next, sweetheart?” he asks.
Americana heaves a slow breath. He’s so close, the tips of her huge breasts almost brush his chest. “Yes,” she admits.
“Good,” he says, sliding his hand around to the back of her head. He pulls her to him. Ms. Americana whimpers… but does not resist as their lips lock. She squirms against him, but her full red lips obediently kiss him back worshipfully as he squeezes her ass while giving her tongue. Then he jerks her away from him. She shivers beside him, her lips hanging open and quivering, eyes wide, panting in shock.
“Get this milk cow to the barracks,” the ninja jeers, “and let’s get her started!”
He swings his hand down onto her ass. Ms. Americana shrieks as she gets spanked. But, curvy muscular haunches moving obediently, she promptly stumbles forward. Her long booted legs showing very little resistance, she gets herded out the door while the ninjas follow, whooping.
“And send a team to kill that dipshit at the computer,” the ninja says offhandedly as he prepares to follow his prize. “I don’t want him watching while we have our fun.”
Uh oh. You feel a sudden cold lump in your stomach.
The laptop is almost out of power anyways. Hoping beyond hope it has the footage stored you slam it closed, and leap to your feet. With some difficulty you manage to stuff your raging stiffy back into your pants. Then, snatching the laptop up – unwilling to leave it and its astounding footage behind – you tuck it under your arm and hustle for the exit.
You have a slight head start. With any luck, you’ll make it.
SECTION 0046
“Get out of there!” you say. “Run while you still can!”
“Y-you’re right!” Ms. Americana gulps, her eyes wide. “I must lure them out, and take them on one by one!”
Whirling round, she sets about to do just that. But it is too late. Even as her buxom body turns a ninja hand slips in behind her big jiggling ass, and seizes hold of her belt.
“Oh! NO!” Ms. Americana gasps, gaping back behind her in shock. But it is too late. A moment later, with a triumphant cry, the ninja tears her belt away.
“No!” Ms. Americana moans. But she has set her course, and cannot go back now. Leaving her belt behind her voluptuous hips surge forward in a mighty bound, trying to at least get her de-powered panty-clad ass out of their clutches. But she barely gets three shapely strides before she draws to a jiggling halt with a gasp, as a ninja suddenly appears as if by magic before her, blocking her retreat.
“Ha!” he laughs, leering at her. “You cannot fight, and you cannot flee, big-breasted slut!” he purrs. “So soon – you will be fucked!”
“Never!” Americana cries, and tries to take a swing at him. But without her belt it is as if she is moving in slow motion compared to him. Her fist whiffs through empty air. Moments later, she can only gape down in shock as, gloating effortlessly, the ninja’s hand slides down into her deep sloshing cleavage. She stares at it in disbelief, feeling his fingers between her tits. Then, before she can do anything else, with a loud rip her bra is torn away, leaving her huge natural jugs to spill forth and jiggle on glorious and defenseless display.
“NOOO!!” Americana screams. Then, seconds later, as she gapes at her giant exposed jugs in shock, her buxom body is suddenly swarmed by a half-dozen ninja hands from behind. She wiggles and squeals, bucking like a rodeo cow, but accomplishes nothing more than to make her gargantuan naked boobies and big panty-covered bottom jiggle spectacularly as her arms are dragged behind her, and she is clapped in handcuffs. Moments later, a ninja hand clamps a damp pad over her gasping face.
“This should take some of the fight out of you, sweetheart,” he purrs into her ear. Whimpering, as his fingers stroke her mound through her panties, Ms. Americana cannot help but suck a deep lungful of it down – more than enough to tame her.
You watch – no longer able to do anything else – as Ms. Americana is dragged to the ground. She wiggles and whimpers, half-delirious from the gas, as her tiny panties are pulled up and away along her muscular legs. Moments later, a ninja cock is poised at the entrance to her pussy. The pad is pulled away, leaving her luscious lips quivering deliriously. When a second cock is pressed to her mouth it parts willingly, almost as if giving her jeering conqueror a delicate kiss.
For the next hour you watch, helplessly, as Ms. Americana gets done six ways from Sunday. Every ninja pounds her in every hole, several multiple times. She whimpers and moans as their long shafts ravage her throat, squeals in devastation as they demolish her big ass, and shudders helplessly in their arms as their superior ninja lovemaking techniques do indeed force her to orgasm time after time after time. With a trembling hand you can shift from camera to camera at will, getting a perfect view of everything. Finally every ninja has drained his balls dry – save for one final, special load.
Hands pumping up and down their dicks, the ninja squad gathers around their buxom fallen foe. With a collective gasp and cry, they come. Utterly wrecked and exhausted by her long sexual ordeal, naked Ms. Americana can do little but whimper and squirm as her enemies cum splatters down in waves across her naked, buxom, once-mighty body. Then, leaving her smothered in their seed, the ninjas turn and walk away.
As they do so, a couple lady ninjas drag out a second whimpering and naked white body. This one is Flag Girl. With a dismissive heave, they toss Americana’s sidekick out to lie, sprawled and naked, beside her fallen mentor. A river of cum pours from Flag Girl’s gaping and ravaged teen pussy… and, as she lies whimpering and spent beside her equally conquered mistress, her supple fertile belly is already starting to swell.
“Let that be a lesson to you, so-called ‘super-heroines!’” the ninjas laugh, as they walk away. “Feel free to come back for more – any time!” Cackling with glee, they file back into Dragon Queen’s hidden fortress, soon leaving Ms. Americana and her sidekick lying side by side, bound and naked and leaking cum, in the middle of the filthy slum. You are treated to the sight of their defeated bodies for another few seconds before, catching up with Americana’s security breaches, Dragon Queen’s cameras suddenly go dark to you.
SECTION 0047
“Go for his nads!” you tell her. “Remember how you defeated the Aberration!”
“Right!” Ms. Americana says, her eyes glittering eagerly.
However, in her momentary distraction as she talked with you Ms. Americana has left herself open… and in that second, a huge purple fist suddenly pounds into her gut. Air rushing out of her lungs, Ms. Americana doubles up around the huge fist and goes flying. She lands on her ass and bounces repeatedly. She shakes her head to clear it… and gasps, as she sees the huge purple mutant looming over her. Her eyes drop, and cross, taking in the gargantuan purple penis dangling down between its legs before her. Then, slowly, her ful red lips twist into a smirk.
“Sorry, big guy!” she says. “I’ve got you now!”
Reaching up, she wraps both gloved hands around its huge dangling unit, and then gives it a tight, twisting squeeze.
Under her clutching fingers, the huge mutant trembles. It’s gargantuan legs quiver useless to either side as her fingers mash and squeeze its precious oversized unit. Its massive rubbery head rolls and twitches upon its shoulders. Then, sinking backwards, it lets out an undeniable hoot of pleasure.
“Wh-what?” Ms. Americana gasps, her luscious mouth dropping open. As her fingers tremble upon it the huge schlong she is trying to abuse twitches, wiggles, and steadily grows in size. Soon she finds herself digging her fingertips in and stroking a fully erect and monstrous, diamond-hard beast of a penis.
“Ha ha ha!” Dragon Queen laughs. Hands upon her hips, she smirks. “My mutants are made to impregnate heroines,” she purrs. “Did you really think I would make their members as vulnerable as that of a merely human man’s?!”
“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasps. Then her face once more twists with rage. “Well,” she hisses, “if he’s not vulnerable there, I’ll try somewhere else.” Using her leverage on the beast’s huge schlong she slams her knees up into his giant hanging balls.
As Ms. Americana’s knees squish its enormous scrotum the great beast shudders. A long tongue lolls out of its eyeless face, and it gasps with delight. From out of the end of its rock-hard tip a squirt of watery pre-cum shot out, all over her gloved hands. Trembling, Ms. Americana pulled her hands off and held her drooling fingers up before her face, gaping at them in shock.
It is the last thing she manages to do before her downfall. With a howl of furious hunger the huge mutant seizes each of her wrists from out in front of her face and slams them to the steel floor with its immense strength. Ms. Americana gasps in shock as she is pinned to the floor. She gapes up at the huge mutant as it licks its lips, and slowly lowers down atop her body. Moments later, the tip of the huge penis she helped harden and prepare for it presses up against the drooling entrance to her sacred cunt.
“Oh…” Ms. Americana gasps, her eyes going wide. “Oh… oh Goddess… no…”
An instant later, with a gigantic honk of pleasure, the giant mutant slams its enormous schlong into her all the way to the hilt.
“Oh! Great JUSSSTIIICE!” Ms. Americana squeals, as she gets brutally and titanically penetrated.
For nearly the next hour you watch Ms. Americana get pounded into submission upon the floor of Dragon Queen’s lab. The great mutant is not a complex lover. It simply rides atop her buxom shaking curves and pounds her mercilessly with its gigantic phallus. This is still more than enough to force the screaming super-heroine to shudder through orgasm, after orgasm, after helpless soul-destroying orgasm, wriggling and squirting helplessly upon its enormous pounding pussy-demolishing penis. Finally, with a great roar, the beast rears back, slams into her to the hilt with the force of a cannon shot, and unleashes a gargantuan firehose stream of cum up into her fertile and defenseless womb. Ms. Americana whimpers and quivers in awe, shaking helplessly with her most devastating climax yet, as she gets filled to the brim with her mutant enemy’s potent seed.
In the intervening hour, while she got fucked and fucked and fucked, every enemy Ms. Americana had defeated in her passage through Dragon Queen’s base had recovered and gathered to watch her get nailed, along with all the others she bypassed. As the great mutant pulls its huge limp member out of her and then rises and stumbles back, they break into a storm of whooping and ribald cheers. Ms. Americana whimpers and groans. But, utterly exhausted by the mutant’s pounding fuck, she can do nothing but lie sprawled and naked before them and quiver, slightly, as a river of cum spurts and shoots from her ravaged pussy out onto the floor.
“You may not have found my mutant’s weak point,” Dragon Queen taunts down at the fallen super-heroine, sneering, “but looks like he found yours!” She cackles, as do all her minions. Then she smirks, her dark eyes glittering. “Now bind her boys!” she commands. “Make her my slave!”
Ms. Americana cries out in shock, but prostrate, naked, and exhausted by her long punishing fuck, she proves as helpless as a lamb. Before her sleek and mighty, buxom curves can do a single thing to defend themselves one male ninja has darted in and seized her belt. He rips it away from her voluptuous fertile hips with a single stroke, and with a lightning crackle Ms. Americana’s mighty body is depowered. Before she can even finish gasping in horror at her downfall, a lady ninja has pounced down upon her face and slammed a fresh pad of chloroform, which the black-clad beauty had eagerly prepared in advance, onto their captured foe’s gorgeous face. Eyes blinking in shock, Ms. Americana wriggles and squirms… and then gradually gives in, her mighty curves sinking to the floor and then lying still as her eyes flutter closed. By the time her voluptuous wiggling attacker withdraws the pad a few seconds later Ms. Americana’s eyes are closed and her lips hang open slightly in sweet slumber – utterly helpless.
But Dragon Queen is not done with her foe yet. “Get her ready!” she commands to her minions. Efficiently, they obey. As you watch, helplessly, Ms. Americana is dragged to her feet, her lips gagged, and her hands bound firmly behind her voluptuous cum-leaking hips. At Dragon Queen’s direction a post is brought in and affixed to a receptacle in the floor, and Ms. Americana is bound to it. She was given only a little gas and, as she begins to wake, her naked curves squirm gloriously against the cold steel behind her while, utterly unprotected by her bound arms, her huge flawless breasts shake and shimmy spectacularly before her wiggling torso. Finally, with a soft sigh, Ms. Americana wakes up… and her eyes go wide.
She is surrounded. All of Dragon Queen’s minions stand in a ring around her, watching and waiting eagerly. Several of the ninjas have their cocks out and are stroking them eagerly, or getting the service done for them by their shapely female counterparts. Flag Girl lies directly before her, still bound and spread-eagled upon the table. Oblivious to all that has transpired, the shapely blonde teen squirms and sighs softly beneath her mask.
“Are you ready?” Dragon Queen purrs. She stands in pride of place beside her buxom heroinely captive. Reaching down, she lets her hands stroke eagerly up and down the helpless super-heroine’s buxom wiggling curves, as she licks her lips in anticipation. “Are you ready to witness my ultimate triumph?”
To one side, upon the large screen over Dragon Queen’s control console, a large green icon is blinking. Beside it, in big white letters, read the words: Subject’s Womb Ready.
Squirming in helpless gas-befuddled confusion under the slender mocking hands stroking her ass and her tits, Ms. Americana blinks her eyes once, twice, three times in confusion. Then, suddenly, they spread wide.
With a soft hiss, the gas mask covering Flag Girl’s head cracks open, and automatically retracts on its sinister hoses. A flush of gas hisses out around the sides, before the mask comes back to reveal Flag Girl’s pretty, and bewilderedly-blinking face. Before her vision can clear a ninja girl ducks forward and, bowing demurely, affixes a pair of blinders to either side of her face, so that like a horse the dumb blonde cannot be distracted by objects to either side of her… such as her wiggling gaping mistress, for example.
The precaution is scarcely necessary. At the foot of her bed the huge mutant stands, stroking itself eagerly. At the prospect of a hot teen fuck its gargantuan member is already fully hard once more, and it hoots with pleasure. Squirming, Flag Girl stares up at it in shock, her eyes going wide and her young lips trembling. Then, making the steel table creak, it slowly crawls up onto the bed atop her. Flag Girl whimpers, her supple shapely body trembling helplessly before it.
Then, slowly, with a soft whirr, the heavy restraints binding her wrists and ankles retract. Flag Girl breathes deep, eyes blinking in shock. At the tips of her large flawless breasts, her pink nipples are fully and delicately extended. Between her sleek thighs her teen pussy glistens and drools with oozing moisture. She squirms, her thighs rubbing together beneath the huge beast.
Then, with a moan of soft pleasure, Flag Girl gives in. Spreading her long sleek legs wide, she lifts them up and wraps them, adoringly, around the waist of her huge bestial lover. Her little hands, trembling, dive down between her legs and seize its huge member. She strokes it, her little fingertips trembling in awe as they trace its inhuman length and girth. Then, biting her lip and whimpering with desire, the horny little teen slowly guides the tip of its gargantuan member up, and presses it to her pussy.
“Mmmph!” Ms. Americana moans into her gag. Her bound buxom body wiggles desperately at the sight… but all this accomplishes is to set her gargantuan naked breasts to bouncing and sloshing delightfully before the snickering criminal audience, and her epically rounded buns to rub and slide deliciously against the post.
Grinning, Dragon Queen leans over and lays a mocking kiss upon the horrified super-heroine’s cheek. “Oh come now,” she coos into her would-be rival’s ear, as her hand shamelessly squeezes and pinches the buxom heroine’s gargantuan, helplessly wiggling bottom. “You know you love it.” Grinning, she lifts her lips and gives the heroine’s ear a little tongue, then draws her full red lips back in close with a huge smirk. “Watch carefully now,” she coos. “Once you get properly prepped with the gas, you’ll be going back on next.”
Then, with a bestial cry, the huge mutant slams its hips forward, driving its gargantuan penis deep up inside Flag Girl’s shapely helpless hips. Her head slamming back, the svelte little sidekick trembles and squeals in awe as she gets penetrated. Her long legs coiling tight around him, she immediately starts pulling her bestial lover in tight, helping him slam even deeper up inside her taut teen cunt. Ms. Americana can only watch helplessly as her sidekick eagerly grinds back up against her conqueror… fluids drooling from her pussy, to know she will be next.
As the heroine beside her bleats and blinks and watches in helpless horror, Dragon Queen smirks… and slowly turns her eyes to look right up into your camera. “Thanks,” she coos, eyes glinting. “We couldn’t have done it without you.” She tosses a mocking kiss up to the camera. Moments later your screen goes dark, with Flag Girl’s orgasmic moans of submissive and dominated pleasure being the last things to echo through your speakers
THE END. Uh, oh… looks like you completely and utterly failed Miss Americana, and got her captured by her greatest rival. Well, damn. Hopefully someone got something out of that. When you’re ready, clean up and try again!
SECTION 0048
“I’m… I’m sorry,” you say. “But, I can’t figure out how…”
“Id-idiot!” Ms. Americana moans. Her eyes bug out in terror, as she watches another tentacle rise up towards her – a hissing padded gas cup affixed to its tip. “Just… just drag it to the tentacle and then MGGBLFF!!” Her voice is stifled to muffled squeals as the cup slams into place, sealing against her face.
As she wiggles and squirms, helplessly, sucking down more and more of the gas, two more tentacles rise up and slide into her panties. Ms. Americana whimpers and wiggles, but can do absolutely nothing as her panties are pulled away from her flesh… and then finally tear, fluttering down her thighs in a colorful shredded husk. Moments later yet another tentacle rises up… a huge steel dildo as its tip.
After her panties ripped away, Ms. Americana’s struggles briefly subside as the gas starts to take hold. But as the tip of the huge dildo starts to nuzzle against her pussy, her squeals and thrashes suddenly renew them-selves four-fold. But despite her best efforts the mechanical dildo tracks her wiggling cunt effortlessly, sliding back and forth through her delicate drooling folds no matter how they try to escape.
But much as it might please you to see Ms. Americana get nailed, you realize that if the big metal dildo is allowed to thrust inside her she will swallow so much gas, there’s no way she will recover. So just as it slides into final position, just as Americana trembles in anticipation of her impending penetration, you finally seize the little blinking icon and drag it over to the tentacle.
Upon the screen, Ms. Americana’s buxom muscular body wiggles helplessly, whimpering, as she prepares to take it deep and hard. Then suddenly, with a descending whine, the tentacles freeze and then wilt. Ms. Americana’s voluptuous hips tremble as the huge beast poised at her entrance briefly vibrates within her quivering folds, and then descends… trailing a streamer of her own glistening moisture as it does so. With a sigh the tentacles binding her wrists and her ankles relax and give way. Gasping, Ms. Americana shoves the gas tentacle away and then stands, wobbling, atop her long bare legs, holding her spinning head. Her eyes roll. Then, with a deep intake of breath, she slowly raises her head.
“Thank you,” she says. “You… you could have been faster, but I still owe you one.”
Kneeling down, she picks up her tattered torn panties and stares at them forlornly. They are ruined beyond repair. Then, with a soft sigh, she lets them drop, and watches the remains of her bottoms flutter back to the steel tentacle-laden floor. Gas continues to pour out of the disabled cup-tentacle but, swirling in hazy streamers down near her feet, it does not cause any immediate concern.
With her naked glistening pussy on display, Ms. Americana creeps to the door, pushes it open a crack, and peeks through. She hisses, and then slowly settles back into the darkness. Lifting her hand to her neck, she activates her choker microphone.
“It is as I feared,” she coos. “Dragon Queen has hired a notorious mercenary – the green thug known as the Aberration – to guard her inner sanctum. I could attempt to take him on directly. Or… perhaps there is another way. What do you think, Citizen?”
If you tell Ms. Americana to charge the Aberration directly, turn to section 31.
If you tell Ms. Americana to try to sneak through the airvents, turn to section 43.
SECTION 0049
“The large air-duct beside you goes straight into Dragon Queen’s lab,” you advise her. “Crawl through it and you can bypass your foes entirely.”
Ms. Americana smirks. “I knew there was a reason I chose you, Citizen,” she says.
Opening up a convenient covering, Ms. Americana slips inside the industrial-sized air-duct and slowly climbs up the maintenance ladder. At the top of the tube she slides over onto her belly, and begins to crawl forward. She creeps forward very slowly, her voluptuous curves sliding carefully atop the metal, so as to avoid making any sounds. Her slow pace, combined with the few cameras, provides you with many long continuous shots of her gargantuan breasts slowly jiggling closer and closer, and of her buxom buns wiggling away, her thong-clad mound perfectly displayed between them.
But when she is halfway across the ceiling to Dragon Queen’s inner laboratory, at a junction where a smaller duct too narrow for her shoulders splits off to one side, Ms. Americana gasps in horror to see a grating before her slide open and a large, sinister worm, nearly the size of her entire body, slither down into the air duct ahead of her. “Oh… Goddess!” she gasps, her voluptuous flesh quivering in horror, as the glistening maggot-like beast starts to inch and wiggle towards her. “I… I should have known Dragon Queen would use mutants to guard her duct system. Wh-what should I do, citizen?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to crawl forward and fight the creature, turn to section 18.
To tell Ms. Americana to crawl backwards and escape the creature, turn to section 39.
To tell Ms. Americana to strip off her bikini, turn to section 44.
SECTION 0050
“So… if we don’t save her now Flag Girl will become a total slut, forever?” you ask.
“Yes!” Ms. Americana gasps.
“So, if nothing changes… what’s the problem?” you ask.
Ms. Americana gasps softly, in shock, to be so insulted. Then her gaze darkens. “I… I will ignore that comment,” she hisses, with a steely glare.
Her voluptuous hips whip back and forth beneath her too-short robe with agitation, and for a moment she seems to struggle to compose herself.
“Now,” Ms. Americana hisses, her eyes flashing, “if you’re not too busy thinking up nasty put-downs, perhaps you have a REAL suggestion?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to creep up on Dragon Queen and take her out from behind, go to section 19.
SECTION 0051
“There’s no way you can fight that thing in such cramped quarters!” you say. “Get out of there! Get out of there now!”
Ms. Americana breathes deep, and her eyes widen as the panic in your voice swiftly infects her normally dauntless buxom body. “Y-you’re right!” she whispers and, gasping with fear, begins desperately crawling backwards… treating you to an exceptionally lovely view of her leaking naked pussy quivering between her flailing thighs as it desperately wiggles back towards your camera, like your previous view in reverse.
But, though she crawls with all her might, to her horrified shock Ms. Americana still finds the wiggling worm gaining on her steadily. “I… I’m not going to make it,” she says, on the verge of panic. “I… I’ve got to turn around. I can crawl faster that way!”
For the next several seconds, whimpering and moaning, Ms. Americana struggles to squeeze her huge breasts and fertile hips past one another in the tight spaces… while her face, gasping in horror, repeatedly darts to one side to see the wiggling giant worm grow closer, and closer, and closer. Finally, she is all the way around and, delicious buxom buns now facing towards the fast-advancing worm, resumes her wriggling and squirming escape.
She almost makes it. But, when Americana is just on the verge of the downward junction of the tube she crawled up through, when she is but seconds away from being able to leap away to the safety of open ground, the fetid worm lifts its maggot-like maw high and spits out two balls of sticky slime. With unerring aim each balls slams into Ms. Americana’s booted ankles… and, to the astonished heroine’s shock, congeal almost instantly, binding her ankles to the sides of the tube. She struggles and wiggles with desperation, her mighty buxom curves quivering with wild and pneumatic abandon… but remains bound firmly in place, her belly pressed to the cold steel. Though she is close enough that her blue eyes can gape down in horror straight down the shaft to safety, she cannot escape. Moments later, squealing with inhuman triumph, the huge worm crawls up on top of her still helplessly wiggling curves.
“Oh! Oh, Goddess, no!” Ms. Americana moans, as she realizes she’s been trapped.
She doesn’t get much chance to recover. Moments later, lifting its squealing maw high over her gaping gorgeous head, the beast spits two more balls of slime, directly onto her wrists. In seconds they too are bound, pinned tight to the corner of the junction between the horizontal tube down which it chased her, and the vertical tube through which she tried to escape. Then, worm-like body hunkering up on top of her hot, buxom, helplessly-wiggling curves, the beast hisses forth with glee as, between her pinned and opened thighs, it extends a long snaking mutant penis. The tip of its proboscis nuzzles her leaking pussy almost tenderly, and then slowly peels her open.
Ms. Americana’s gorgeous face, not exactly sanguine already, falls open and quivers in disbelieving shock. “Oh… oh Great Justice…” she whispers, her eyes wide.
Moments later, with a triumphant and titanic squeal, the worm slams its mutant member home, driving itself deep up inside Ms. Americana’s succulently tight and sopping pussy. With furious disgusting slams of its slimy maggot-like haunches against her shapely buns, it begins to fuck her furiously up against her precious escape hatch.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Ms. Americana rhythmically moans, eyes blinking and trembling within their sockets, in time to its brutal pistoning strokes. Her voluptuous body shakes and quivers helpless as it gets seen to – and there is absolutely nothing she can do about it but whimper, and tremble, and take it. For about twenty minutes the beast furiously ruts with its pursued and captured prey, its dripping mandible-like jaws letting out little alien shrieks of happiness from beside her beautiful, gaping, brainlessly cock-ravaged face. Finally, with a fell screech of delight, it slams its proboscis into her all the way to the hilt and sends its massive egg spewing down its delivery tube and up into her fertile and unprotected womb.
“Oh… Goddesssss…” Ms. Americana squeals as, at the feeling of her own foul impregnation at the hands of her maggot-like lover, she climaxes… helplessly. Her mighty buxom body shakes furiously under the slimy belly of her conqueror, and liquid spurts in furious showers from around her devastatingly wide-spread and deep-plowed pussy, as he gives a last few triumphant thrusts into her. Then, with a satisfied growl the worm pulls out. Crawling up and over her stunned and near-lifeless, gorgeous head, as it lies trembling at the edge of the downward tube, the worm slithers away down the tube she had tried to escape through, and vanishes.
Left alone, Ms. Americana lies in a curvy sweaty wreck in the air duct for a couple of minutes, her only motion an occasional pathetic wiggle of her once-mighty haunches and the steady drooling of the maggot’s slime out of her pussy. Then, with a soft sigh, she slowly lifts her gorgeous head up off the cold steel upon which it had lain, gaping. Her hair hangs sweaty and matted around her. She licks her lips.
“Oh, Goddess…” she moans, as she finds herself alone in the dark air duct. She tugs at the slime, but it holds. “I… I guess I have no choice,” she says, blushing. “I… I’ll have to call out, and get them to let me go. Being their slave will not be pleasant,” she admits. An extra dollop of slime slides out of her glistening pussy, at the thought of what capture by Dragon Queen’s goons might mean for her, and she pauses to breathe deep and lick her lips. “But,” she continues, “I… I guess I have no choice.”
But, before she can work up either the courage or the breath to do so, a scuttering sound appears in the duct behind her sexy naked ass. Turning her head, she gasps. Eyes wide, she watches over her shoulder in horror as, out from the little side duct she had been beside when first the worm appeared another mutant appears. This one looks like a cross between a preying mantis and a dog. Sniffing, it scans the duct with its feelers. Then, lifting its snout, it hoots with pleasure… and scamper straight for her trapped, helpless, wiggling pussy.
“Oh! Oh no!” Ms. Americana moans.
Hissing eagerly, the fiendish insect soon has its hooked claws on her naked thighs. Shoving them wide, it extends a long and segmented, spiny mutant proboscis and, like the worm before her, presses it to her leaking cunt. Another set of hooked claws presses to her buxom jiggling ass and, as it rubs its feelers and chitters with glee, repeatedly squeezes them together, making her huge silky buns bounce before it.
But worse is still to come. Even as she moans and squirms helplessly before the spiny penis poised eagerly at her cunt, Ms. Americana hears a buzzing in the distance. Her gorgeous head turns again… and gapes in still further horror as a swarm of four wasp-like mutants the size of large dogs swoop out of a side tunnel and soar up towards her. The lead insect, alighting upon the edge just in front of her, places its feelers on her gaping face and hisses with glee. Between its spiny legs its thorax tilts up to face towards her… and, from the center of its oblong hindquarters, yet another long mutant proboscis extends out… dripping a little of eager slime from its tip.
Ms. Americana gapes down at the waiting tip in horror. “Oh…” she whispers. “oh… no… no… NO-mggglh!!!” Her pleadings are cut off in mid-syllable as, with twin delighted hisses, the horny mutants at both ends simultaneously thrust their carapace-clad hindquarters forward, driving their unnaturally large and fiendishly shaped phalluses deep up inside Ms. Americana’s helpless cunt and luscious whimpering lips respectively. The rest of the flying mutant’s swarm skitter and flit eagerly about the heroine’s buxom, squirming impaled body… impatiently waiting their turns.
For four straight days Ms. Americana gets fucked in her little tunnel in the corner of Dragon Queen’s base, while the base’s normal denizens carry on their activities around her, oblivious. The smell of her well-used super-cunt draws every single mutant that has ever escaped into the sewers, ducts, or other various bowels of Dragon Queen’s laboratory, and each has its cackling deep-thrusting way with her several times over in turn. It is only when the buildup of spewing mutant cum starts to block the airflow that Dragon Queen’s minions notice a problem, and go to investigate… cackling in delight as they drag the slimy cum-smeared and brain-ravaged wreck that is all that is left of the Queen of Justice out of their air system.
Occasionally, in between mutant mouth-plugs eagerly slamming into her mouth, she gasps and softly begs you to call for help… but, deciding she is not thinking clearly with all that cum in her gullet, you decline to do so, preferring to maintain her cover. But, though she spends the rest of her life as Dragon Queen’s foot-stool and brood slave, one good thing does come out of Ms. Americana’s air-duct misadventure: the hours of footage you have of her getting fucked, once sold off on the black market, makes you very rich. You hope she appreciates her final heroic service, as she gets fucked over and over again by Dragon Queen’s mutant creations.
SECTION 0052
“Try to seduce Dragon Queen, and find out how to shut down the procedure safely,” you tell her.
Ms. Americana gasps, softly. Her hands holding her tray of tea tremble… as, down below, a little dollop of nervous moisture suddenly flows out of her exposed pussy. “I… I don’t know…” she whispers, biting her lip.
“She makes her lady minions dress like that for a reason,” you point out, mercilessly. “Use it against her!”
At the idea of hoisting her nemesis upon her own naughty petard the flood of lesbian butterflies fluttering through her flat sexy belly suddenly disperse to be replaced by a gooey warm glow. A confident smirk slowly spreads across Ms. Americana’s lips.
“Of course, citizen,” she purrs. And, with a confident wiggle in her buxom partially-exposed bottom, she struts forward.
At the loud clack-clack-clack of her servant’s high heels upon the steel floor, Dragon Queen looks up. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of the jiggling shake approaching, clearly visible through the large gaps in her minion’s straining robe, and her lips open in awe.
“Do… do I know you?” Dragon Queen asks, as her servant approaches.
“I am… new,” Ms. Americana assures her. Remembering her reports that Dragon Queen was involved in sex trafficking from the Russian Far East, she attempts a Slavic accent - badly. Fortunately, based on her awed gaze, Dragon Queen appears too distracted to care. “Fresh off boat.”
Almond-shaped eyes wide, Dragon Queen’s gaze dart downwards, and she licks her luscious lips. “Clearly,” she says, her gorgeous gaze fixed in awe upon Americana’s vast and barely-covered, naturally-jiggling breasts. “My agents must have searched half of Siberia to find the likes of you…”
Ms. Americana smirks slightly, despite herself. Though she can’t speak her thoughts aloud, the expression half-visible through her ninja cowl makes it obvious that the phrase ‘this is going to be easier than I thought’, or something much like it, is currently running through her decorative noggin.
“I brought tea for you, mistress,” Ms. Americana says. She hoists the little tray slightly, behind her gargantuan jiggling rack. Her smirk broadens. “But,” she purrs, “given your mood… perhaps there is other way I can serve?”
“That’s it,” you whisper, pouring honeyed words into her ear through her little microphone. “Get her right where you want her. Then she’ll be eating out of your hand.”
Awed, Dragon Queen takes another few seconds to gape up and down her newest and most buxom minion’s staggering body. Then, slowly, a deep smirk spreads across her gorgeous Asian features.
“Of course,” the wicked villainess coos. Reaching down, she tugs up the hem of her little qipao, revealing a well-trimmed bush and healthy pussy, both half visible beneath a tiny black lace panty. “Go onto your knees,” she purrs, “and show you can worship me, like the living Goddess I am!”
Ms. Americana stiffens. Beneath her mask her sultry smirk suddenly flattens into a strained, fixed smile, as the proud trembling heroine suddenly realizes what ‘seducing’ her enemy is likely to mean. But, with one last tremble through her buxom barely-covered curves, she realizes she has no choice.
“Yes, mistress,” the Queen of Justice whispers, demurely. Bowing her head, she drops to her knees, and daintily lays her tray aside. Then, crawling pneumatically up between Dragon Queen’s shapely outstretched legs, she settles down into her wiggling place between her feet, and delicately lifts her head. With one hand she slides a single finger up under Dragon Queen’s panties, and delicately tugs them aside, exposing the villainess’s naked drooling snatch. With the other, she tugs down the front of her mask, careful not to expose the second one she still has hidden underneath, unveiling her own lusciously thick and opulent red lips.
Then, at the last second, gaping in shock up into the villainess’s waiting drooling pussy, an attack of nerves suddenly wiggles its way through her fertile kneeling flesh.
“Citizen,” she hisses as softly as she can, slipping one finger stealthily up under her half-fallen hood to touch her choker-mike. “I… I have her exposed and helpless before me. Sh… should I attack?”
Before her waiting lips Dragon Queen’s tender labial folds quivered slightly, in waiting anticipation, and a little glistening dollop of moisture slid out to run down her sleek dusky thigh.
Feeling excitement trembling between your fingers, you find yourself able to make only one reply. “No!” you croak, barely able to speak through the anticipation surging through you. “The… uh…” your brain thrashes desperately for any excuse to watch the two voluptuous beauties service one another, and instantly alights on a convenient lie. “The, uh, computer indicates if you attack, monsters and gas will instantly be released. You… you have to make her want to give you the code… the only way you can!”
Ms. Americana swallows heavily, eyes still glued to Dragon Queen’s waiting pussy. Then, with a soft swallow, she briefly nods her pretty if remarkably gullible head. “Un… understood,” she whispers, and slowly withdraws her fingers from her throat.
“What are you waiting for, my minion?” Dragon Queen coos, from where she towers, smirking, high above her exceptionally curvy kneeling servant. Reaching down, she slips two long-nailed and painted fingers up into her pussy, and delicately spreads it wide before her unknown foe. “Have you not done this before?”
Ms. Americana breathes deep, huge occidental breasts heaving beneath her brief oriental robe. “Yes, mistress,” she lies, softly, eyes still glued to the villainess’s waiting slit. Her buxom hips wiggle, nervously, atop her heels. “I… I was just…” she whispers. She pauses briefly, licking her full lips, her throat suddenly dry. “Just… overwhelmed… by how beautiful it is.”
“Mmmm…” Dragon Queen purrs, smirk broadening as she soaks up the rote flattery. “A worthy excuse,” she admits. Her fingers spread a little wider, opening her waiting cunt even more before Americana’s awed and staring eyes. “But do not allow your awe to make your mistress too impatient!”
“Yes, my queen,” Ms. Americana whispers.
Lifting her head high, she extends her long glistening tongue out of her lips and slides it delicately up into Dragon Queen’s waiting slit. “Mmmm!” Dragon Queen purrs, quivering with delight, as her rival’s moist organ starts to wiggle and squirm between her pussy lips. She withdraws her painted fingers from her cunt, allowing it to close tight around Americana’s tongue. Rising up to her head, she strokes them around her chin and purrs with pleasure.
Trapped between her enemy’s legs Ms. Americana whimpers slightly, her buxom hips quivering beneath her brief robe… and does her best to worship her wicked pussy. Her tongue, quivering hesitantly with the unfamiliar taste of evil cunt, slides and bats delicately within Dragon Queen’s taut slick lips. She thrusts in as deep as she can, while her plush lips kiss at Dragon Queen’s moist labial exterior. Then, extracting to just the tip, she repeatedly swirls and laps her tongue up and around the evil villainess’s erect and delicate little clitoris. Shuddering with delight, Dragon Queen sighs and coos with pleasure. Then, closing her lips tight, Ms. Americana begins to suck, hard, upon her nemesis’s clitoris, her luscious red petals pulsing against her as if she is trying to slurp juices up out of a straw.
“Oooh,” Dragon Queen sighs, as she got her little clit worshipped by her rival’s full and luscious lips. Her head rolls, and her naughty lips smile broadly. “Mmm… more of that… please!”
Between her thighs, Ms. Americana whimpers, softly, and her blush deepens. But, left with no choice, she dutifully quickens her pace. Her tongue swirling energetically, she bats and laps it repeatedly around the villainess’s clitoris, in between dives back up inside her quivering lips, and sucking slurps upon her clit. Pouring as much worshipful energy as possible into her delicate tongue-work, the Queen of Justice does her upmost to please her trembling rival.
By way of reward, Dragon Queen reaches down and places both long-nailed hands gingerly upon her beautiful servant’s black-cowled and delicately bobbing head.
“Good…” she purrs, her broad and fertile hips thrusting back ever so slightly into her rival’s swirling tongue. “But I sense… hesitancy…” she purrs, as the delicious tongue between her nether lips quivers, almost fearfully, upon her mighty evil clit. “And inexperience…” Slowly, the dark villainess’s lips twist up into a broad sneer. “Here,” she coos, “let me give you… encouragement.” And, tightening her grip upon the back of her pretty head, Dragon Queen suddenly yanks Americana’s noggin tight up in between her thighs, while thrusting her own muff down, furiously, into the disguised heroine’s lovely whimpering face.
Underneath her mask, Ms. Americana’s eyes grow wide as she is crushed up into her enemy’s stank. Yet, she can react only one way. Trembling upon her knees, juices leaking from own bare pussy, she sets about thrusting and slurping and sucking with as wild abandon as she can manage into Dragon Queen’s pussy, desperately seeking to make the voluptuous villainess cum. Yet, though she gives it her all, and causes Dragon Queen to quiver and gasp with pleasure as she towers above her, such was her inexperience in the ways of the pleasure slave that she can no more force her enemy over the edge and into climax than a toy car could force a mighty sports cruiser to plummet off the highway and into a sopping ditch.
“Mmmm,” Dragon Queen purrs as, still miles away from orgasm, she nevertheless enjoyed with relish the swirling and servile pleasures being delivered between her moist and quivering lower lips. For several minutes, gasping and sighing softly in the little lab, the voluptuous villainess squirms and moans as the lapping tongue of the servile super-heroine trapped between her thighs continuously seeks to give her pleasure. Finally, with a tiny shiver, and a little gasp against her shoulder, the cutest and most pathetic orgasm ever trembles through the Asian mistress’s sleek and towering curves. Ms. Americana whimpers, eyes blinking wide into her rival’s pubes, as from Dragon Queen’s quivering pussy a little splash of moisture explodes down to shower across her cowled face. But, meager as it is, the minor climax is still enough to draw a patronizing smile across her broad and evil lips.
“That’s good,” she purrs, down to the sighing and silenced, swirling super-tongue between her pussy lips. “Here… why don’t I give you a little treat?”
Reaching out a trembling hand, Dragon Queen hits a button upon her console. From the front edge, below the keyboard, a little metal drawer purrs as it withdraws. It is about two feet long, and six inches deep. Feeling Dragon Queen’s other hand relax and then withdraw from behind her head, Ms. Americana senses she is being allowed out. Giving Dragon Queen’s dripping post-orgasmic pussy one last swirling lap with her tongue, she withdraws and, her own face moist and gasping, cranes her head up curiously over her ‘mistress’s’ thigh and gapes down inside.
Within the little drawer, stretching from one end to the other and in a perfectly fitted compartment as if it is mint in the box, is an immense double-ended strap-on. One end, the end inside the harness, is a satisfying yet reasonable eight inches long, molded into a near-perfect facsimile of a circumcised male penis. The business end, stretching out well in excess of twelve inches and monstrously thick to match, is covered in so many bizarre nodules and hoods it looked like the penis of some sort of monstrous alien beast.
Ms. Americana gapes in disbelief, her lips dropping open and quivering wide. Seeing the awed look upon her minion’s lips beneath her cowl, Dragon Queen smirks. Reaching out a hand, she strokes her fingers down the huge beast with relish.
“It excites you, doesn’t it?” she asks her buxom kneeling servant. She traces a single painted nail around the very tip, and grins. “Makes you horny, to give your mistress pleasure and be shown utter domination, at the same time?”
Ms. Americana takes a deep breath, her eyes wide. Yet, her buxom body squirming beneath her little robe, juices leaking from her own bare pussy down between her mighty kneeling thighs, she can see no alternative. “Yes, mistress,” she says softly, eyes still tracing back and forth across the huge double-dildo in disbelief.
“Good,” Dragon Queen purrs. With an exaggeratedly dainty motion she withdraws her long-nailed hand, and stabs a single finger down onto another button. Across the room, a long panel slides out from beneath the floor, and a bed slowly rises up to waist height, identical to and just beside Flag Girl’s. “Then go, and assume the position.”
Ms. Americana takes another deep breath, her huge bare breasts visibly jiggling and jostling, with all their silky ponderous weight, beneath her barely-clasped little robe. Through the thin silk fabric her large nipples, tenting out slightly, are clearly visible at the tips of her heaving bosom. “Yes, mistress,” she finally says again, licking her moist lips nervously.
With the grace of a mighty heroine, or a dancer, Ms. Americana’s lithe yet spectacularly curvy body slowly rises to its feet. Turning, she struts away, elegantly, towards the waiting bed. And as she does so she hastily slips a hand up under her dark cowl, and with a desperate yet hushed whisper, calls out to you through her choker.
“Citizen!” she hisses, voice trembling with shock. “If… if she fucks me with that huge thing, I’ll be devastated. You… you have to find a way out for me! Is it safe to attack?!”
Yet once more, you find the aching excitement in your pants will not permit you to answer truthfully. You swallow, suddenly realizing your mouth is bone dry. Your mind, of its own accord, races for and finds an answer.
“No,” you hear yourself say, almost as if listening to a recited script. “You… you must do it, Ms. Americana. You have no choice!”
“But…” she gasps, her voice trembling in fear… as, from beneath the swaying hem of her tiny robe, trickling juices flow out of her imperiled pussy and slide glistening down the interior of her mighty thighs.
“No buts!” you say, cutting her off, admiring hers as it sways and jiggles beneath her robe. “Your super-pussy can handle it, Americana. I have faith in you! And, once you have worn her out and exhausted her, you will find her utterly compliant and willing to tell you what you need to know!”
At this, Ms. Americana lets out a soft gasp. And then, at last, faintly visible beneath her dark mask, her luscious lips once more twist into a confident smirk. “You’re right, citizen,” she whispers. “I’m a super-heroine. I’m sure to emerge triumphant!”
Withdrawing her hand from her hood, Ms. Americana turns around and, gingerly, slides her buxom naked buns up and onto the cold steel bed. Eager to conceal any clue to her secret identity, alongside all her other instincts towards modesty, Ms. Americana keeps a hand on her waist,holding the robe closed, as she slides over and lays herself out upon the bed.
Not one to waste time, as her huge-breasted minion strutted and silently whispered Dragon Queen was busy extracting and buckling on the strap-on. Now, gasping softly, she slowly pulls the final strap tight across her own buxom bare hip, pulling the eight-inch inner dildo deep and locking it tight inside her juicy quivering pussy. Then, sauntering forward, the huge business end of the strap-on bobbing and swaying like a bowsprit before her, she comes to stand at the foot of Americana’s bed, and smirks down at her.
“Spread,” she says.
Ms. Americana breathes deep. Then, slowly, she obeys. Her long leg separate, lift, and then arc far out to either side, opening up like parting curtains of a stage to expose her own glistening drooling pussy to Dragon Queen’s leering gaze. As her thighs spread they pull the robe open so that, soon, it starts to come apart entirely around her. Holding it desperately closed over her waist, Americana cannot stop it from spilling out everywhere else. Her huge tits are soon protruding through the open top of her robe, their extended nipples dancing in little spirals and wobbling circles before Dragon Queen’s evil leer.
Grinning eagerly, huge strap-on bobbing menacingly before her, Dragon Queen climbs up onto the bed and puts her hands on Americana’s shoulders. Her buxom well-rounded hips wiggling deliciously, she gently probes forward with her enormous unit until the tip nudges blindly through Americana’s leaking, helpless nether lips – drawing a deep gasp from the disguised, recumbent heroine.
“Ready?” Dragon Queen coos, as her fingers coil tightly enough around her servants shoulders to press her painted nails painfully into her silky skin.
Americana shivers, and whimpers softly. She cannot help herself. Her silky ultra-buxom body trembling in anticipation, she slowly opens her mighty thighs wider, giving Dragon Queen easier access to her helpless cunt. Her arms reach up and clutch the top of the bed, propping herself firmly in the line of fire.
“Yes,” she whispers, softly.
“Good!” Dragon Queen laughs. And, with a delighted cackle, she suddenly slams her voluptuous hips home hard, driving the humongous strap-on deep into Americana’s defenseless cunt.
“Oh! Great JUSSSTICCCCEE!!!” Americana squeals, her head shooting back and her jaw dropping open in awe as, as if in imitation of her upper lips, her lower ones are blasted wide apart and a gargantuan length of thick knobby brutal cock slams its way up into her tender slit.
“What was that?” Dragon Queen purrs, as she grinds her huge strap-on in the deepest depths of Ms. Americana’s pussy.
Shuddering in awe around the huge beast dominating her tender interior, Ms. Americana licks her lips and blushes slightly, as she realizes her mistake. “I… I mean…” she whimpers, struggling to get words out of her quivering upper lips as her lower ones get massacred, “I mean… please do justice to my pussy… mistress…” she finally begs, as drooling juices of eager and ravaged lust pour from her absurdly impaled slit.
Dragon Queen’s lips turn up into a devious smile. “Of course, my minion,” she purrs. And, as requested, begins to slam away brutally, her own curvy voluptuous hips pumping vigorously, as she slams her huge plastic meat back and forth through Americana’s lower gates.
“OH! Oh, God! Oh, GODDESS!!!” Americana moans, her eyes rolling in her hooded skull, as she gets fucked. Hard.
“Are you liking this, my pet?” Dragon Queen purrs, stroking her minion’s shuddering, black-clad head like that of a devoted slave.
As they fuck, the heroine and the villainess’s voluptuous bodies sink deeply into one another. Their sleek sexy bellies, coated with a faint sheen of sweat, rub and caress delicately together as Dragon Queen’s huge beast slams and slides devastatingly within Americana’s quivering cunt. Dragon Queen’s large breasts, meanwhile, come to rest jiggling atop Americana’s enormous pair, her delicate extended nipples waving back and forth before the mighty heroine’s awed face. Americana’s lips hang agape, staring at them… and trembling, slightly, ever time Dragon Queen’s massive shot slams cruel and hard into the deepest depths of her cunt.
“Y…ye…YES!” she finally moans. Then, unable to help herself, she thrusts forth her gorgeous head and, extending her luscious lips and glistening tongue out from beneath the dark hood of her cowl, begins to worshipfully slurp and kiss and lap in little reverent circles about her ‘mistress’s’ delicate rounded tips. Her legs spread even wider, as if begging for more savage punishment from Dragon Queen’s immense knobby dildo.
“Excellent,” the dark villainess purrs. A huge grin spreads across her dark, sweaty face, as she pounds and pounds brutally up her minion’s squirting tight channel. The smaller interior end of the dildo ensures that she gets plenty of pleasure herself, and her juices leak down between her thighs to mix with Americana’s at the base of the latter’s bulbous, bouncing bubble-shaped ass. Reaching down, she eagerly groped and stroked her minion’s gargantuan boobies, caressing and scraping at her tender jiggling flesh teasingly with her long painted nails. “Now be a dear,” she purrs, “and put your hands a little wider, and lift those feet up.”
Withdrawing her drooling lips from her ‘mistress’s’ tits, Americana blinks up in surprise and confusion from beneath the edge of her cowl. “Wh-why?” she asks softly, her head having a hard time even focusing on the request as her brain gets pounded to mush by the huge stir-stick ravaging her tender boiling channel.
Dragon Queen’s indulgent smirk darkens into a glare. “Have you forgotten your place, slave?!” she asks, indignantly and, as if to drive her point home, pulls out to just the tip and then slams in an exceptionally hard and brutal stroke. Ms. Americana’s pussy quivers in ravaged awe, and her jaw drops open as her eyes spread wide.
“No… NO, MISTRESS!” she moans. And, mighty muscles moving automatically, she immediately shifts her hands over until they clutch tight to the corners of the narrow bed, clinging on for dear life as another devastating thrust lands deep inside her, and then another, and then another. Her trembling legs, meanwhile, lift up obediently until her slender ankles are pressed to the side of the bed at its lower corners, also trembling under each and every deep stroke.
“Gooood…” Dragon Queen purrs, pumping merrily away. Then, reaching around the side of the bed, she taps a button.
Instantly, solid steel restraints shoot out of the sides of the bed and encase Ms. Americana’s wrists and ankles. The mighty heroine gasps deeply, in shock.
“Wh-WHAT?!” her voice booms, for the first time in a while carrying the shocked and stentorian bellow of an outraged super-heroine.
But it is too late for her.
“Surprise, bitch!” Dragon Queen cackles. And, with a lightning motion before the captured heroine can react, her hand darts up underneath the little black robe her ‘buxom’ servant wore, seizes hold of the gleaming golden belt she long knew was there, and effortlessly pulls it away. With an electric crackle the belt comes off, taking away the mighty powers that had lain within Americana’s impaled hourglass-shaped body with it.
“NOOOO!!!!” Ms. Americana squeals.
But she is now utterly helpless to resist. Held wide and trembling in devastated awe beneath the continuous savage pounding of Dragon Queen’s dildo, Americana can but gape wide in horror as the sneering villainess tears off her cowl as well and casts it aside, along with her belt, leaving the American heroine’s gorgeous and star-spangled face gaping in disbelief up at her as she pounds her hard into the bed.
“Oh, Goddess! Oh, GODDESS!” Americana moans, her exposed head gaping up into Dragon Queen’s glittering evil sneer in quivering dismay. “H-how… how long have you KNOWN?!” she wails, her body quivering helplessly as yet another brutal stroke sinks home.
“Since the moment I saw the jiggle of those gigantic tits, you whore!” Dragon Queen cackles, delightedly slamming away inside her utterly exposed and now utterly defenseless rival.
But Dragon Queen is not done yet. Even as she stirs and slams and savagely shoves her massive weapon inside the Queen of Justice’s defenseless slit, her long-nailed finger slides with exultant pleasure over to another button on the side of the bed, and presses it as well.
Instantly, several things happen. With a crack and a hiss, the mask covering Flag Girl’s pretty slumbering face cracks open, gas billowing from it, and retracts. The shapely blonde sidekick stirs and gasps, her lovely blue eyes blinking wide in sleepy confusion, as she awakes from her ripening slumber. As Americana ate pussy and got fucked, the last few minutes her sidekick had left ticked away. The delicate pink nipples that tip her large yet flawless teen breasts are painfully erect, and fluids pour in shining rivers from her pussy, as the horny teen’s voluptuous body whimpers and trembles with its deep and aching needs.
Meanwhile, upon the wall, with another rush and hiss the huge glass tube encasing Dragon Queen’s mutant slides down into the floor. Groaning, the gargantuan purple stud stumbles forth turning its head.
“Oh… oh my God!” Ms. Americana moans, her gorgeous head turned, gaping at the unfolding tableaux in shock.
Yet, there is nothing she can do… save shiver under the deep pounding of Dragon Queen’s triumphant strap-on, and watch, as the huge purple beast stumbles up to stand at the foot of Flag Girl’s bed. Eyes still blinking clear of sleep, the pretty teen gasps up at it in brief shock. Her eyes, wide with wonder, slowly travel down its massive muscular body… and linger, spreading wide, as they behold its immense eighteen-inch purple cock, throbbing and ready above the bed. Her eyes linger, and her pink lips tremble in awe. Then, slowly, blinking with wonder, Flag Girls’ pretty gaze rises back up and looks once more at his face.
She lets out a tiny whimper, and a squirm of nervous discomfort runs through her supple, silky-smooth teen body. Then, slowly, Flag Girl lifts her long and sleek legs high… and slowly, deliberately spreads them wide. Propping her voluptuous young hips up with her hands, her perfect young pussy hanging open slightly and drooling with invitation, Flag Girl’s eyes blink up hopefully at the evil mutant, shining with adoring love.
Head falling back, the great and throbbing purple mutant lets out a hoot of pleasure. Then, crawling up into bed with the eager and willing teen heroine, it spreads her luscious legs a little wider, presses the tip of its enormous penis to her drooling pussy, and then slams brutally down inside.
“Oh… YESSSS!” Flag Girl squeals, head shooting back in awe, as a pile-driver of a penis slams deep inside her and begins to brutally annihilate her pliant, fertile teen pussy.
“Oh… NO!!!” Ms. Americana moans, eyes gaping in shock as, from beneath Dragon Queen’s cackling and eagerly rutting body, she can only watch helplessly as her sidekick gets ruined and despoiled for all time.
You too can only watch, helplessly, unable to look away, as for the better part of an hour the two heroines get fucked side by side. Unbound, Flag Girl makes eager love to her massive paramour, wrapping her thighs around him and gasping in awe, clawing at his back and begging for more as he savagely conquers the deepest depths of her pussy. Americana cannot help but watch, her own buxom body shuddering repeatedly with helpless orgasm as her sidekick gets defiled before her eyes. Finally, with a great bestial roar, the massive purple monster slams in hard and, huge mutant balls hanging down and pulsing gleefully outside her wide-spread teen slit, unleashes its potent load deep into Flag Girl’s womb. Shuddering with pleasure, Flag Girl squeals and screams as the feeling of her conquest makes her cum… and beside her, slammed into savagely by Dragon Queen’s dildo, Americana cannot help but do the same.
Afterwards, Dragon Queen slides her long glistening instrument out of Americana’s dripping ravaged pussy, and peels herself off of her. The sprawled buxom heroine is left exhausted and broken, her naked curves trembling helplessly upon the table. Having come more than a few times herself, Dragon Queen lets out a soft sigh as she unbuckles and extracts the inner dildo, and discards the well-used strap-on at the foot of the bed, beneath conquered Americana’s chained and twitching feet.
Wandering over with a rolling and deeply satisfied strut, Dragon Queen takes a position standing over the head of Flag Girl’s bed. The little sidekick gasps softly, her own exhausted body squirming languidly upon her bed of conquest, pearly cum leaking from her tender gaping pussy. Already, mere minutes after her conquest, the thoroughly ripened blonde’s flat belly is starting to swell, and her already ample teen breasts to swell, as her mutant spawn stirs inside her. Gasping softly, Flag Girl stares up in awe at Dragon Queen’s muff, hovering just above her. Then, without being asked, sighing with pleasure, the tender impregnated teen lifts her pretty head and, supple young lips quivering, begins to deftly apply her tongue and mouth to giving her female conqueror pleasure.
“Mmmm,” Dragon Queen purrs, trembling with delight and a huge smirk upon her lips, as she enjoys the lapping service of the conquered heroine.
But Flag Girl is not the only heroine giving oral pleasure. After finishing inside the little teen, the hulking mutant has gone on to begin sniffing around her bustier mentor. Previously stunned and lost in the ocean of her own post-orgasmic exhaustion, Brenda moans as her head is suddenly seized and lifted. She shrieks… and moments later, her attempts at objection are silenced. Her blue eyes, blinking wide, turn down from beneath the huge purple fingers clutching her hair to stare in disbelief at the huge veiny purple schlong being pressed between her lips.
“Aww, don’t take it so hard,” Dragon Queen purrs, one hand now down in Flag Girl’s hair to keep the eager teen’s head bobbing and lapping dutifully between her legs. A moment later, with a loud hoot, the Queen of Justice is given no choice, and she moans, her naked and buxom body trembling helplessly in its steel bonds, as the huge mutant slams its massive tool deep down her throat and begins pounding her face. “He’s just looking for another playmate,” Dragon Queen cackles. “Be a dear, and suck him hard again would you?”
Americana bleats in shock. But she doesn’t have a choice. As the mutant’s huge cock surges down her throat, even as she gurgles and chokes, her sleek naked body trembling pathetically, she begins, helpless and desperately to suck. Hooting with pleasure and his long tool hardening rapidly, the mutant reaches out and seizes hold of her huge breasts, and using them as delightful hand-holds, slams vigorously and repeatedly in and out of her helpless gullet. Knowing she is sucking him back to life just to make it easier for him to conquer her pussy as well, Ms. Americana still cannot help herself. Eyes blinking wide, whimpering in shock, she nevertheless sucks and slurps furiously on his huge member, preparing it with lovingly attentive detail for the demolition of her already ravaged cunt.
“Thank you, Americana,” Dragon Queen purrs, as the sounds of the proud heroine helplessly slurping and sucking fill the room. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Then she turns, and looks right up at you. “And that goes double for you,” she coos, her beautiful yet wicked almond-shaped eyes glittering straight up into your gaze. Her smirk broadens as, between her sleek spread thighs, Flag Girl’s tongue continues to dance and play inside her delighted cunt. “But I’m afraid your show is over,” she says.
Reaching down, she presses a button on the back of the bed. Moments later, the screen goes dark.
THE END. – Sorry, might have gotten a little carried away with that one. : ) If you are still eager for interaction after that long non-interactive segment, go back and try again.
SECTION 0053
“Take your bra and panties off, and I’ll consider it,” you say.
Ms. Americana’s jaw drops in shock. “Wh-WHAT?!” she gasps. Her eyes go wide. “What kind of pervert are you?!!”
“The kind that you need to save you,” you remind her. “So… what’s it going to be?”
Ms. Americana gasps deeply. Her eyes flash with fury. Then her gaze turns, and her righteous rage drains away in an instant to be replaced by terror, as she sees a hissing gas cup approaching at the end of yet another snaking tentacle. She wiggles and squirms furiously, but accomplishes nothing but making her titanic tits shake and slosh dramatically in her straining bra. “But… but my hands are bound…” she objects, voice halfway between a snarl and a whine.
“So, once you promise to do it, I’ll push the button,” you reply.
Ms. Americana gasps in outrage. “I… I could never do that!” she moans, staring in horror as the menacing metal maw draws closer and closer.
“That’s too bad…” you purr.
Ms. Americana swallows heavily, still struggling uselessly as the cup draws nearer and nearer. Finally, at the last second, she gives in. “Oh… okay! Alright! I… I’ll do it, you pervert!” she squeals, as the cup draws within an inch of her lips, bathing her face in the first wisps of its soporific concoctions.
“Glad we could deal,” you say, and push the button. Upon the screen the tentacles jerk and jiggle as her computer unleashes its cybernetic attack. Then, with a whimpering final buzz, they go limp around her spectacularly buxom body and finally slide off her, slumping to the floor.
“Ahh…” Ms. Americana says, rubbing her wrists. “Th-thank you…” Then, trying to pretend she hadn’t made any sort of deal, her voluptuous thong-clad ass turns and saunters towards the door deeper into the building.
“Not so fast,” you say, enjoying the sight of her swaying well-rounded ass. “I believe we had a deal.”
Halfway to the door, Ms. Americana stops, turns, and glares. “I don’t think so,” she hisses. “In fact, I’m going to forget all about that… for your sake.” Turning her head forward again, she resumes her strut towards the door.
Noticing a few more icons alongside the auto-hack, you take an educated guess and drag one to the door. You are right on the money. Just before she reaches it the door suddenly zooms closed, making her gasp as it slams shut directly before the tips of her huge tits. With an audible ‘clunk!’, it locks. Whirling, she gapes up at your camera in disbelief. “You’re not going anywhere,” you purr down into her gorgeous, shocked face, “until you hold up your part of the deal.”
Ms. Americana gasps. Then, getting hold of herself, she puts her hands on her scantily-clad hips and glares. “I can’t believe this!” she hisses.
“You know,” you coo, “you aren’t giving me many reasons to play along here…”
“Truth and justice should be reason enough!” she insists.
“Bullshit,” you reply.
Her face trembles behind her mask. Her glare intensifies. “Fine,” she finally spits. Reaching up a delicate gloved hand she unsnaps her bra, letting her huge tits spill forth to jiggle on unobstructed display before you. Peeling it off, she trembles, and then drops it to the floor. Then, bending over, she slowly pulls down her panties. You switch from camera to camera and whistle, as her little thong slowly slides down first one thigh and then the other. She gasps, and blushes… but keeps stripping. Slipping out of her panties she kicks out of them, leaves them on the floor beside the fallen tentacle, and then backs up and puts her hands on her hips.
“There,” she hisses, over her swaying naked tits and her glistening pussy, clad only in her gloves, boots, and belt. “Satisfied?”
“Not yet,” you say. Your gaze sweeps across the floor, and you see a small drainage grate that appears loose.
“Kick up that grate,” you tell her. “Toss your bikini down the hole.”
Miss Americana gasps softly, staring up at you in shock. For a moment, she does her best to pretend she wasn’t planning on cheating, in exactly the way you have just preempted. But then, a petulant pout on her lips, she turns her gorgeous face away… a humiliated blush already starting to spread across her masked cheeks.
“V-very well…” she says softly, at last.
Walking over, she obediently kicks aside the grate in the floor. Then, picking up her bikini, she stands over it. One hand upon her curvy hip, for a long moment Miss Americana holds her enormous-cupped bra and tiny panties both dangling from a single hooked finger, out over the waiting hole. Staring down, her lips quiver. Then, with a last moan, she lets them drop. Backing up, arms rising up to wrap around her huge naked breasts as if trying to shield them from the cold, her mouth hangs agape as she watches first her bra and then her precious panties go slithering down the hole - vanishing into the sewers like refuse being flushed down the drain.
As soon as they vanish, Miss Americana whimpers, and then suddenly darts forward again. Craning her head, she peers down the dark hole where her bikini has just vanished. For just a moment, it almost looks like she is going to try to dive back down after it - even though the hole is so narrow, she could barely fit in her sleek and muscular thigh. But then, from deep down in that dark hole, there comes an oozing, slithering sound.
“Oh…” Miss Americana gasps. A shiver runs through her. “E-ew!” Apparently abandoning all thought of trying to rescue her bikini, she backs up hastily, and quickly kicks the drain cover back into place.
“There,” Miss Americana says. Looking up, she returns her gaze to the camera. “I have upheld my end of the bargain,” she says, standing naked before you, in the very heart of her enemy’s lair. “Now… now uphold yours.”
“In a second,” you promise. “First, let me see those tits.”
Americana gasps sharply. Her chin lifts up, and she glares. But, having come this far, she does not seem to be able to argue.
“Okay,” she says, softly.
Slowly, her gloved hands retract from over the enormous domed tips of her tits. Without being told, perhaps based on long instincts, she lifts her hands up to either side of her head, and spreads them, almost as if she is being held at gunpoint. Her enormous jugs bounce and jiggle breathtakingly before you - each the size of her head, and yet stunning in how both pliant and shapely they are.
“Is… is this enough?” Miss Americana asks, impatiently - her gloved fingers twitching occasionally, to either side of her head.
“No,” you immediately say, of course. She should know better by now, than to ask you such a question. “Shake them for me,” you reply. “Now.”
Miss Americana gasps softly, in shock. But, she does not even try to argue. A moment later, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, she obediently begins swinging her bare shoulders from side to side - making her enormous cans sway and wobble ponderously for your viewing pleasure.
“G-god damn…” you whisper, involuntarily. The sight of Miss Americana’s enormous, super-humanly flawless breasts sloshing and jostling together before you is simply mind-boggling. You whistle, softly, in awe.
Miss Americana, of course, can hear every bit of your pleasure. Her luscious lips hang open, trembling in shock. But she does not stop swaying her tits.
“Turn around,” you suddenly tell her - before she can become bored of her current service. “Let me see you from the back, too.”
Miss Americana lifts her chin, hisses, and glares. Then, without further ado, she obeys. A deep blush on her cheeks, she slowly turns around. Keeping her hands up, she spins her body in a slow looping circle, letting you see her from every angle. She sways her naked bottom for you, just like she did her tits. At your request she puts her gloved hands down and squeezes it repeatedly, gasping softly, as she shows off for you how firm yet silky-soft her enormous projecting ass-cheeks really are.
At last, after a few more minutes, you judge that you have pushed her right up to the edge. Any more delay, or any more demands, will cause her to throw stealth to the wind and just start trying to kick the door out to get free.
“That’s enough,” you tell her.
Reaching out, with your digital hand, you unlock the door. A soft whirr in the room announces to her that she is free. Gasping softly, Miss Americana turns back around to face both to the door and to you. Reaching up, she runs a hand through her hair, as if to reassure herself that some things are in place even if her costume is not.
“Thank you for upholding your part of the bargain,” she growls softly. Looking up, eyes narrowing, she glares at you. “For the record,” she hisses, “if it were not for my sidekick being in such peril, I would never have agreed to any of this!”
You don’t say anything - but she cannot entirely fool you. Standing naked before you, her nipples are stiff and at attention - far more than they had been when she first took off her bra. More to the point, when she first pulled down her panties, her pussy was quite dry. But now, you can see the distinct glistening of dew, down between her legs.
“Whatever you say, babe,” you say. “Now, shall we move on?”
“Yes… let’s!” Miss Americana snaps.
Moving like an offended she-panther, she stalks over to the door. Bending low, she cracks it open, peeks through, and hisses. She pulls back, turns her gorgeous masked face – her mask being one of the few bits of clothing she has left – up to the camera, and glares. “As I feared,” she says. “Dragon Queen has hired the perverted fiend known as the Aberration to guard her inner sanctum. I could attempt to attack him directly.”
She looks around, and notices a large grate next to her. She sniffs, and then tosses her head, her dark hair flashing.
“There is also an air duct,” she admits, nodding towards where it waits beside her. “But… in my current naked state, you are a fool if you think I am crawling in there. But perhaps you can find an alternative pathway… if you can take your eyes off my body long enough to look for it!”
Leaving one camera on her naked form as she taps her foot impatiently, you use the other side of her screen to hastily take her advice and scan around the facility. Sure enough, as she said, the enormous green form of the Aberration guards the entrance to Dragon Queen’s inner sanctum. But you also notice a lady ninja, in a very brief and fetching black dress, sashaying her way around the complex. She appears to be delivering tea… and her route will take her right past Miss Americana’s hiding place in a very short time.
If you tell Ms. Americana to fight the Aberration naked, turn to section 30.
If you tell Ms. Americana to ambush the lady ninja and take her clothes, turn to section 60.
SECTION 0054
“Fight it, you stupid bitch!” you scream at her. “What kind of super-heroine are you?!”
Ms. Americana gasps at your chastising tone, her voluptuous naked ass wiggling with shock almost as if you have just spanked her upon it. An extra dollop of moisture oozes from her pussy. But the comment has its intended effect as, moments later, a look of grim determination appears upon her gorgeous masked face.
“You… you are right, citizen!” she hisses. “I will show this thing it is no match for the Queen of Justice!”
Crawling forward in the tiny compartment, she gets within fist range of the horrific worm and lashes out with a mighty punch. “Hiya!” she cries, as her blow connects. But in the extremely cramped quarters of the air duct, Ms. Americana can get no leverage nor follow-through on her blow. Despite her mighty strength, her blow glances off the worm’s moist rubbery hide as if it weren’t there.
“Oh… oh Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasps, her blue eyes going wide.
But it is too late for her. Within seconds, the worm has wiggled its way past her reach and is upon her. With squeals and moans and pneumatic thrashes the gorgeous human beauty tries to fight it off, but cannot. Within seconds it has almost enveloped her, hugging close around her silky voluptuous body within the tiny duct. Arms and legs pinned to either side of the slimy beast, she rains blows upon it, all of which glance off as ineffectually as the struggles of a trapped insect being wrapped in a spider’s web. With a single snip of its maggot-like mandibles the beast severs her bra, letting her gargantuan breasts out to bounce and jiggle against its disgusting flesh. Ms. Americana gapes down in horror, as her tender nipples bury themselves in the rubbery worm’s wriggling embrace.
But as she gapes at her breasts, she is unaware of a far greater danger emerging below. Unseen by the mighty heroine, but clear as day to you upon the camera looking up between her helplessly wriggling legs, you see an orifice on the beast’s belly slowly dilate… and an immense, prehensile, and monstrously inhuman proboscis slide out. The huge mutant phallus twitches, eagerly, its massive tip an inch from the drooling gates of her defenseless and unsuspecting pussy. Then, with a sudden slam of its bloated maggot-like body, it stabs the huge penis up and into her quivering pussy lips, forcing them apart.
Viewed in glorious close-up from your other camera, the expression upon Ms. Americana’s face suddenly transforms from outrage to pure and unadulterated horror. “Oh… oh, Great Justice no…” she whispers. Before she can do anything else, with another lunge of its disgusting slimy body, the worm slams its member deep, pounding it brutally up into Americana’s tender sopping furrow.
“Oh… oh Goddesssss!!!” Ms. Americana squeals. But, still desperate not to be heard by the many other enemies still lurking beneath her sexy impaled body, she bites her lip and does her best to silently take her inhuman opponent’s slamming.
For the better part of an hour you get to watch as Ms. Americana gets steadily destroyed inside the little air duct. She whimpers and wiggles helplessly, while, letting out little hisses and inhuman cries of glee, the giant worm continues to hump its buxom human mate with gleeful frenzy. Fluids pour in rivers from Ms. Americana’s trembling, wide-spread and deep-ravaged pussy. Her body wiggles and gasps and trembles against the walls of the duct helplessly, as furious animal passion pumps through her. Meanwhile, Dragon Queen’s various minions continue to wander back and forth far below, completely oblivious to the utter super-heroine sexual devastation going on just above their heads.
At long last, after it has destroyed her with several helpless and will-demolishing climaxes, a great bulge begins to inch down the beast’s huge pumping proboscis. As it reaches the already wide-spread pussy lips and shoves them out almost impossibly far apart, Ms. Americana’s already sweaty and trembling jaw drops. “Oh… oh my GOD!” she gasps, eyes going wide with panic. “Your… your EGG! No! You-you can’t…”
Looking back down into its conquered victim’s gorgeous head, the worm waves its maggot-like head back and forth and hisses happily in response. Then, with a mighty shove of its bloated segmented body it slams its egg through her savaged cunt and shoots it out deep into her fertile womb.
“NOOOO!” Ms. Americana squeals… and, shaking helplessly, at the feeling of her sexy hips getting impregnated with the horrid mutant’s seed, the most powerful and devastating orgasm yet slams out through every inch of her trembling, buxom, silkily muscular body.
Meanwhile, far below, her squeals and cries have gotten loud enough that the various ninjas and other servants wondering about have begun to hear them. But, echoing through miles of piping and off cavernous spaces, they cannot tell exactly where the mysterious female moaning comes from. Heads spinning first one way and then the other, they raise their arms and shrug in confusion.
Enjoying one last orgasmic shudder from its ravished supple foe, the fetid worm gives Ms. Americana’s pussy one last pointed stab with its huge cock and then pulls out. Ms. Americana’s cunt trembles and vomits forth moisture as the thick, limp, inhuman schlong slowly pulls out of it. Then, turning, the worm wiggles away down the corridor, as if trying to get away before its ravaged human victim can hit it up for child support.
As her disgusting lover slowly worms away down the air duct, back the way she came, Ms. Americana is left sprawled and exhausted behind it. Her eyes blink wide into the darkness, so lifeless it is as if her brutal orgasmic treatment at the hands of the worm’s penis has literally scrubbed her brain clean. Finally, with a deep gasp, she licks her lips and blinks her eyes as if waking up from a long sleep. Lifting her head she gapes down her ravaged body in disbelief, to see rivers of slimy inhuman fluids pouring from her pussy. Then she sinks her head back down and lies still upon her back some more.
“Well…” the mighty heroine sighs to herself, wiggling languorously in a pool of her own fluids. “I… I may have been ravished and impregnated. But I am still intact. So, as soon as I recover, my mission can conti-“
Moments later, without warning, the thin metal duct beneath her exceptionally buxom ass, having buckled and bulged during her furious slamming, suddenly plummets away – taking her with it. The sexy superheroine screams as she falls through the air – and then lands with a great thud in the very center of Dragon Queen’s base.
Gaping in awe, all of Dragon Queen’s minions, from her mighty ninjas to her simpering female servants, gather around the fallen heroine, until the concrete floor around her sprawled and helpless body is covered in a forest of feet. Then, as one, lifting their heads high, they point mocking fingers down at her unconscious body… and laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
THE END! – Ms. Americana has been captured, and will spend the rest of her impregnation-filled life as Dragon Queen’s brood slave. If you want to try again, go back to the start.
SECTION 0055
“Forget the belt,” you say. “Just get your sexy ass out of there!”
“That’s… that’s…” Ms. Americana sputters, her face filled with shock. Then, moments later, as her arms bend yet further back under the strain from the vines swarming them, she realizes you are right. “Al-alright, Citizen!” she says.
Letting go of her belt, with a mighty cry Ms. Americana uses the last vestiges of its super-strength to tear the vines coiling about her arms and wrists asunder. Moments later, deprived of a competitor, the thick vine coiling about her belt, just above her wiggling scantily-clad ass, surges with strength and rips her belt off.
“Oooh!” Ms. Americana moans, head rocking back in shock, as her mighty powers crackle and vanish from about her buxom, scantily-clad hips. But, keeping her eyes on the prize, she does not stop to mourn the loss of her power. With a desperate, pneumatic surge her bouncy body lunges forward. The vines that have coiled about her ankles and shins strain, buckle, and then snap. With a gasp of desperation and a final push, she is free, her busty body leaping from the clutches of the plant.
The mass of vines and sinister mouths that have erupted from the walls of the sewer writhe, and a foul hiss fills the air. One thick tentacle waves her captured belt back and forth, as if taunting her with its prize, but Ms. Americana is not tempted. Putting her hands upon her hips, she takes a moment to smirk back at it, seeing the sucker-cups that wilt, having been deprived of her gargantuan milk-filled jugs, and the sinister slurping egg-tube that would have been destined for her still panty-sheathed pussy.
“Not today, you fetid beast,” she purrs at it. Then, mindful that other things might lurk in the sewers, ready to pounce on a jutting, de-powered and scantily-clad ass, she whirls and swiftly sprints on her way.
Coming to the ladder leading up into Dragon Queen’s base, Ms. Americana hastily climbs it. She lifts up the cover a fraction of an inch, peeks through, and winces. Slowly, she crawls back down the ladder a foot or so, and then lifts her hand to her choker.
“Bad news,” she purrs to you over your speakers. “As I had heard rumors of, Dragon Queen has hired the foul mutant mercenary known as the Aberration to guard her inner lab. Without my belt I am no match for him… and I’m not about to go back and try to get it from the clutches of that horrible… thing. I see two options, Citizen. Dragon Queen has a female servant wandering around up there. I could probably ambush her, take her clothes, and slip in that way. Or I can try to crawl in through an air duct. What do you suggest, Citizen?”
To tell Ms. Americana to disguise herself as one of Dragon Queen’s servants, go to section 33.
To tell Ms. Americana to crawl in through the air ducts, go to section 49.
SECTION 0056
“What are you waiting for?!” you ask. “Your sidekick is in danger. Ride his dick like a rollercoaster, you fucking slut!”
Ms. Americana gasps, in fury. Her eyes darken. “I… I will not!” she says – her voice at full volume.
The Aberration grins. “Well, that’s just too bad, bitch,” he coos, and delivers a ferocious backhand across her face.
With a loud squeal Ms. Americana goes down, spinning, and lands upon her belly at his feet. Moaning, her amazing ass cheeks jiggling naked under her half-lifted robe, she lies dazed upon her tits and her flat tummy for a few seconds. Then, slowly, ass lifting up in the air, she starts trying to get up. But as she is still trying to get up onto her knees her arms are suddenly seized by the Aberration’s gigantic green paws, and yanked behind her. Head still spinning, Ms. Americana can only gape in stunned horror under her cowl as she feels her ninja-gloved wrists getting firmly bound by steel manacles. But she doesn’t have long to contemplate that as, seconds later, the Aberration uses one hand to seize her hair and yank her moaning head back… while the other guides the tip of his immense green penis up to her cunt.
Her squeals and screams have brought a couple of Dragon Queen’s spare ninjas running. They appear, standing over the kneeling and bound, disguised super-heroine and the huge green thug poised and ready behind her.
“What are you doing to our ninja sister, outsider thug?” one demands, shocked.
“Yes,” Ms. Americana moans from under her cowl, shuddering at the pain of her pulled raven hair. “S-save me, brothers!”
But, one hand still wrapped in her hair and the other stroking down Ms. Americana’s buxom wiggling hip, the Aberration smirks. “She talked back,” he tells them.
Instantly, the ninjas’ faces darken. They fold their arms upon their chests and glare at their female comrade in disappointment. “Then she deserves everything,” they say. “Punish her, as is her due.”
“Wh-what?!” Ms. Americana gasps. But she doesn’t get a chance to say anything else as seconds later, with a huge booming laugh, the Aberration slams his gargantuan green penis deep up inside her helpless drooling cunt. “OH! By the GODDDDDSSSS!!!!” Ms. Americana squeals, as she feels his brutal assault slamming up inside her fertile depths.
For the next half hour the Aberration fucks Ms. Americana into submission without even realizing it. His hands stroke and grope her awesome ass with relish, and reach around to pop her huge titties out of her robe, but never discover her secret identity. Unable to help herself, beneath her cowl Ms. Americana mewls and squeals and shudders, continuously, as his massive pounding cock forces her into orgasm again and again and again. Finally, with a mighty roar, the Aberration slams deep and unleashes his massive load inside her.
Afterwards, the ninjas pick up their bedraggled sister and bend her over a rail. Exhausted by her fuck, Ms. Americana’s mighty buxom body can do nothing but hang limp before them as they pull out their dicks as well, and then fuck her one by one.
“Learn your place!” one ninja snaps, as he slams his dick deep up inside her from behind. Bucking and squealing in awe upon her rail, Ms. Americana looks well on her way to doing just that.
“Taste your failure!” another ninja hisses, as he yanks her head back and force-feeds her his long cock. Eyes blinking down in blurry awe from under her cowl, Ms. Americana appears to eagerly do as she is told and, tears leaking from her eyes, is soon bobbing her head obediently up and down his long length and filling the air with her worshipful slurps and gurgles.
Finally, after every ninja in Dragon Queen’s base has run a train on their disobedient comrade, they lift the ‘female ninja’ up and start hauling her across the base. Utterly exhausted by her long hours getting pounded by their cocks, the buxom form upon their shoulders can do nothing but whimper and squirm languidly as they carry her away.
“Contemplate your failures,” one ninja says, glaring at her, “in the only place fitting for your kind.” Then, lifting her high, they dump her down a steel chute.
Ms. Americana moans and squeals as her sweaty, wrecked, cum-splattered body slides and plummets down the long chute. Then, with a high-pitched scream, she shoots out the far end… and lands in a trash-filled dumpster behind Dragon Queen’s base. Her buxom body, still clad in the remnants of her robe, lying sprawled and helpless across a giant pile of fetid refuse, Ms. Americana shakes her blurry-eyed head and whimpers. Then, seconds later, several loads of garbage from an upended can shoots down out of the chute and rains across her. Ms. Americana squeals as the trash and filth spatter upon her, but can do nothing else. Finally the trash rain ceases, and high above her the chute whirs closed, sealing itself back against the side of the building.
Lifting her head, Ms. Americana gapes down her sprawled body in shock. Her sumptuous shapely curves, covered in cum, are also littered from one end to the other with stinking trash. A discarded banana peel lies atop her flat tummy, some discarded kitchen waste drools down her thigh, and a discarded apple core lies between her gargantuan jiggling tits. Staring at the ruin of her body, Ms. Americana whimpers in dismay. Then, with a last shudder, giving into her exhaustion, her head falls back. Save for the rise and fall of her huge bare breasts with her breath, and the dribbling of cum out of her ruined pussy, Ms. Americana settles back into the dumpster and lies still. Moments later, your feed crackles, and finally goes dark.
SECTION 0057
“You can take him!” you say, beating off furiously in anticipation.
Hands upon her hips, Ms. Americana smirks confidently. “You’re right, Citizen,” she purrs. With a confident strut she sets out across the warehouse floor, straight for the Aberration.
“Well, well, well,” the huge green thug purrs, as he sees Ms. Americana approaching… without her bra, her huge bare boobies sloshing and jiggling. “What have we here?”
“Your worst nightmare!” she says.
“We’ll see about that,” he purrs, cracking his knuckles.
With a bold cry, Ms. Americana shoots forward. With a bestial roar, the Aberration does so as well. They collide in the center of the vast empty warehouse, trading punches and kicks in a furious blur. You can barely follow… save for when someone gets hit.
“Urggh!” the Aberration groans, as Ms. Americana’s boot smashes across his face. But, though he is knocked backwards and his eyes briefly spin, moments later, with a snarl, he is back upon her.
“Uggh!” Ms. Americana moans, as his fist slams into her flat belly. She stumbles backwards, clumsily, and then gasps as she just barely manages to duck another punch.
“He’s… he’s too strong for me!” she gasps into her choker, as she ducks and weaves backwards desperately. “What… what should I do, Citizen? What should I do?!”
To tell Ms. Americana to fight fair and uphold her honor, go to section 22.
To tell Ms. Americana to fight dirty and win at any cost, go to section 35.
To tell Ms. Americana to drop to her knees and beg to suck cock, go to section 28.
SECTION 0058
“Give him a kiss,” you say. “P-preferably just on his cheek. Preserve your precious heroinely virtue!”
Ms. Americana licks her lips and then holds her head high. “Right, Citizen!” she hisses, and then withdraws her hand from her microphone. “Alright,” she says up to the waiting criminal. “I am prepared to offer you a kiss.”
Slowly, the Aberration raises a brow. “Really…” he says, slowly.
“Yes,” she says. She bows slightly. “It is a great honor.”
The Aberration smirks. “The feeling is mutual,” he purrs. “Now, pucker up.”
“Yes, sir,” Ms. Americana says. Leaning forward, she closes her eyes, purses her lips. Voluptuous bottom wiggling and hanging out the back of her robe, she prepares herself to feel his tongue sliding down her throat.
‘POW!’ Like a crashing jet liner the Aberration’s fist collides with Ms. Americana’s puckered lips. With a loud wail her buxom body lifts up in the air and thuds back down onto her ass several feet away. Her tray goes flying, her cups smashing all over the room. As she lands her long muscular legs sprawl forth, spread wide. Her tiny robe pops apart and lands spread wide, exposing her entirely.
Cracking his knuckles and chuckling, the Aberration slowly comes forward to stand above the stunned, sprawled, and utterly exposed super-heroine. “Thought so,” he purred. “I’d recognize that arrogant tone anywhere.” Reaching down he yanks down his leather speedo, letting his gigantic green penis slide out, thick and ready.
Coming down onto his knees between her legs, the Aberration uses one hand to hold his dick ready and the other to seize her thighs. WIthout her belt, Ms. Americana has been left utterly wrecked by his punch… and makes only a tiny moan as her thighs are spread wider. Coming down onto all fours, the Aberration takes her in his arms and presses the tip of his giant cock to her pussy. That, finally, makes her gasp deeply and open her eyes wide.
“Hello, Ms. Americana,” the Aberration chuckles down into her baby blue eyes. “Long time no see.” Then, with one hand on her buxom newly-bared hip, he slams his dick deep up inside her.
Still dazed and disoriented, the Queen of Justice moans in pain and awe as his huge cock sinks into her. In her disorientation, she wraps her arms around him and pulls herself up fully into his embrace. The Aberration chuckles. Then he begins fucking her, furiously.
For the next hour you get the honor of seeing Ms. Americana get fucked in every possible position and every possible hole. You hear her moan and watch her shudder as the Aberration pounds her from behind, his fingers wrapped around her buxom hips. You hear her scream and watch her entire body tremble in awe, as his gargantuan penis demolishes her arresting ass. You hear her sigh and watch her squirm in languid awe as, fucking her hard up against the wall beside the very door she had tried to enter, the Aberration unleashes a massive gout of semen up into her unprotected womb. Then another, and another.
Finally, after an hour of sweaty sex, Ms. Americana stands in the doorway of Dragon Queen’s base, clutching tight to the Aberration’s body for support. Stroking his smirking head, she slowly lifts her gorgeous head high, while Dragon Queen’s ninjas stand around and film. “Thank you,” she whispers into the Aberration’s lips. “I didn’t know how much I could love being treated like a dirty slut… until today.” Pulling his head down to her, she gives him the longest, sweetest, and most adoring kiss she’s ever given any man in her life.
Afterwards, the Aberration pulls back, his face decorated with the print of her lips , and grins. “Thanks, bitch,” he says. Then, he moves around to stand behind her. Her hands have long since been bound, for safekeeping. “Now, let me show what I think of you.” Like he is drop-kicking a football, the Aberration swings his foot up and slams it into Ms. Americana’s gigantic, flawlessly rounded and inviting ass. Lifted high in the air, Ms. Americana squeals as she arcs across the sky, and lands in a thudding sprawl of limbs and cum in a heap of garbage across the street. “And stay out, bitch!” the Aberration laughs, before slamming the door behind him.
Out in the alley, Ms. Americana moans… and gradually loses consciousness. Moments later, as Dragon Queen’s security finally catches up with the hack, your feed goes dark, ending the show.
SECTION 0059
“Take your panties off, bitch!” you chortle into the microphone. “It’s, uh, the only way!”
Turning her face up to the camera, Ms. Americana gasps at you in outrage and shock.
Moments later, taking advantage of her distraction, the foul plant rips away her belt. Ms. Americana moans, and shudders, as her powers crackle away around her waist. Immediately, deprived of her superior strength, her mighty arms and thighs start to obediently bend back and spread, respectively, under the commanding control of the plant’s tentacles.
“I… I may be done for, Citizen,” she hisses up, to you, her voice quivering with emotion. “But, in return for your perversion, I can at least accomplish one last task. Computer! Shut down feed!”
Then, just as a multitude of vines and groping mouths were leaping down upon her, to strip and defile her buxom helpless body in a multitude of interesting ways, the screen suddenly goes dark. You are left holding your junk, deprived of any further view of what happens to her.
THE END. – Nice job, dipshit. You got Ms. Americana into a sticky situation, and then ensured you wouldn’t be able to watch. Try harder next time!
SECTION 0060
“In about thirty seconds a lady ninja will pass by you,” you tell her. “On my signal, knock her out and take her costume.”
Miss Americana’s eyebrows go up. Then, despite herself, a smirk slowly spreads across her lips.
“Well, well, well,” she coos. “You surprise me, Citizen.” Her buxom hips wiggle back and forth, her hands still resting atop them - leaving them in every other respect naked. “Having gotten me out of my clothes, you’re now asking me to put some back on? What’s up? Is your confidence failing you?”
“It’ll be kinky,” you assure her.
She shakes her head, and then rolls her eyes. “Of course it will,” she says.
Twenty seconds later, a buxom lady ninja comes sauntering along the edge of the warehouse. She is practically spilling out of her half-open black silk robe on top, and leaving scarcely less to the imagination down below. Before her she carries a tray of tea, en route from one group of more senior guards to another.
Suddenly, a door clicks open just beside her. Without warning, a gauntlet-sheathed fist slams out like a cannonball, and sends her lovely head whipping around hard to the right. Eyes bugging out, her head wobbles, and then she collapses like a sack of bricks… or rather, thanks to all the jiggling, like a sack of water-balloons.
“I’ll take that,” Miss Americana’s voice says softly. Slipping her free hand out, she catches the lady ninja’s tea tray in midair before it can drop with the rest of her. It clinks softly. Reaching out, she lifts up a cup, and takes a sip. “Ahhh…” she says.
Working swiftly, Americana drags the unconscious henchwoman back into her hiding place. In moments the lady ninja has been stripped and trussed, and Miss Americana stands in her place.
“Hmmm…” Ms. Americana says, staring down and frowning. The lady ninja who now lies naked beside her on the pavement is impressively proportioned, but still no match for the Amazonian measurements of a super-heroine. Americana finds she can barely close the straining robe, and a gargantuan amount of jiggling cleavage spills out of the front. Worse, beneath her robe, her trim raven bush and glistening pussy lie entirely exposed. She bites her fingers looking down at them… and then slowly grins.
“Whatever,” she coos. “It will help make sure no one looks too close at my face.”
Slipping off her gloves, she stashes them in the back sash of her robe, and replaces them with the ninja girl’s long black gloves. Then she slips out of her boots, and replaces them with the ninja girl’s black stiletto heels. Finally, bending low – and giving you a thrilling glimpse of her whole drooling pussy beneath her uplifted robe – she picks up the tray of tea. Turning, with a huge smirk upon her lips beneath her silk cowl, she slips back through the door and struts on down the corridor towards the Aberration.
Standing guard before the door to Dragon Queen’s lab, the Aberration lets out a slow yawn. He rubs the back of his neck. “Fuck,” he grumbles to himself – faint, but loud enough for your automatically relocated cameras to pick up – “this is almost as boring as a real fucking job.”
Then, he sees the buxom ‘ninja girl’ approaching him, and his eyes light up. “Fortunately,” he coos, smirking, “the fringe benefits are far superior.”
“Hey baby,” he coos to Ms. Americana, as the disguised super-heroine comes up to stand just before him. Leering up and down her body, his eyes eat up the traffic-stopping rack shimmying between the folds of her robe… and then he practically starts drooling, as his eyes see her exposed and leaking pussy. His eyes trace slowly back up her… and then, finally, his face twists into a mixture of suspicion and lust.
“Hey, slut,” he says down to her, as she stands before him with her tray. “I seen you before here?”
“Uh, no,” Ms. Americana says. She thinks swiftly… or at least as swiftly as a woman with her boobs to brain ratio can. “My… my shift just started.”
The Aberration slowly let his gaze slide back down her, and somewhere between her tremendous jiggling rack and her swollen fertile hips, the suspicion vanishes off his face to be replaced by just lust. “What a coincidence,” he purrs. “So did my shaft.” Within his speedo a visible and titanic bulge has spread steadily upwards. Within her mask, even Ms. Americana has some difficulty keeping her eyes from glancing down at it, repeatedly. She squirms, her luscious buttocks wiggling back and forth, hanging out just beneath the back of her robe.
“What do you want, shorty?” the Aberration asks.
“I must go to my boss, Dragon Queen,” Ms. Americana said, hand trembling slightly under her tray. She swiftly gets her eyes back up onto his. Mostly. “She has summoned me. Please, let me through.”
The Aberration grins. “Well, that’s unfortunate,” he says. “Because to get through this door, you have to pay the toll.”
Ms. Americana’s buxom hips wiggle nervously under her robe. “What… what is the toll?” she asks.
Grinning, the Aberration reaches down and strokes the straining front of his briefs. “Guess, bitch,” he says.
Ms. Americana takes several deep, quick breaths, which makes the huge titties sloshing in the front of her robe shake even more violently. Lifting a trembling hand up underneath her cowl, she presses it to her choker and whispers softly – too soft for the Aberration to hear, but just loud enough for her throat-mounted microphone to pick up. “Citizen!” she hisses, sub-vocally. “What… what should I do?”
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him a chaste kiss, go to section 25.
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him a blowjob, go to section 38.
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him the fuck of his life, go to section 56.
SECTION 0061
“Alright,” you say, as you move the cursor across your screen. “I’m setting off a pair of alarms on the outer perimeter, on opposite sides of the base.” You click twice, doing as you said.
“Excellent,” Ms. Americana purrs, wiggling with anticipation in her tiny duct. Moments later distant claxons sound. Dragon Queen gasps, and sweeps her fingers across her keyboard. The monitors of Flag Girl’s growing fertility and the blinking position of her ripening egg within her wireframe hips, which had filled her screen, vanish, to be replaced by an overview of her base with two red icons flashing around its edge.
Unhooking a microphone from under her desk, Dragon Queen lifts it to her luscious lips and purrs forth her instructions.
“Minions,” she says, “we have indications of a double-pronged infiltration. I am sealing my lab.” With a flick of her finger she does so, and with a loud ‘shunk!’ from within the walls thick steel supports slam closed behind the exterior door. “I will monitor from here,” she continues. “Tian Team and Tu Team, fortify the entrance. Shui Team and Bing Team, take up ambush positions around the rear. Be on the lookout. Hold for instructions. We may have a heroine or police incursion on our hands.”
Putting the microphone back in its holder Dragon Queen puts both hands upon the console and begins to flip from one security camera feed to another, staring intently into her screen. Uplifted behind her, her voluptuous hips wiggle back and forth in agitation, just barely covered by the deliciously tight and brief hem of her silk qipao.
Americana briefly hissed in frustration with the announcement that Dragon Queen was not going to leave. But as she watches the villainess’s voluptuous ass wiggle back and forth obliviously before and below her, slowly, a broad smirk spreads across the heroine’s full red lips.
“Thank you, citizen,” she purrs, coming up on all fours and creeping bustily forward within the tiny duct. “I’ll take it from here.”
Reaching down, Americana silently unscrews the grate, and lets it fall open. Gripping the edge of the opening tightly with her gloved hands she takes a deep breath and then swings down. Her tremendously top-heavy body swings and sways silently from the grate, just a few meters behind the still obliviously-glaring Dragon Queen, leading to some absolutely delightful swaying and jiggling amongst her titanic tits. Then, with a soft gasp, she lets go and lands upon the floor.
Though she is trying to be stealthy, Ms. Americana cannot keep her boots from making a loud ‘clang!” as they land upon the metal floor directly behind Dragon Queen. The villainess gasps, softly, and whirls. Upon her gorgeous face her almond-shaped eyes go wide.
“Hello,” Ms. Americana purrs. Savoring the look of stunned surprise on her nemesis’s face, she cannot resist taking a moment to put her hands upon her broad buxom hips, and smirk into the evil woman’s quivering gaze. “Bitch,” she adds, her smirk broadening.
“Shit!” Dragon Queen cries. Her long-nailed hand darts downwards, and seizes up the microphone.
“Not so fast, slut!” Americana laughs. Darting forward, before Dragon Queen can summon her minions back with the microphone Ms. Americana smashes it to a million pieces with the toe of her hurtling boot.
With a loud gasp, Dragon Queen darts backwards. She released the microphone just in time to avoid getting her hand struck as well, but now, with the microphone smashed and with Americana now standing between her and her console, she has no way to open the lab or summon her goons.
“Scared?” Ms. Americana purrs as, mighty body rolling confidently, she saunters forward towards her foe.
For a moment Dragon Queen quivers with shock. Then, chin rising, she draws herself up to her full height, and glares. “Absolutely not,” she says. Her almond-shaped eyes dart up and down Ms. Americana, taking in her naked body, and she smirks, her confidence swelling. “I need no ninjas to put down the likes of you… Ameri-slut!”
Legs spreading and arms sweeping outwards, she adopts a graceful fighting stance.
With a howl of fury, Americana charges. With her expert martial arts training Dragon Queen sweeps her leg up in a graceful, deadly kick – briefly exposing her panties under the skirt of her tiny silk dress – and gasps, as Americana blocks it effortlessly. Moments later the two collide, Ms. Americana’s giant tits slamming into Dragon Queen’s gaping face like bowling balls onto a helpless pin. Twin huge tits slap hard against either side of her face, and she gurgles like a boxer under a heavy punch. Staggering backwards like she’s a sorority girl who just lost the world’s deadliest pillowfight, the voluptuous Asian villainess briefly goggles. Then, with a snarl she leaps back to the attack.
The two heroines collide and, wrapping their arms about each other, wrestle back and forth in the room. Though Americana is the larger and more muscular of the two, without her belt she is not as superior to Dragon Queen as she expects and the struggle continues for several seconds before, wrenching themselves off balance, with twin squeals the two curvy combatants go down. Landing on the floor, still locked in struggle, Americana and Dragon Queen roll over and over each other as they thrash and squeal. At one point, snarling with fury, Dragon Queen manages to wrap her hand in Americana’s hair. Gasping and squealing with pain, Americana lashes out desperately… but, rather than connecting with Dragon Queen directly, instead seizes hold of her brief qipao and, muscles surging with desperation, rips it clean off. Dragon Queen gasps with shock as the expensive silks rip and shred away from her voluptuous flesh, leaving her exposed in little but a tiny pair of lace panties. The distraction proves enough for Americana to seize and wrench away her hand, and with snarls and squeals the two resume their wiggling struggle – now clad in even less interfering clothing.
Jiggling bountifully, their nigh-naked bodies roll over and over one another across the floor, and end up locked in pneumatic squealing struggle at the foot of the cylindrical tank containing the great, hulking mutant. Locked in her fierce struggle with Americana, Dragon Queen howls and lets out a vicious and instinctive kick of her long sleek leg. It slides ineffectually along Americana’s curvy flank. But, hurtling blind, her sharp spike heel shoots onwards to stab into the side of the slumbering beast’s chamber… piercing through the thin casing of a thick, snaking rubber hose. The heel pops out… followed moments later by a gushing stream of thick, clear, viscous fluid, pouring out of the chamber’s systems.
Gaping down, too late Dragon Queen realizes what she has done. “Oh, no…” she hisses. But her momentary distraction merely furnishes Americana the chance to return her hair-pulling favor. Screeching in pain, Dragon Queen whips her face back to her rival and, lifting her long-nailed hands, attempts to break the attack by clawing at her flesh. Moments later, the pulsing pumping leak forgotten, they two buxom ladies return to their squealing jiggling fight.
Pulsing in thick glistening streamers from the punctured hose, shining viscous lubricant soon spreads in an expanding sheen across the steel floor of the lab. Both buxom combatants are soon thoroughly coated in it, making their sleek bodies shine as they wiggle and struggle with one another… and causing the slippery sliding of their bodies to become all the more energetic and enticing. Watching upon the screen as their shining thighs roll over and over before you on the screen, their naked and panty-clad pussies respectively glistening up at you from between their wiggling struggles, you feel a huge grin involuntarily spread across your lips. You have to fight the urge to run and grab some popcorn.
As the viscous lubricant spreads across the lab and coats every inch of the struggling beauties’ bodies, the level within the mutant’s tank slowly drains lower and lower. Meanwhile, from the expanding surface, tendrils of misty vapor begin to rise. Snarling and furiously attempting to wrestle Dragon Queen into submission, Americana barely seems to notice. Turning her head and gaping in shock at the steaming slime around her from where she wiggles beneath Americana’s spread thighs and ponderously bouncing tits, Dragon Queen gasps in horror, almond-shaped eyes spreading wide, as she realizes what is happening. “No!” she moans. Driven by a surge of fear, she manages to hoist Americana’s buxom flesh off herself and toss the squealing heroine aside. Rising up, she attempts to flee. But, darting up after her with a howl of vengeance Americana surges back to her feet and leaps after her. Though she misses the villainess herself the heroines’ hand manages to slip down into the back of her lacy black panty, and with a furious snarl, pulls it back away from the villainess’s wiggling and retreating flesh.
“Nooo!” Dragon Queen moans, as she feels her panties streeeetch out behind her, tugging her body back with them. At last, pulled past the breaking point, the skimpy thong snaps, rebounding with an elastic ‘twang!’ from the curvy fertile hips it once so inadequately protected. But her panties’ failure did not come quite fast enough. Gasping, tugged back by her own tiny lace thong, Dragon Queen’s voluptuous hindquarters tumble backwards… right back into Americana’s snarling clutches. Once more going to the floor, the two curvy beauties roll over and over in the spreading lubricant, their naked bodies sliding and struggling wildly against each other as they howl and screech like fighting cats.
At last, through the snarling rage that has consumed her (and perhaps, through some forbidden and denied-even-to-herself lusts) the Queen of Justice gasps as she realizes that the vapors, rising up all around them from the shimmering lubricant, are beginning to make her feel light-headed. Beneath her, fighting back purely by instinct, Dragon Queen’s gorgeous Asian face is already goggling up at her through a vacant, near-delirious haze. The thick shining ointment that lies in a thick puddle around them, and that coats every inch of their shimmying shapely bodies, contains a soporific chemical designed to keep her elephantine mutant safely in slumber while its victim is prepared. Only now, lifting her woozy head to gasp in shock at the sight of the laboratory spinning about her, does the buxom heroine realize it.
“No!” she gasps.
Instantly forgetting her now barely-resisting shapely foe, Americana tries desperately to hoist herself up and off of Dragon Queen and escape. But, her brain and body already having been deeply penetrated by the insidious vapors, she manages to struggle up just far enough to allow her enormous breasts and Dragon Queen’s considerable pair to dance and caress each other, delicately, between their straining bodies, for several seconds… before, with a deep moan, Americana’s defeated muscular curves slump down to once more lie tightly pressed against her enemy’s sleek and supple flesh.
“No…” Dragon Queen too whimpers, softly. But, crushed beneath Americana’s titanic boobies, she can do little but wiggle languidly and quiver beneath the occidental heroines’ tremendous curves. Her long legs, spread out to either side, tremble in the stinking chemicals… already overcome with defeat. Then, eyes rolling back in her head, her luscious lips letting out a vapor-laden husk of breath, Dragon Queen succumbs entirely and passes into conquered sleep.
Moaning deeply with desperation, Americana once more tries to struggle up and off her foe. Despite great shaking effort all she manages to do is lift halfway up and then, with a defeated groan, flip over to collapse onto her back and lie, whimpering and helpless upon her back beside her foe. Dragon Queen and Americana’s bodies lie side by side, their sleek curvature glistening, and their long legs spread out and trembling… as if begging an unseen lover to take the glistening and utterly helpless pussies they now both have on display. Lifting her shaking head, Americana gapes down her conquered body in shock. “No…” she moans, her lips trembling. “No… not… not like thi…” Then, with a last groan, she succumbs utterly to the gas. Head sinking back, with one last defeated shudder that ripples pneumatically throughout her buxom flesh, she too lets out a final whimper and then lies still.
You gape at the screen in shock, as upon the screen you see the two foes lie side by side… naked, glistening, and utterly helpless.
What do you do?
If you continue to watch from the safety of your room, go to section 17.
If you pick up your laptop and go intervene directly, go to section 40.
SECTION 0062
“Take the lady ninja’s costume,” you tell her, “and bluff your way past him.”
Ms. Americana’s eyes light up, and a huge smirk spreads across her lips. “I knew I chose you for a reason, Citizen,” she says.
Slipping back out the door, she binds and gags the female ninja and then starts stripping off her costume. First she puts on the cowl. It is perfect, covering most of her mask and leaving the rest in deep shadow. Beneath the cowl you can see her full red lips twist into a smirk. Then she pulls on the female ninja’s brief black robes, and pulls them on. She frowns.
“Hmmm…” Ms. Americana says, staring down skeptically. The lady ninja who now lies naked beside her on the pavement is impressively proportioned, but still no match for the Amazonian measurements of a super-heroine. Americana finds she can barely close the straining robe, and a gargantuan amount of jiggling cleavage spills out of the front. Worse, down below, three inches of her sleek skimpy panties extend down from beneath the hem of the tiny black robe. Under her robe, the female ninja had worn no panties. Ms. Americana bites her lip, then shrugs. “What the hell,” she says. Reaching up under her robe, she slips her thumbs under her panties and then slowly guides them down her long muscular legs. Picking them up she lets them dangle from her fingertips for a section, watching their skimpy curves twist back and forth slowly. Her lips quiver. Then, with a soft sigh, she lets her tiny panties drop.
Now, beneath her robe, her trim raven bush and glistening pussy lie entirely exposed. She bites her fingers looking down at them… and then slowly grins.
“Whatever,” she coos. “It will help make sure no one looks too close at my face.”
Slipping off her gloves, she stashes them in the back sash of her robe, and replaces them with the ninja girl’s long black gloves. Then she slips out of her boots, and replaces them with the ninja girl’s black stiletto heels. Finally, bending low – and giving you a thrilling glimpse of her whole drooling pussy beneath her uplifted robe – she picks up the tray of tea. Turning, with a huge smirk upon her lips beneath her silk cowl, she slips back through the door and struts on down the corridor towards the Aberration.
Standing guard before the door to Dragon Queen’s lab, the Aberration lets out a slow yawn. He rubs the back of his neck. “Fuck,” he grumbles to himself – faint, but loud enough for your automatically relocated cameras to pick up – “this is almost as boring as a real fucking job.”
Then, he sees the buxom ‘ninja girl’ approaching him, and his eyes light up. “Fortunately,” he coos, smirking, “the fringe benefits are far superior.”
“Hey baby,” he coos to Ms. Americana, as the disguised super-heroine comes up to stand just before him. Leering up and down her body, his eyes eat up the traffic-stopping rack shimmying between the folds of her robe… and then he practically starts drooling, as his eyes see her exposed and leaking pussy. His eyes trace slowly back up her… and then, finally, his face twists into a mixture of suspicion and lust.
“Hey, slut,” he says down to her, as she stands before him with her tray. “I seen you before here?”
“Uh, no,” Ms. Americana says. She thinks swiftly… or at least as swiftly as a woman with her boobs to brain ratio can. “My… my shift just started.”
The Aberration slowly let his gaze slide back down her, and somewhere between her tremendous jiggling rack and her swollen fertile hips, the suspicion vanishes off his face to be replaced by just lust. “What a coincidence,” he purrs. “So did my shaft.” Within his speedo a visible and titanic bulge has spread steadily upwards. Within her mask, even Ms. Americana has some difficulty keeping her eyes from glancing down at it, repeatedly. She squirms, her luscious buttocks wiggling back and forth, hanging out just beneath the back of her robe.
“What do you want, shorty?” the Aberration asks.
“I must go to my boss, Dragon Queen,” Ms. Americana said, hand trembling slightly under her tray. She swiftly gets her eyes back up onto his. Mostly. “She has summoned me. Please, let me through.”
The Aberration grins. “Well, that’s unfortunate,” he says. “Because to get through this door, you have to pay the toll.”
Ms. Americana’s buxom hips wiggle nervously under her robe. “What… what is the toll?” she asks.
Grinning, the Aberration reaches down and strokes the straining front of his briefs. “Guess, bitch,” he says.
Ms. Americana takes several deep, quick breaths, which makes the huge titties sloshing in the front of her robe shake even more violently. Lifting a trembling hand up underneath her cowl, she presses it to her choker and whispers softly – too soft for the Aberration to hear, but just loud enough for her throat-mounted microphone to pick up. “Citizen!” she hisses, sub-vocally. “What… what should I do?”
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him a chaste kiss, go to section 25.
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him a blowjob, go to section 12.
To tell Ms. Americana to offer him the fuck of his life, go to section 56.