Ms. Americana vs. Alpha Woman in

THE COMPETITION

-          By Violator

 

Author’s Note:  the inspiration for this one came from the very first Story Thus Far pic Alpha Woman appeared in, where she was portrayed capturing and declaring her contempt for Ms. Americana.   I’m aware her character has moved quite far from there since then, but I had the story sitting mostly-complete for a long time, finally got around to finishing it, and didn’t want to make up a whole new heroine just for a one-off.

 If you’re like me, you probably read these sorts of stories with the text window on one side of your monitor and one of Mr. X’s excellent graphical products on the other.  If so, just keep Our Story Thus Far #76 up on the far side of your screen, pretend for a bit that that’s the entirety of her characterization, and hopefully it will all work out!   : )  Hit END for a short summary.

 

 

 

Ms. Americana strutted down one of the main streets of Delta City, basking in the glow of the warm sun and the adulation of her public.  All around her, men and women and police stopped and gawked in awe as the huge-breasted, skimpy-bikini-clad, and nigh all-powerful Queen of Justice sauntered past.

‘What a glorious day…’ she thought, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm glow upon her eyelids.  A smug smile slowly spread across her lips.  Then her mood dipped suddenly.  ‘The only thing that could ruin it is if I run into that upstart bitch, Alpha W-‘

“Well, look who it is!” a brash voice suddenly called.  “The Slut of Justice!”

Americana gasped, her eyes flying open.  She stood at the entrance to one of the largest and busiest intersections in downtown Delta City.  And there, directly before her, was the upstart redheaded bitch herself, the new self-proclaimed top heroine in Delta City:  Alpha Woman.

“You should just give it up, Ms. Americana!” Alpha Woman said.  Strutting up, she stood directly before Ms. Americana and put her hands upon her hips.  “I’m the Alpha Heroine, now!”

The two scantily-clad super-beauties stood amidst a huge thong of gawking onlookers.  Alpha Woman lifted her head high and smirked.  Then, to the gasps of the surrounding crowds, the brazen redhead poked a finger directly into Ms. Americana’s massive, jiggling, and forbidden cleavage, and hooked it through her famous trademark bra. 

“Hang up your bikini, or better yet give it to me as a trophy!” Alpha Woman purred.  Pulling out one strap of Ms. Americana’s massively overloaded bra with a single mockingly extended finger, she used it to give the huge mammary a brief, jiggling bounce, before letting the strap snap dismissively back against her flesh.  “You’re thoroughly obsolete now that I’m on patrol!”

But despite the indignity of the upstart heroine’s assault, Ms. Americana refused to let the crowds see her react.  Instead, she lifted her chin proudly, adopted a mirrored power stance, and gave the smirking redhead an imperious, critical stare.  “That’s not true!” Americana said hotly, hands trembling slightly but remaining firmly upon her panty-clad hips.  “You are good, I will admit that.”  Her chin lifted even higher.  “But I’m still the Queen of Justice, and this city’s premier heroine.  I’m far more woman than even you will ever be!”

“Is that so?” Alpha Woman cooed.  “Well, how bout we test that with a little wager, then?  I bet I can defeat more of the Black Stallions in an hour than you can of the Bandit Kings.  Loser has to hand over her bra as a trophy, and lick the winner’s pussy… in public!”

“Oh!” Americana gasped, her mouth falling open and her eyes going wide.  “Only… only a degenerate heroine like you could imagine such terms!”

“I stand by them!” Alpha Woman said.  Spreading her mighty thighs as if already making room for Americana between them, she sneered.  “What’s wrong, Queen of Justice – scared?”

Ms. Americana’s face promptly darkened into a glare of offended pride.  “Not at all!” she said, promptly.  “I accept your wager, and your terms!”  Her smirk slowly broadened.  “I look forward to enjoying you carrying them out, bitch!”

“Excellent!” Alpha Woman said.  Turning around, she looked back briefly over her shoulder.  “Whichever of us delivers the most gang markers back here in one hour is the victor,” she said.  “And may the best woman win!”

“Don’t worry – I will!” Americana laughed.  She whirled and sprinted away, her tiny bikini panties wobbling back and forth between her impressive ass-cheeks as they receded rapidly away from the gawking crowd, and rapidly vanished down a convenient dark alleyway towards the nearby ghetto. 

For the next hour, one hulking Bandit King drug dealer after another gaped in shock as he was suddenly ambushed, seized and tossed around like a ragdoll by the mighty Ms. Americana.  One after another they smashed down, shaken, into splintering crates, exploding sacks of garbage, or clanging cans in the various dark alleys that were there haunt.  Pausing only to tear away their trademark golden bandanas and give them one of her own trademark haughty taunts in exchange, Ms. Americana promptly handed each captured Bandit over to the grateful police before sprinting off to find another.

As she fought one Bandit after another, within her skimpy panties Ms. Americana felt her pussy slowly getting wetter and wetter.  Never once letting the increasing moisture distract her from the smoothly practiced moves of her body, she nevertheless let a smug smirk spread across her full red lips.  ‘I’m getting wet… and good thing too!’ she thought to herself, as she punched yet another Bandit thug in the face and saw his defiance turn to whimpering acceptance in a single knuckle-filled instant.  ‘I can’t wait to get that uppity slut’s tongue sliding through my nether lips… might as well get the way properly prepared for her!’

Finally, after her hour was up, the smirking moist-pussied heroine sprinted back to the square.  She found Alpha Woman already waiting for her, legs spread and hands folded behind her waist.  The cruel heroine was surrounded by a giant gawking throng… and over a dozen eagerly waiting news cameras.  They had obviously been tipped off to what was about to happen.  “Good… it will only make this all the sweeter…” Americana thought to herself, her smirk broadening.

Sauntering up to stand before Alpha Woman, Ms. Americana cocked her buxom hip, put one hand upon it, and lifted the other high.  A thick wad of yellow bandanas dangled down from her fingers, too thick for them to even close around it.

“Ten!  In one hour!” she announced proudly.  “Can’t beat that can you, imposter?”

Alpha Woman cocked her head… and her own evil smirk broadened.  “Ten is pretty good,” she admitted.  From behind her back she drew forth a long black leather belt.  To the belt were pinned twenty of the Black Stallions’ trademark stylized ‘BS’ belt buckles, each letter shaped like a huge pair of balls and snaking cock respectively.  “For an amateur!”

“Oh, Great Justice!” Americana gasped.  “Twenty in one hour?  That’s not possible!”

Her hands opened up in shock.  A gust of wind immediately seized the falling bandanas and tore them away into the crowd, depriving the stunned heroine of even her meager stock of trophies.

“Seeing is believing!” Alpha Woman said.  Titling her head back smugly, she licked her lips, and directed a sneering leer into Ms. Americana’s enormous, wobbling, bra-straining cleavage.  “Speaking of – let’s see those tits, Ms. Ameri-jugs!”

“Oh, Goddess!” Americana gasped.  “Here?!  You can’t be serious!”  Eyes wide and her head reeling, she slowly turned her face one way and then the other, taking in the gawking crowds and waiting cameras to either side of her triumphantly sneering rival.  Scrunching down instinctively like a co-ed caught naked in the boy’s shower, she gaped out in horror at that audience, one hand cupping protectively over her enormous tits while the other traced nervously along the edge of her skimpy star-spangled panties.   

“Right here, right now!” Alpha Woman demanded.  Tossing the belt full of buckles aside, she extended her hand expectantly.  “You gave your word.  Now hand over my trophy!”

“Alright, alright!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Getting a hold of herself, she drew herself up to her full height and lifting her head proudly, gave the smug rival heroine a defiant glare.  “Let it not be said,” she hissed through grit teeth, “that the Queen of Justice is a sore loser!”  Slowly, her gloved hand slipped delicately down between her enormous cup-swelling breasts and approached her golden star-shaped bra catch.  But as her hand alighted upon her catch, Ms. Americana hesitated.  She squirmed, head rising to gape around the watching crowd and waiting cameras in shock.  But in the end she could not delay forever and, lower lip quivering, she undid her bra catch.

In a rush Ms. Americana’s tremendous cleavage burst from her overloaded bra and jiggled naked in the busy intersection.  The crowd of onlookers gasped and leaned forward in awe, while the news cameras zoomed in eagerly.  The sight was replicated upon an enormous advertising screen overlooking the square, as well as on the screens of tens of thousands of awed citizens sitting alone in their rooms.  More than a handful of Delta City police looked on as well, but with their own mouths agape and their pants tenting out they were of no mind to intervene.

Gasping in shame, Ms. Americana slowly shrugged out of her bra and let it dangle over Alpha Woman’s outstretched hand.  She licked her lips in dread, and then let it drop.  Alpha Woman caught it.

“Thanks, bitch,” she sneered, enjoying the view.  Then, with her smirk broadening, she used the same hand to pull the crotch of her own skimpy patriotic costume aside.  “Now, I believe there was a second part to our wager…”

“Oh, Great Justice…” Ms. Americana whispered, eyes boring into the redhead’s waiting slit.  She wasn’t the only one.  Briefly losing interest in Americana’s tremendous naked breasts the news cameras leapt from said bouncy treasures to zoom in tight upon the redhead’s pussy.  She was completely shaved, her inner and outer lips oozing with moisture between her waiting fingers.

But in the end, as with her bra, the mighty Queen of Justice had no choice but to keep her word.  Dropping to her knees, she crawled forward, lifted her gorgeous head high and, delicately, began to lap her tongue against the redhead’s slit.  The gathered crowds let out a stunned little collective moan… and leaned out even further to watch.

“Mmmm…” Alpha Woman purred, head rolling back upon her shoulders.  “Oooh, that feels good.  The Tongue of Justice!”  She licked her lips, and drew in a delighted little gasp.  “But why is a super-heroine being so timid?”  Reaching down she cupped her hand around the back of her vanquished rival’s head.  The same hand still held Americana’s bra, the vast cups of which ended up dangling down amidst their former owner’s lustrous raven hair.  “Go… deeper!” Alpha Woman said, and, smirking cruelly, yanked her rival hard up between her thighs.

Head trapped, Ms. Americana blushed deeply… and obeyed.  Tilting her head back to let her lips rest flush against her sex she teased open the redhead’s tight juicy flaps and slipped her tongue up inside.  Her tongue moved vigorously back and forth within the tight walls of Alpha Woman’s pussy, while her luscious red lips kissed and nibbled at her outer surface.

“Oh, yes!  Mm!  Such quality service!” Alpha Woman exulted, gorgeous head falling back and gasping with pleasure.  Towering over the kneeling Queen, her mighty body trembled openly before the rolling cameras as she enjoyed her rival’s service.  Then, taking a tighter grip on Americana’s head, she pulled her even deeper up between her thighs.  “Now take me all the way!” she cooed, a deep smirk upon her luscious lips.  “You’re a good little heroine whore – you know what to do!”

Her face lifted upwards between the redhead’s taint, eyes closed as if in worship, Americana moaned.  But she knew what her conqueror wanted.  Slurping her way up to the top of the redhead’s cunt, she began using her long and powerful tongue alternately to push in hard and deep along her forward interior wall and, between such deep strokes, to bat and caress playfully at her clitoris.

“Oh, yes!  Oh, yes!” Alpha Woman crowed.  Had she had Ms. Americana to herself in her private boudoir, the redhead might well have required many hours of delicate service to get brought off.  But standing in public with half the city witnessing her triumph she rapidly found herself shooting over the edge.  “Oh, yes!  So good!”  Looking down, face halfway between a sneer and an orgasmic gasp, she regarded the slurping Queen of Justice with infinite pleasure.  “You make a much better pleasure slave than a super-heroine, my dear!”

Blushing furiously, Ms. Americana opened her eyes long enough to give the grinning redhead a furious glare.  But her luscious lips and tongue never ceased their succulent pleasures, swirling in between the top of Alpha Woman’s sloppy slit and her prominent clit.

It was the last straw.  “Oh, yes!” Alpha Woman screamed.  Her head shot back, her lips grinning even as they gaped in awe.  “Here it comes!”  Clutching tight to Americana’s head, she crammed it hard up between her legs.  And, as the moaning heroine continued to desperately service her, Alpha Woman let out a loud squeal of release and exploded her orgasmic fluids all over Ms. Americana’s face.  Moaning and squealing, Alpha Woman kept Americana’s munching lips pressed tight as she came and came… and then, descending into soft coos, slowly relaxed her grip as her climax started to recede.

“Thanks bitch!” she laughed, releasing her foe from between her legs. 

With a groan, Ms. Americana extracted her lips from between Alpha Woman’s thighs.  Looking up her rival’s body, she glared at her as she blinked her eyes to try to clear them from her foe’s splattered juices.  Standing up, she put her hands defiantly on her hips and snarled… trying to ignore the way her now naked breasts jostled before the gaping crowds, and the thick coating of moisture that ran down her lips and chin before the swarming news cameras.

“Don’t… don’t mention it, Alpha Woman,” the glistening-chinned Queen of Justice snarled.  “You may have won this round.  But I am still the superior heroine!”

“Oh?” Alpha Woman asked, grinning.  “Well, then, how about a second wager?  I may have arrested twenty Black Stallions but their second in command, Frog Tongue, is still at large.  First heroine to catch him wins.”  The already smug redhead grew smugger, as her smirk broadened. “The loser,” she purred, her eyes glittering with delight, “has to hand over her panties, and then let the winner fuck her with a strap-on…”

“Great Justice!” Ms. Americana gasped, hand leaping up to her moist lips.  “How… how do you come up with these ideas?!”  But inside her panties, her other moist lips suddenly flooded with oozing fluids at the very idea.  Though whether at the idea of exacting said forfeit from her buxom foe or giving it, it was perhaps difficult even for the squirming super-heroine herself to tell.

“Oh?” Alpha Woman cooed, batting her eyelashes and smirking.  “What’s the matter?  Is Ms. Americana not so sure she’s the superior heroine, after all?”

“Of course not!” Ms. Americana said, automatically.  Lowering her hands back to her hips, she raised her dripping chin and snarled defiantly.  “V-very well, then.  If those are your terms, then it will be my pleasure to bend you over and chastise you by them, bitch!  I accept!”

“Excellent!” Alpha Woman said.  “Good luck!”  Then, without another word, she turned and sprinted away.  Americana promptly did likewise, dashing as fast as she could out of the crowds and the cameras.

‘If I’m going to win this,’ she thought to herself, as she jogged on past more and more gawking onlookers, ‘I’ll have to be smart.  I need intelligence…’

Sprinting deep into Black Stallions territory Ms. Americana went straight to one of their most notorious hangouts – a dingy and ill-lit basement bar called the Palais Royale.  She kicked the door open with a gleaming boot and charged inside, to find a half dozen muscular Black Stallion thugs gaping at her in a loose ring, having just leapt from their chairs and bars stools in shock.

“Oh, shit!” one yelped.  “It’s Ms. Americana!”

Looks of fear swept across the thugs’ faces, as they beheld the mighty super-heroine suddenly standing before them.  Then their eyes sunk lower… and the fear slowly vanished as they took in her enormous bare breasts, undulating deliciously before them.

“Hey, bitch!” the tallest and most muscular thug said to her.  He appeared to be the leader… and based on the massive bulge steadily distending down his athletic pants, the best hung as well.  Ms. Americana gasped and, in her state of heightened horniness, tried not to stare at it.  A golden chain hanging down onto his wife-beater labeled him as Wrecker.  “You enjoy licking Alpha Woman’s pussy?” he asked, leering.  He glanced her up and down, from her tiny panties, stretched across wide fertile hips, to her huge jiggling breasts, to her full red lips… which were open and quivering.  His smirk broadened.  “Or you come for some big dick and negro cum to wash the taste of her juices out of your mouth?”

On the televisions behind him, three different news stations were already replaying pixelated footage of her defeat and consequent humiliation.  The sight made Americana blush slightly, but she did her best to ignore it.  Stepping forward, she gave the huge thug a humorless stare and put her hands on her pantied hips.  Her head tilted back and she glared at him.  “I’m here for information on Frog Tongue,” she said.  “And you’re going to give it to me.  Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way…”

“Sorry, bitch,” Wrecker laughed.  He grabbed the crotch of his jogging pants and squeezed his huge bulge.  “I’m ‘fraid with those big titties wobbling in my face, you only gonna get the hard way from me!”

“Suit yourself,” Ms. Americana said, and punched him in the face.

With a yelp, the rest of the thugs tore their eyes from her distractingly swaying titties and rushed forward to try and dogpile her.  But with a flurry of punches and kicks, Ms. Americana sent them flying backwards.  They landed with splintering crashes amidst the bar furniture and lay still, groaning.

Standing tall and proud in the center of a ring of bruised fallen thugs, Ms. Americana put her hands on her pantied hips and smirked… her huge breasts still swaying violently.  “Let that be a lesson to you,” she said, “that even a half-stripped Queen of Justice is not to be trifled with.  Now, about my original request…”  Reaching down, she seized Wrecker by his shirt.  The huge thug groaned as he was hoisted up into the air before her.  Soon the tips of his huge track shoes were dangling roughly level with her swooping, skimpy panties.  Holding the gurgling criminal aloft with one hand, she raised the other behind her and formed a fist.

“Tell me where Frog Tongue is,” she said.  “Or my next punch won’t be a love tap.”

“You can beat me all you want, Ms. Americana.  I ain’t squealing!” he said.  Then his eyes slid, helplessly, up and down her buxom pneumatic body as it wobbled on spectacular display just beneath him… and despite himself, a grinning leer slowly spread across his face.  Inside his athletic pants, just opposite her huge yet delicately bouncing and jostling tits, his massive boner twitched, repeatedly.  “But just so you know, my original offer still stands, slut!” he laughed down at her.

Ms. Americana cocked her head.  Her eyes narrowed.  “And just what offer is that?” she asked, softly.

“You making my dick cum, bitch,” he said, “As long as I’m spilling seed, I’ll spill whatever info you want to know.” 

The leering look upon his face made it clear that he thought there was no way the super-heroine would go for it – he was just giving the big-breasted bombshell one last taunt before she put out his lights.  But Ms. Americana had other ideas.  Slowly, suspiciously, her eyes traced up and down his massive hanging body.  When they reached his bulge a strange tingle shot up her already moistened pussy, deep within her taut-stretched, skimpy panties… but she did her best to ignore that.  Tilting her head back until her chin was lifted high, she narrowed her gaze and looked him in the eyes.

“Deal,” she said.

“Wh-what?!” Wrecker gasped, shocked.

Without another word, Ms. Americana lifted her foe high into the air and then brought him slamming down onto his back upon the bar.  Wrecker screamed as he landed, his whole body writhing in pain.  Ignoring him, while he wiggled, Ms. Americana calmly sauntered her way around the bar, her big pantied hips swinging wide with each confident, strutting step.  This put her jutting scantily-clad ass safely on the booze side of the bar, with his sprawled and unconscious goons no longer in a place to ambush it from behind.

Standing over the gasping, squirming Wrecker, Ms. Americana put a hand on her hip and smirked.

“Just to be clear…” she said.  Idly, she reached out and ran a single gloved finger down his massive arcing bulge, through his pants.  He gasped, eyes going wide.  “When I make you cum, you’re going to tell me exactly where Frog Tongue is.  Any tricks… and I’m going to rip it off.  Understood?”

Gasping, the ugly muscular thug desperately nodded.

“Good,” she said.  Her smirk broadened.  “Now let’s see if this thing is as big as advertised…”

Seizing the waistband of his pants, she yanked them down.

The smug smirk was instantly, if momentarily, wiped off her luscious lips, and her eyes went wide.  “Oh, my Goddess!” she gasped, hands flying up and luscious, pneumatic body taking a quick, jiggle-inducing step back.

For from Wrecker’s yanked-down pants an absolutely enormous, rock hard, and jet-black erection had promptly burst forth.  It bobbed and twitched directly before her sleekly-curved, star-spangled panties.  Eyes wide as saucers, she briefly stared at it while her opulent lips gaped beneath her mask.  She didn’t have a tape measure, but the hung black criminal was clearly well over a foot in length… and extremely thick to boot.

“What’s the matter, bitch?” Wrecker asked.  With is precious giant dick twitching, naked and exposed, in the cold air before the mighty super-heroine, a mixture of preternatural fear and raging excitement flowed through him.  His hands clutched tight to the side of the bar, to overcome the instinct to shoot up and either seize her – a sure route to an instant knockout – or cup protectively over his exposed dick.  Instead, lying back, he watched as the Queen of Justice’s wide, gorgeous blue eyes slowly slid up and down his massive throbbing schlong.  “You never seen one this big before?” he asked.

“N-not in a while,” Ms. Americana softly admitted. 

Reaching out, the look on her face briefly appearing as genuine awe, Ms. Americana lightly stroked her fingers up and down the thug’s huge dick.  He groaned, wiggling helplessly on the table, and his cock twitched wildly.  The light touch would normally have meant nothing to the experienced thug… were it not a super-heroine doing it.  As it was, between the excitement and the situation and the amazing view he had, side on, of her spectacular silky-skinned charms covered in a bikini panty and little else, every tender caress felt like magic.  His hands clutched tight at the sides of the bar, and gritting his teeth, he managed to fight down a wave of pleasure that threatened briefly to overwhelm him right out of the gate.

“You’ll have to do better than that, bitch!” he growled, continuing to enjoy the light stroking caresses up and down his penis.

“Oh, really?” Ms. Americana cooed.  “Well, let’s try just a little bit more, then…”

Wrapping her hand all around the criminal’s thick penis, she began to pump up and down him with hard smooth strokes.

The fuller stimulation made Wrecker wiggle and gasp with pleasure.  Ms. Americana’s action was amateurish but the knowledge it was her doing it still made his beleaguered glove-squeezed cock surge with pleasure.  But the thug wasn’t about to let Ms. Americana tame him quickly – partially out of pride, but mostly out of the hope that if he delayed long enough his gang might recover, ambush the arrogant heroine from behind, and then he might get to use the big toy she was playing with to justly punish her barely-clad pussy.  Closing his eyes and hissing in breath, he managed to hold it together, fighting down a brief surge towards orgasm.

“If you think a mere handjob gonna satisfy me, slut,” he hissed, even as he continued to wiggle with pleasure under her delicately squeezing, pumping fingers, “then you got another think coming.  You gonna have to suck my cock, and more, if you want me to cum!”

“We’ll see about that,” Ms. Americana growled.

Meanwhile, one by one, the lesser thugs she’d sent sprawling earlier started to groan and wake up.  None made a move to intervene, preferring to gape up in shock at the show they were getting.  But the knowledge of her growing audience only increased Ms. Americana’s desire to finish Wrecker quickly.  But though she pumped and pumped and pumped, she couldn’t make him cum.  His huge dick twitched with pleasure beneath her rubbing, squeezing fingers, but did not spend.

“Damn, you bad at this, ho!” Wrecker laughed.  Though he still wiggled with pleasure he was growing more used to it, and his confidence was returning.  Turning his head, he gave a delighted leer up and down her buxom, scantily-clad body.  “I’m pretty sure if you let me up inside those little panties, I’d have you cummin’ faster than this, bitch!”

“Is that a fact?” Ms. Americana growled.  “Well, let’s see how you handle something else, then…”

Lifting a long sculpted leg, she placed a knee on the bar, and used it to hoist herself up onto it with him.  Eyes glued to her skimpy star-spangled panties, Wrecker gaped as they rose up to kneel astraddle his legs.

“You gonna pull those down and give it a try, slut?” Wrecker asked.

“No… just see if you’re as immune as you think you are…” Ms. Americana said.  Coming down onto all fours above him, she slowly lowered her shoulders… and delicately caressed the tip of one of her gigantic silky-soft breasts up the length of his throbbing penis.

“Oh, shit!” Wrecker immediately gasped, his eyes going wide.  He had lain with a lot of sluts in his time, but none with racks even half as impressive as Ms. Americana’s superhuman wonders.  His face gaped in awe as first one huge breast and then the other took turns gently caressing up and down the length of his penis.  The prostrate audience scattered through the rest of the bar had never seen anything like it either.  They gaped in awe, huge boners sprouting in their pants, as they watched the heroine’s spectacular super-breasts rub and jiggle deliciously up and down their leader’s massive member.

“That’s it, little boy,” Ms. Americana cooed.  “Be a good little thug and cum…”

Sliding him all the way up between her massive breasts, Ms. Americana began titty-fucking him vigorously.  Smirking, she reached up a single finger and teasingly traced it round and round the sensitive skin of his glans, as his bloated head shuttled helplessly up and down amidst her silky jostling cleavage.

Wrecker gurgled, his eyes going wide.  His dick twitched and throbbed frantically between her caressing breasts, surging with pleasure at her commanding touch. 

“Come on.  Cum for me…” the Queen of Justice softly cooed.  Lowering her single finger she traced it up and down the sensitive underskin of his penis, keeping it cradled between her breasts… as she slowly bowed her head.  “Cum for Ms. Americana…” she whispered.  Licking her luscious lips, she opened wide.  Sticking out her tongue, she slowly caressed it all the way around his glans, and finished with a delicate kiss to the very tip of his penis.

The first press of the super-heroine’s lips was the last straw for Wrecker.  Suddenly he felt an irresistible, uncontrollable surge appear in his balls and start shooting up his long, breast-swaddled dick.  “Oh, God!” he groaned, his eyes going wide.  “Oh, God!  I’m cumming!”

Forewarned, Ms. Americana jerked back up just in time.  Crouched over him, her huge jiggling breasts still caressing the base of his shaft between them, the gorgeous watched, gasping, as a titanic streamer of semen arced up over his chest to splatter across the bar above his head.  So long and desperately had he held it that his volume and force were enormous.  Gout after gout followed, pumping out of the wildly pulsing cock like a machine gun.  Despite herself the panty-clad heroine licked her lips and gasped as she watched blast after blast of evil slimy semen splatter across the bar above his head.  Then, breathing in deep, she pulled a strand of stray hair back behind her ear and smirked.

“There,” she cooed, turning her sultry gaze down at him.  Her enormous breasts continued to caress, ever so lightly, up and down and all around the vast limpening shaft of his dick.  “You came.  Now tell me where Frog Tongue is.”

“Alright, alright,” Wrecker said, lying back in awe.  He was in that place of calm and perfect serenity a man goes to after a truly spectacular orgasm, and suddenly felt all gooey and compliant.  “Just… get me my phone out of my pants and hand it to me, I got to text to find out where he’s at…”

Breasts still encasing his dick, Ms. Americana reached down and fished in the thug’s pockets till she found a cheap disposable cell phone.  Pulling it out, she tossed it up to him.  “No funny stuff, like calling more thugs in on me,” she growled, warningly.  “Or I’ll kick their asses, and then come back and rip off your dick, and your balls to!”  She wouldn’t normally have threatened a man’s person like that, she reflected, but the ticking clock against Alpha Woman was weighing on her nerves.

“No funny stuff, I promise,” Wrecker said.  Grabbing the phone, he typed away, sent, and then got a response back swiftly.  “He’s at our hideout at the dead end on Jacobs Street,” he said.  “But hurry.  I didn’t tip him or nothing, but he probably knows you super-bitches are after him by now.”

“Good.”  Ms. Americana said.  Lifting her breasts up off his limp cock she turned and jumped down off the bar.  “Thanks, punk.”  Smirking, she couldn’t resist giving his limp dick a mocking parting flick of her finger.  He squirmed and whimpered, gasping helplessly.  Then she whirled to depart… and froze as she found one of the lesser thugs blocking her path.  Her head spun with a gasp, as the other four stepped up all around her, pinning the buxom bare-breasted beauty up against the bar that still had their leader’s spent and cum-splattered body lying prostrate across it.

“Hey bitch,” the thug blocking her way to the door said, leering.  “You don’t think you getting out of here without giving the rest of our dicks some special treatment too, do you?”  He pointed down at the huge bulge in his pants, a trait shared by all the others.

“Of course not,” Ms. Americana purred, sweetly, and sent her boot shooting up between his legs.  Her gleaming foot smashed into his package like a wrecking ball.  The thug’s leer froze and cracked.  Gurgling, he slowly toppled over.  Turning to look over her shoulder, Ms. Americana arched an eyebrow.  “Anyone else?” she asked.  Covering their nuts the rest of the thugs hurriedly backed up, whimpered their compliance, and motioned for to her depart in peace.

Shooting up out of the bar Ms. Americana sprinted off towards her next destination.  It lay in the very densest heart of the projects, virtually the center of Black Stallion territory.  “That was distasteful,” she thought to herself as she ran… trying to ignore that, while handling the criminal’s big dick, her already moist pussy had somehow become even wetter than before.  At this point juices were practically oozing down her thighs as she ran.  “But it will all be worth it when I win!”

A blur of red white blue and flesh, the topless Ms. Americana raced round the last corner into Jacobs Street… and gasped.  Skidding to a bouncy halt, she moaned in dismay, her face falling.

The isolated dead-end ghetto street was already teeming with news cameras.  A pair of police cruisers stood by, lights flashing silently.  Beyond the cameras and cops, a throng of low-income onlookers gaped.  Alpha Woman stood waiting in the very center of the circus, her hips cocked and a huge smirk upon her lips.  She had her hand wrapped around the shoulder of a glowering, handcuffed figure.  The latter’s frog-like face, thick paunch, and the incredibly long tongue that was visible as he snarled, made him unmistakable. 

“Glad to see you finally made it, Americana,” Alpha Woman purred.  “We’ve been waiting for you.”  She shoved the glaring prisoner forward, and pointed at him.  “Who is this?” she asked.

Blushing, Ms. Americana glanced up at the several rolling news cameras, then back at the prisoner.  Then, folding her arms beneath her huge bare breasts, she tried to look as defiant as possible given the circumstances.  “Frog Tongue, chief lieutenant of Pussy Tamer, the boss of the Black Stallions,” she said.

“And who caught him first?” Alpha Woman cooed.

“You did,” Ms. Americana admitted.

“Good!  With that out of the way, we can get this ugly creep out of here.”  With a single dismissive thrust of her mighty arm, she sent Frog Tongue stumbling ingloriously into the arms of some waiting cops.  The fat criminal lifted his head and glowered at the two heroines equally as he was led away, and stuffed in the back of a cruiser.

“Actually, Americana, I’ve got to hand it to you,” Alpha Woman said.  She hiked a thumb over her shoulder to where, at the very end of the street, behind the crowds, a large ugly concrete building loomed.  A single thick steel door, heavily reinforced, had been burst open… from the inside.  “He was holed up in a fortress, full of booby traps and knockout gas, the works.  If I’d tried to go in I’d probably have ended up curled up at his feet, with my costume in his hand and his dick down my throat.  But when he heard you were coming for him he came running out, right into my arms.  Still, rules are rules, and I’m afraid our contest gives no credit for assists.”  Lifting a single finger, Alpha Woman motioned Americana closer.  “Come closer, Ms. Americana,” she purred.

Blushing and glaring defiantly, the Queen of Justice nevertheless did as she was asked, sauntering slowly forward until she had come to stand a few feet before her waiting rival. 

“You owe me a forfeit, do you not?” Alpha Woman asked.

“I… I do,” Americana admitted.

“Pay up,” Alpha Woman said.

Gasping and blushing, the Queen of Justice turned her head one way and then the other, hands caressing nervously over her hips as she took in the waiting news cameras and vast waiting crowds all around her.  Cameramen and inner-city delinquents alike were licking their lips, knowing exactly what was coming.  But at last, Ms. Americana could delay no longer.  Before her smirking rival and a thousand watching eyes, she slowly bent low.  A murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd as her gloved thumbs slowly slid up, and slipped under the hip straps of her bikini bottoms.  Ever so slowly, as the murmur of the crowd rose steadily around her, Ms. Americana slid her skimpy bottoms down her buxom round ass and down onto her shapely thighs.  A chorus of ribald shouts arose all around her the instant her sopping crotch pulled out from between her legs, exposing her naked pussy to view.  Blushing deeply, knowing a dozen news cameras were zooming in eagerly upon her quivering drooling snatch, Ms. Americana kept stripping, bending down all the way until she’d reached her ankles.

With a loud gasp, Ms. Americana popped back up to her feet.  She couldn’t help herself.  Covering herself, her cheeks bright pink, her head spun one way and then other as she took in the hooting crowds that surrounded her now completely naked body.

Standing fully clad and smugly triumphant before her, Alpha Woman smirked and held out an expectant hand.  Americana gaped at the waiting hand in horror for a few seconds.  Then, squirming, she slipped one foot out of her fallen panties, and lifted the other behind her.  Reaching back, she plucked her panties off her boot, her aghast gaze never leaving Alpha Woman’s waiting palm.  Then, getting a bit better control of herself, Ms. Americana forced her hands to stop covering herself.  Standing before Alpha Woman, she put one hand on her ass, while the other reached out… her skimpy trademark panties dangling daintily from a single outstretched finger.

“Your prize, bitch,” Americana hissed, and dropped her panties into the redhead’s waiting palm.

“That’s Alpha Bitch to you, Queen of Sluts,” Alpha Woman purred.  Unhooking one strap of her one-piece, she slipped it through the crotch of Ms. Americana’s trademark panties and then reclosed it, leaving the skimpy victory trophy to dangle down the opposite fertile hip as the one that was currently being used to display her defeated rival’s giant-cupped bra.  “I think it’s clear who the superior heroine is now – anyone just has to look at my hips and your dripping cunt to see!  But, just to rub the point in, I believe we have one more forfeit don’t we?”

Smirking, Alpha Woman raised a single finger and made a summoning gesture.  From out of the crowd her sidekick Alpha Girl emerged and strutted forward, grinning evilly… and bearing an enormous, knobby black strap-on in her hands.  Taking it, Alpha Woman gave a gesture allowing her young protégé to depart, which she did… to join the immense and steadily growing live audience for the coming show.

Alpha Woman gestured towards the waiting hood of a police cruiser, to one side.  “I can’t think of a more appropriate platform than this one, can you, Queen of Justice?” she said.  “Assume the position, loser.”

The naked Queen of Justice breathed deep and glared.  But she had given her word – she had gambled and lost.  “Fine,” she spat.  Bare round bottom jiggling spectacularly, she obediently sauntered over to the waiting car and bent over it, putting her hands upon its hood.

The crew of the cruiser gaped at the familiar heroine bent over their car in shock, and then even more so at the redheaded heroine as she followed, buckling on her strap-on as she came.

“Wait, wait, wait!” the ranking officer on site said, rushing forward to stand in between Alpha Woman and her dripping, waiting target.  “Ladies, ladies… you can’t do this!  Not here!”

Alpha Woman gave the stricken cop a sultry smirk, and reaching out, laid a delicate yet invincible hand upon his chest.  “Captain,” she cooed, “in case you haven’t noticed, our little contest has led to the arrest of more dangerous criminals in a few hours than you’ve probably managed in a month, including the notorious Frog Tongue.  I think it’s a little hypocritical to shut down our game after reaping all the rewards, don’t you?”

“Err…” the captain croaked.  Now that he was just a few feet away, he found the two spectacular super-bodies filling his vision made it very difficult to think.

“Besides,” Alpha Woman cooed, slowly tracing a single finger down his paunchy uniform towards his belt, “In all this time she’s claimed to be Queen of Justice, has Ms. Americana ever given you a show like I’m about to?  You boys in blue work so hard.  Don’t you think you deserve a leading heroine who knows how to entertain you, once in a while?”

“Well, uh, when you put it like that…” the breast-befuddled captain murmured.  He backed up and backed off.  “Carry on, ladies…”

“Captain!” Ms. Americana snapped, outraged.

“Oh, don’t mind him,” Alpha Woman cooed.  Taking twin handfuls of Americana’s ample ass, she shoved the tip of her giant strap-on up against the Queen of Justice’s helpless, dripping pussy.  “He’s just doing what comes natural – as am I!”  Without another word she slammed her hips forward, driving her big strap-on into Ms. Americana.

“Oh, GREAT GODDESSSS!” Ms. Americana screamed, as Alpha Woman’s huge dildo slammed deep and hard up into her pussy.

Licking her lips and purring, Alpha Woman set up a devastating rhythm within her rival.  Her big black strap-on was well over a foot long, two inches thick, and covered in nodules and ridges.  In short order it massacred Ms. Americana’s noble pussy, rendering the proud raven-haired heroine into a moaning, squirming, devastated wreck.  Juices soon ran down Americana’s thighs like rivers.

“You realize, there is method in my madness,” Alpha Woman cooed, as she pumped faster and faster.  “I’m not just showing I can defeat you, Ms. Americana.  Nor am I just humiliating you in front of your city.  No.  I’m going to show them that you ENJOY it.  That you get off on being my heroine-ly bitch!”

“OH!  That – that will never happen!” Ms. Americana squealed.  Sweat dripped down her face, and she moaned and shuddered with each thrust.  Her huge breasts caressed the top of the humming police cruiser in time to Alpha Woman’s steady rhythm, as if giving it the silkiest waxing it would ever receive.  “You can do all you like to me, Alpha Woman, but you will never triumph!”

“We’ll see!” Alpha Woman laughed.  Pulling out, she flipped Ms. Americana onto her back.  Forcing her thighs apart, she put the tip of her strap-on up against the gates of her pussy and swiftly shoved back inside.  Americana cried out, head rocketing back and rolling against the windscreen of the cruiser with passion, as the new angle seemed to re-violate her snatch all over again.

Reaching both hands around Ms. Americana’s thighs, she put both hands on her pussy and spread it, making it easier for her to thrust even deeper.  Then, keeping Americana parted with her thumbs her other fingers slowly slid up… and began to teasingly caress her clitoris.

“Oh… oh Goddess… what are you doing?” Ms. Americana gasped, as her breath suddenly started to come fast and sharp.

“What comes natural,” Alpha Woman cooed.  “I’m a woman as well, Ms. Americana, and a heroine – I know exactly what it takes to tame us.”

“No!” Ms. Americana moaned.  “No!  Stop!”

But she couldn’t make her stop.  With only her thumbs holding Brenda’s pussy open, Alpha Woman had eight fingers left to tease, stroke and pleasure her sensitive outer gates… which was about five more than she probably needed.  In short order, moaning Brenda couldn’t even keep track of what all was being done to her, as he rival’s fingers simultaneously attacked her labia, her clitoris, her everything.  Ms. Americana bit her lip, moaned, squirmed, thrashed… but nothing she did could escape the constant devilish attacks on her most delicate regions. 

It didn’t help that her pussy had already grown quite wet and excited, before Alpha Woman even laid a touch upon it.  In quite short order she could resist no longer.

“Oh… oh, Goddess… oh, Great LIBERTY!  I’m CUMMINNNGG!” the Queen of Justice screamed.  Her whole body wiggled and shuddered helplessly upon Alpha Woman’s triumphantly thrusting schlong.

Cackling, Alpha Woman continued to thrust mercilessly as she threw her head back and crowed in triumph.  “Look at her!” she cried.  “Look at your champion now, Delta City!  Look at her, and see who the superior heroine really is!”

Then, having fulfilled her purpose, she pulled out.  Giving the Queen of Justice’s conquered quivering pussy a last few mocking whacks with the shaft of her dildo, she then took off the sopping strap-on and tossed it down onto the hood of the car beside its victim.  Moaning, her face flush and pink, Ms. Americana lay sprawled and broken upon the car, naked and defeated.

“Alright,” the police captain said.  “Alright, show’s over.  Everyone, clear out!”  Under his direction, the cops began clearing out the crowds and news cameras from the scene.  Soon all that remained in the little dead-end street were a handful of cop-cars, and the two competing heroines.  Groaning, her strength slowly returning after the devastating climax, Ms. Americana picked herself up off the police car and stood up before her waiting, smugly watching rival.

“You… you didn’t have to do that,” she growled.  Attempting to recover what little dignity she could, she folded her arms indignantly beneath her massive naked breasts.  “You could have had your little forfeit in private.  There’s no need for heroines to air their disputes so openly before the common citizens!”

“I disagree,” Alpha Woman said, a smug smile upon her lips.  “It was necessary.  The entire city now knows who the superior heroine truly is!”

Seething, Ms. Americana glared at her.  Then, slowly, an idea dawned within her masked, orgasm-exhausted face.  “Do they?” she asked.

“What?” Alpha Woman said.

“You arrested a bunch of Black Stallions, and Frog Tongue.  But the big boss, Pussy Tamer, is still at large.  You’re declaring victory and yet you haven’t even finished the job!”

“That-that’s true,” Alpha Woman admitted.  For the first time in quite a while, she looked hesitant.  “As a matter of fact, Frog Tongue let slip exactly where his current fortress is.  Though I doubt he’ll remain there for long.  But I wouldn’t go after a villain like that.  He’s too dangerous, especially on his own territory.”

“Ms. Americana would,” the Queen of Justice said, instantly.

Alpha Woman raised an eyebrow, and let her lovely eyes slide derisively up and down her rival’s naked, exhausted, and dripping super-human body.  “She shouldn’t,” she said.  “Not in her current state, at least.”

“If you’re going to declare yourself the superior heroine, you better back it up,” Ms. Americana said.  She lifted her chin, petulantly.  “What’s wrong, Alpha Woman.  Too scared to mount a third wager?”

Alpha Woman stared at her, then shrugged.  “Sure – your funeral.  If you bring in Pussy Tamer in your current state, today, then not only will I return your costume and declare to the city that it was a mere imposter who I ‘defeated’ today – I will publically kiss your feet and beg to become your sidekick.”  Looking up and down Ms. Americana’s dripping naked body, she smirked, and raised a coy eyebrow.  “Your live-in sidekick, if you’d like… and if you get my drift.”

“Deal!” Ms. Americana said, smirking eagerly.  “Get ready to lick boot – and to be shown how it’s really done!  Where is this fortress?”

“He’s in the abandoned housing project on 13^th and Long, in a hidden lair in the basement.  But Americana, I really wouldn’t –“  But it was too late.  Ms. Americana was already sprinting away, a smug smile upon her lips.  Alpha Woman watched the naked Queen of Justice bounce away, until her buxom ass jiggled around a distant corner and was out of sight.

Only then did the aghast, fearful expression vanish from her face… to be replaced by her biggest, smuggest smirk yet.

 

Sprinting nude through a dozen streets filled with gaping, rubber-necking civilians, Ms. Americana soon entered a decayed and nearly empty region… at the center of which her target waited.  The back entrance was guarded by two bored guards, who looked up, astonished, as a loud ‘For Justice!’ suddenly sounded and they saw a buxom naked beauty hurtling through the air at them.  Her booted heel smashed down one, and her spinning fist made short work of the other.  Retrieving a key from the belt of one of the fallen guards she opened the steel door and slipped hurriedly inside.

“I’ve got to move fast,” she thought to herself, as she jiggled rapidly down a set of steel steps, boot-steps clanging softly around her.  “They probably watched my humiliation on the news – the last thing they’ll expect is an attack now.  And that’s my biggest advantage!”

Smirking, Ms. Americana emerged from the stairs and charged out into a dark room… only to find it empty and without exits.  With a loud ‘clang!’ a thick steel plate suddenly slammed down behind her, sealing her in.  Ms. Americana whirled and gaped at it in shock.  Moments later, thick cloying gas began to pour from several dozen hidden spigots, rapidly filling the room.

“Oh my Goddess!  A trap!” Ms. Americana cried.  She hurled herself at the steel door but her pounding fists made no impact on it.  It was in any case too late – she had already breathed in too much of the gas.  Slumping down at the door, Ms. Americana gave it one last half-hearted pound and then fell back to sprawl across the floor.  Naked, her huge breasts rose and fell softly amidst the swirling gas as sleep overtook her.

A few minutes later, the gas started to thin.  A hidden panel, cleverly painted and disguised to look exactly like the surrounding brick, silently detached from the wall and swung inward.  Several black men emerged, wearing wife-beaters and gas masks, and distinctive Black Stallion belt buckles at their waists.  Kneeling down around the fallen super-heroine, one of them removed her belt while the others strapped a chloroform pad over her gently sighing mouth.  Then, hoisting her jigging unconscious form they carried her through the hidden portal, which closed silently behind them.

 

A little while later Ms. Americana awoke, rolled over, and groaned.

“Hello, bitch,” Wrecker said, and grinned.

She lay, naked and in chains, on the floor of a dark and grimy room.  Wrecker and his gang stood over her, their oversize running shoes surrounding her quivering buxom curves and their lanky bodies towering over her proud but helpless super-heroinely form.  Ms. Americana did not let her shock last for long.  Despite lying upon her side at his feet, her huge breasts spilling out and jiggling, soft and naked and defenseless, upon the cold ground at his feet, she lifted her head high and regarded him fearlessly.

“Hello, Wrecker,” she said, regally.  She smirked, smugly.  “You want me to make your dingaling twist like a helpless little worm underneath my finger, again?”

“Nah, bitch,” Wrecker said.  “It’s you that’s gonna be twisting under my finger this time,” he said.  Squatting down over her, he stuck out a finger and traced it idly round and round her tender nipple.  Ms. Americana gasped in outrage, but, though she struggled and strained against her clanking chains, could ultimately do nothing but grit her teeth and helplessly watch.  Under the circular caress of his jet-black finger her delicate pink nipple rapidly swelled until it was painfully and completely engorged.  Grinning, Wrecker gave her helpless, delicate nipple a single, mocking flick with his finger.  Then he stood up, and looked down upon her.

“Get this horny slut on her feet,” he told his boys.

Whooping with glee, the eager thugs fell upon their prey.  Ms. Americana cried out with rage and thrashed angrily, but ultimately her resistance was useless.  Hands seized her and wrenched her to her feet before their grinning boss.  Others slapped and squeezed mockingly at the mighty heroine’s lusciously curved ass, thighs, and flanks, even as she snarled and squirmed violently under their gloating fingers.

“Let me go,” she snapped up at Wrecker, as she found herself held in place before him by a half-dozen strong dark hands.  “Face me in a fair fight, you coward.  I dare you!”

But he just smirked.  “You didn’t take off yo belt when you trashed us, big titty bitch,” he said.  “So I see no reason to fight fair now the shoe on the other size 15 foot, slut.”

Slowly he walked around her, surveying the trapped heroine with pleasure, until he stood behind her.

“Bend her over,” he said.  “Open her.”

“No… no, you wouldn’t dare!” Ms. Americana shrieked, struggling.  But her struggles were, as before, meaningless.  With very little effort the collective strength of the leering gang-bangers forced the mighty heroine to bend forward, lifted her buxom ass high, and forced her squirming, struggling, incomparably muscular thighs to slowly spread apart.  Between them Ms. Americana’s precious pussy was left completely exposed before her foe, its delicate lips parted ever so slightly as if invitation.

“Do your worst!” Ms. Americana said.  Held helpless before him, she waited, any second now expecting to hear the sound of his zipper dropping as his big black dick came out to get his revenge upon the depths of her pussy.

But instead, without warning, she suddenly felt two of his fingers alight upon, and trace lightly down, her defenseless twat.

“Wh… what?!” she gasped, head rearing around in shock.

It was all the response she managed to make.  Not waiting for her to recover, Wrecker’s thick dark fingers dove straight up inside her and began pumping, mercilessly.

“Oh… oh my God…” Ms. Americana gasped, her eyes going wide.

He was very good.  In no time he had her panting and her buxom noble hips pumping, gradually at first but with increasing force, back against his deep and skillful internal strokes.

“What… what’s wrong?” Ms. Americana snarled… even as her whole body trembled upon the unchecked rampage occurring within her pussy.  “Doesn’t your big dick want revenge?” she hissed.  “Or… or are you too chickenshit?  You realize I’m too much woman for you, don’t you?!”

“Nah, bitch,” Wrecker said.  Leaning his head around her bare shoulder, his smirking lips descended upon her masked cheek and subjected it to a brief, mocking kiss.  Head shuddering with the power of his deep assault, Ms. Americana’s only response was for red lips to quiver in outraged shock… a little bit of drool running down them.  “That gonna be Pussy Tamer’s privilege, real soon,” he told her, and thrust deep.  Ms. Americana let out a deep, rumbling moan of horror, as she simultaneously learned of her impending fate and got penetrated more brutally with his insolent fingers than ever before.  “But after he heard what you did, slut, Pussy Tamer gave me the privilege of warming your cunt up for him.”  He stirred his fingers vigorously in her hot boiling cauldron, as if to demonstrate.  “And you know what, slut?” he said, leering up at her from his perch over her shoulder, “It’s gonna be my pleasure.  I’m gonna return the favor you did to my dick, three fold up ya cock-hungry, aching-to-be-tamed pussy.”

“Never!” Ms. Americana cried.  Eyes darkening with rage, even as her body continued to shake and quiver spectacularly under his unrelenting assault, she glared with dark fury out past his chortling men into the darkness.  “You will never break me!” she declared hotly.  “The Queen of Justice is invincible!”

“Heh,” Wrecker chuckled.  Despite her noble and righteous exhortations, he wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated.  Amused, he left one finger plunging in and out of her tight clinging depths while the other slid back out and began to run, lightly and teasingly, along her tender outer lips.  Mimicking her nether ones Ms. Americana’s upper lips promptly ceased their tirade and fell open in a deep, shuddering gasp.

“You already been broken, slut,” he whispered into her ear, as his fingers teased her pussy.  “You just ain’t realized it yet.” 

“N-never!” Ms. Americana cried.  Her body shuddered and her head gasped with pleasure as she was seen to.  But her piercing eyes remained fixed upon the distance, steadfastly refusing to look at her chuckling tormentors as they blazed with her fury.  “The-the Queen of Justice can never be defeated!”

But Wrecker just chuckled… two fingers now plunging deep and furious within her pussy, while a third toyed with her helpless clit.

“In case you ain’t realized, slut,” he purred into her defenseless ear, “the news crews caught everything as you stripped, ate Alpha Woman’s pussy, and got banged into total devastation on her strap-on plastic dick.  Even if you win, you’ll never be respected in Delta City ever again…”

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana cried in dismay.  “Y-you’re right!”  And as the horrid realization swept through her, something else did as well.  Her body began to quiver and shake, helplessly.  Her eyes grew wide.  “Oh, Goddess!” she gasped.  “Oh, GODDESS!”

“Ha ha ha!” Wrecker roared with laughter, as Ms. Americana’s buxom hips began to thrust helplessly back against his persuasive, invading digits.  “You’re fucking cumming!”  Juices began to shoot from her pussy all over his thrusting fingers.  “You slut!” he laughed.

“Agghh!!” Ms. Americana screamed.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body shook uncontrollably at her enemy’s deep, thrusting, invading force.  In no time, she had had enough.  Her body and brain, already badly abused by Alpha Woman and her monstrous strap-on, could hold out no more.  “I give in!” the once proud, once-mighty heroine wailed, as her body continued to shake desperately on his impaling fingers.  “Please!  I’ll do anything!  Just… just stop!!!”

“No way, bitch!” Wrecker laughed.  “I ain’t stopping until you admit you love it!”

“N-never!” Ms. Americana declared, hotly.

“We’ll see!” Wrecker laughed.  And, instead of stopping, he redoubled the force with which his thick cruel fingers were rampaging in the heroine’s tight, sloppy cunt.  In short order, her whole body tensing and releasing and a shower of moisture exploding from her beleaguered cunt out across her luscious inner thighs, another orgasm ripped up through Ms. Americana.  Then another.

“Oh, oh, OKAY!” Ms. Americana screamed.  Blushing face lifted to the ceiling and luscious full lips quivering in passion, she could no longer resist him.  “I admit it!  I love it!  I LOVE IT!”

“That’s right, bitch!” Wrecker laughed.  With three fingers inside her he gave her quivering cunt one last brutal thrust, then withdrew.  “You shoulda just said it right away, slut!” he laughed.  He gave her quivering, buxom, juice-splattered ass a quick pair of stinging swats, first with the front of his hand, then the back, squishing each well-rounded cheek in turn.  Ms. Americana cried out, quivering, as she got spanked.  Then, at Wrecker’s signal his men released her.  Groaning, Ms. Americana promptly sank to the ground at their feet, her naked dripping hindquarters lifted up high in the air.  Smirking, Wrecker lifted up one of his size 18 ghetto trainers and planted them on Ms. Americana’s squishing ass.

“Who got the upper hand in the end, bitch?” he sneered down at her.

“You… you did…” Ms. Americana softly admitted.

Wrecker smirked, and let his snickering, awed gang members snap a few pictures.  Then, having thoroughly reversed the damage getting tamed by the Queen of Justice had done to his rep, he took his foot off her ass and signaled them for get her back up again.  Ms. Americana groaned as she was hoisted back to her feet.  But by the time she was back upright, her buxom jiggling body held firm between two of his hulking gangers, the naked heroine had regained enough of her customary composure to snarl defiantly into wrecker’s smugly smirking face.

“You’ll never get away with this,” she assured him.  Her burning eyes glared daggers at him from between her once pristine but now tangled and matted raven-black hair.  Her gorgeous masked face was moist with sweat.  “No one does that to Ms. Americana and gets away with it.”

“That’s between you and Pussy Tamer now, bitch,” Wrecker purred.  Wreaching down and around, he gave her ass another swat.  “Now get this bitch moving,” he said to his men.  “Boss waiting.”

Growling and seething, Ms. Americana could do nothing as she was led down a dark hallway and soon found herself before a massive pair of doors.  They swung aside, and she gasped as she was marched, not into the dank underground throne-room she had half expected, but out into a massive, brightly-lit penthouse.

The skytop palace of Pussy Tamer was surrounded on all sides by floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sunlit skyline of Delta City gleamed.  The floor was shag carpet lined with marble pillars.  From each pillar hung the skimpy bikini of a heroine Pussy Tamer had wrecked, like delicate trophies.  Scattered among the pillars were piles of pillows upon which gorgeous women lounged, naked.  Clustered in groups of twos or threes, they appeared to mostly be in the midst of playing with one another, their luscious bodies writhing and twisting together.  As the mighty buxom heroine was marched by, though, one gorgeous face after another lifted up from muff, or breast, or from another gorgeous gasping face of its own kind, and gaped in awe as the Queen of Justice being led past them in chains.

But Americana scarcely spared these ladies a second glance.  Instead, her face was fixed forward, staring with wide eyes and mouth agape, her face covered with a mixture of awe and horror.

At the far end of the room, towards which she was being steadily and inexorably led, sat a massive bed.  Upon it, like a throne, sat the largest blackest man she had ever seen.  He was at least seven feet tall, and looked to be nearly as broad, every inch of him muscle.  Lounging around him in the bed, attending to his pleasure, were four captive super-heroines…  though they were only identifiable as such by their masked faces and massive bare breasts.  Two – Dyna Dame and the beautiful thief known as Esha – knelt at his feet, their delicate lips and tongues gently servicing a tremendous pair of balls nearly the size of their heads.  Two more – Bat Broad and Justice Juggs – lay upon their sides and were busily slurping and suckling their delicate lips up and down the largest, thickest, longest black cock Ms. Americana had ever seen.

“Oh… oh, my Goddess…” Ms. Americana whispered, as her eyes traced up and down Pussy Tamer’s aptly named member in shock.  He was at least two feet long and tremendously thick.  She could not help but imagine, in disbelieving awe, what he would feel like inside her pussy.  Briefly, her body locked up, skidding to a halt before him.

Lying back luxuriously, enjoying the services of his four luscious ex-super servants, Pussy Tamer smiled indulgently.  “Well, well, well,” a deep rumbling voice purred, from his smirking dark lips.  “Ms. Americana at last.  In the flesh.  It’s about time.”

“Keep moving, fucking bitch!” Wrecker said, and delivered a hard swat to her buxom bare ass.

“Agh!” Ms. Americana said and, ass stinging and eyes still glued to Tamer’s penis, helplessly stumbled forward.  Marching her around the bemused, be-sucked boss the gang forced Ms. Americana onto the bed behind him and forced her to kneel down facing the windows, looking out over her city.  For her part, Ms. Americana was briefly too busy panting in shock and stealing glimpses out of the corner of her eyes at Tamer’s humongous cock to do much of anything else.

“Sorry, bitches,” Pussy Tamer purred down to his four dutifully tongue-lapping heroines, “I’ve got another of your number to fuck.”

“Mmm…” Esha cooed.  Bowing her gorgeous head she pressed a sweet kiss onto the side of his penis then looked up at him in adoration.  “Can we watch?” she asked.  Her full red lips twisted into a smirk.  “I’d just loooove that.”  Deep blushes appearing on their cheeks, the three more virtuous former heroines also pressed delicate worshipful kisses onto their lord’s immense junk, and moaned out their agreement.  Looking down at them, Pussy Tamer chuckled.

“Sure bitches,” he said, rolling over until he was on his knees behind Ms. Americana’s held, helplessly waiting body.  “Watch away, if it turns you on.”

“It… it does master,” Bat Broad admitted.  Huge breasts swaying and shimmying, the four conquered beauties squirmed and rubbed against one another as they fought for a good position to watch the coming show.

“You… you’ll never get away with this, Pussy Tamer,” Ms. Americana said, finally recovering a bit of her bravado after the sight of his penis.  Held down, bent over, she could only wait helplessly, pussy juices dripping down her thighs, as he positioned himself behind her.  “You may have defeated some weaker heroines, but the Queen of Justice is beyond your power to tame!  I’ll never submit to your criminal authority!”

Watching breathlessly, Dyna Dame gasped in shock.  “Who you calling ‘weaker’, bitch?” she snapped.  Answering and agreeing cries rose from the throats of the other three large-breasted slaves.

Pussy Tamer merely chuckled, his voice a deep rumble.  “You’ll see, Americana,” he said.  Reaching out, he took a luxurious grip upon each of Ms. Americana’s buxom and rotund ass-cheeks, cupping their silky bubble-flesh and giving them a tight and appreciative squeeze.  Ms. Americana gasped, squirming helplessly.  Then a huge tip pressed through the gates of her pussy, and her eyes went wide.

“Oh, Great Justice…” she whispered softly.  Only now did she truly understand how big Pussy Tamer really was.  Or thought she did.

“Get ready, bitch,” the gang boss’s deep voice rumbled.  He let out a chuckle like a roll of thunder.  “If you can.”

“Oh, my GAWWDDD!!!” Ms. Americana screamed, as his huge penis slammed up into her.  Her head shot back and quivered.  The look upon her face was as if a galaxy had exploded inside her brain.  Her entire impaled body quivered upon its knees as if it was getting electrocuted.

“One,” Pussy Tamer’s dark voice rumbled.

Slowly, he pulled out, until only his tip was in her taut-spread, eagerly dripping cunt.  Then he slammed in again.

“Oh, my GODDDDDESSSSS!” Ms. Americana squealed.  Her head rolled back and forth, eyes wide and tongue lolling from her lips.  Tears leaked from her eyes almost as fast as fluid leaked from her absurdly over-stuffed snatch.  Her buxom, fertile hips trembled defenselessly as inch after staggering inch of black villainous cock poured into her.

“Two,” Pussy Tamer said.

Slowly, he pulled out again.  Ms. Americana’s body trembled, and a tiny devastated moan leaked from her lovely throat, as a seemingly endless length of delightedly throbbing, conquering, jet-black cock withdrew from her cunt.  Soon only his enormous, swollen glans remained inside her… but that was still more cock than two or three average men combined.

Pussy Tamer purred with pleasure, and took a firmer grip on her ass.  Then he slammed in again, angling his tremendous stroke a little higher into her pussy.

“Oh, GREAAT JUSSSSTICCCEEEE!!!” Ms. Americana squealed.  Her universe exploded before her eyes.  Her hips began to buck, furiously, against the endlessly entering cock that seemed to be spreading her deeper and deeper without end.  “Oh, Goddess!  Oh, Goddess!  Oh, GODDESS!!!” she screamed, her hips pounding back wildly against his rock hard, rock-steadily-sliding cock.  Her jaw dropped open so wide, the stunned heroine almost expected the tip of his cock to shove its way out, and her pupils became dots upon the vast white expanse of her eyeballs.  “I’m… I’m… I’m cummmminnnnnggg!!!” the once-mighty, once-defiant Queen of Justice squealed in disbelief, and, just as his huge penis was touching base deep inside her pussy, her wiggling cunt unleashed a shower of climactic moisture and her buxom hips began to slam back up against him with furious, desperate, pleasure-seeking fury.

“Three,” Pussy Tamer said, sighing with pleasure as the mind-blown Ms. Americana voluntarily started slamming her furiously, helplessly cumming snatch up and down his enormous cock.

“Ha!” Dyna Dame sneered.  “That’s one less than I took!  Who’s the weakling now, bitch?!”  The other three were too busy drooling to say anything.  They licked their lips, sympathetic moisture pouring in waterfalls from their delicate pussies, at the memory of their own conquests.

“That’s true,” Pussy Tamer said, casually, to Dyna Dame as, imbedded deep inside, he began to set up a smooth and devastating rhythm inside Ms. Americana’s wiggling, delightful, helplessly bucking hips.  “But I was less experienced then.  You only take two, now.”

“That’s… that’s not fair, Dyna Dame insisted, with a wheedling whine.  “I’m a much bigger slut now, thanks to your cock.”  Then, biting her lip, she squirmed closer for a better view, her own huge breasts jiggling against the covers.

To Ms. Americana, Dyna Dame’s words sounded like distant and meaningless gibberish, scarce audible over the ringing in her own head.  Her body bucked wildly, helplessly, in his grip, fucking herself brutally with his immense penis.  “Oh, Goddesss…” she whimpered, through quivering lips.  “I’m… I’m undone….”

“Not yet,” Pussy Tamer said, thrusting lazily within her.  “There’s a difference between cumming and taming.  But don’t worry, you’ll be there soon.”  Brain nearly breaking under his most careless of thrusts, Ms. Americana could only gurgle in response.

Then, through her peripheral vision, Ms. Americana saw a flash of red white and blue and the hazy shape of pair of buxom, cream-colored hips walking towards her.  Barely able to process it, her vision seemed to fade in and out as the wide hips slowly sauntered forward, as if they were in a strobe light.  On one particular deep thrust her world went silent as she deafened herself with her own squealing, and dark, as her mind was momentarily wiped of everything but jet-black cock.  When he receded, she found herself staring right at a creamy, supple belly, with a delicate navel right at its center.  An extremely skimpy red-white-and-blue one piece arced up from the crotch to high above her.  To the left, dangling down from the one-piece across one supremely curvy hip, was her own enormous empty-cupped bra.  To the right, across another spectacularly swopping hip, dangled her teeny little panties.  Slowly, lips quivering in passion from the fucking she was getting, Ms. Americana tilted her head back and blinked in disbelief.  A masked gorgeous face, crowned with a scarlet tiara and framed by lustrous flame-red hair, smirked down at her.

“Hello, Ms. Americana,” Alpha Woman cooed down into her would-be rival’s quivering, sweat-drenched, and cock-devastated face.

“Wha?  Wha?  Whuhh?” Ms. Americana whimpered, her eyes widening with staggered dismay.

Alpha Woman’s luscious lips quirked up into a wider smirk.  She giggled.  “Are you really just figuring it out now, you fat-breasted bimbo?” she asked, bemused.

“We’ve been working together the whole time,” Pussy Tamer said as, now with only one hand on her magnificent ass, he continued to casually and brutally fuck her.

“Whaa?” Ms. Americana whimpered.  Her lips trembled.

Smirking, Alpha Woman ducked down and came back up holding a cardboard box, from which several clinks rattled.  “My buckles came from here,” she purred.  Tilting the box down, she let the sweaty and horrified Americana see a sea of cock-and-ball BS buckles clanking around within.

“While to get your bandanas, you took out ten of the best soldiers of our only serious rival,” Pussy Tamer said, rutting away within the Queen of Justice’s helpless juicy pussy.  “The Bandit Kings are as good as finished.  Thanks to your help, soon my gang will own this city.”

“But… but.. Frog Tongue…” Ms. Americana whimpered, even as she bounced continuously under the relentless thrusts of the Black Stallion’s monstrously hung leader.

At the name, Pussy Tamer sneered, and Alpha Woman smiled.

“A turncoat, working for the Bandit Kings,” the gorgeous redhead purred.  She dropped the box with a clank and, putting her hand in her hair, preened luxuriantly.  “In fact, he’d become their boss’s right hand man.”

“So you see, Ms. Americana,” Pussy Tamer purred, as he thrust in deep again and again into her tight juicy furrow.  “You were really our pawn for the entire game.”

Ms. Americana moaned.  The humiliating revelation suddenly caused her pussy to start juicing wildly.  Her body was already coming continuously, so frequently and devastatingly she had long since lost track, had in fact lost all ability to distinguish one from another.  But now, she felt something else rising within her.  The revelation she’d been her enemy’s pawn the whole time, combined with the knowledge she had completely and utterly destroyed her own public reputation in the process, multiplied by the tremendous size and power of his penis slamming in total conquest up into her cunt, started to drive something else and wholly new into Ms. Americana’s body.  She couldn’t fight it.  But she didn’t even want to.  Eyes leaking tears and growing wide, as she felt the new and overwhelming feeling of utter defeat slowly spread out from her pussy, Ms. Americana whimpered in shock… at how much she loved it.  And how much her desperately beating heart and fuzzy, penis-ravaged brain desperately wanted to be tamed.

Pussy Tamer could feel it coming to.  “Get ready” he purred, “This bitch is almost finished.”

“Ooh,” Alpha Woman cooed, stepping closer.  “Does that mean it’s almost time to claim my reward?”

“Yep,” Pussy Tamer said, and sighed in exultant pleasure as he fucked Ms. Americana into oblivion.  “Come closer and get ready.  You got to kiss her right as I cum inside her.  That’s how this works.”

“My pleasure,” Alpha Woman cooed.  Stepping close, she put a finger under Ms. Americana’s sweaty chin.  Smirking, she slowly lifted Americana’s head up until it faced towards her.  The cock-ravaged brunette blinked up at her blearily, sweat and tears running down her glorious masked face.

“Get ready,” Alpha Woman cooed.  Squirming helplessly, Ms. Americana bleated mutely up at her rival.  “Shhh…” Alpha Woman purred, bringing her lips close.  She stroked her ravishing rival’s head gently, like she was stroking a pet.  “Don’t worry dear – it will be all over for you soon.”

 

 

DECISION TIME!

Hey readers!  I’m doing one of those multiple choice things like Mr. X does.  Not whether Ms. Americana wins or not:  she’s done.  However, if you WANT ALPHA WOMAN TO WIN, keep reading immediately below this section.  If you want BOTH HEROINES TO LOSE, skip down to the bolded section that reads HEROINES LOSE.  Or just read both!  : )

 

ALPHA WOMAN WINS

“Here it comes!” Pussy Tamer cried.  His hips pumped with greater and greater fury as he approached climax.  His massive penis, ramming in and out of her pussy at warp speed, broke Ms. Americana’s already badly damaged brain.  “Yes, yes yes!” he howled, one hand up, the other clutching her ass tight.  “YeessssSSSS!!!”  Slamming deep and hard inside her, he unleashed his massive load, sending a titanic quantity of sperm blasting up into Ms. Americana’s womb.

For just a moment, Alpha Woman’s lips hovered over Ms. Americana’s, as the latter’s luscious red petals gasped and quivered in awe.  Then, with a tiny triumphant chuckle, Alpha Woman drew her close and kissed her.  Ms. Americana whimpered in awe as cum flooded into her from one end, and Alpha Woman’s tongue from the other.  Then, slowly her eyes rolled back.  A last, pneumatic, utterly defeated squirm jiggled its way through her impaled penetrated body.  And then, with a final devastated sigh, she gave in.  Her entire body suddenly filling with the pure, cool, relief of being utterly conquered, she lifted her head higher and delicately, worshipfully, began to kiss Alpha Woman back.  The redhead’s lips, as they teased and danced with Americana’s luscious mouth, twisted into the most smug and triumphant smirk she’d smirked yet.  But, though she moaned softly, Ms. Americana did not stop.  Instead, sighing in delicate defeat, she kissed her ever harder.

With a great sigh, Pussy Tamer slowly withdrew his huge cock from Americana.  Her body shuddered deeply at the loss, but she never once stopped kissing Alpha Woman.  “She’s yours,” he said, sitting back with a tired sigh.

Pulling her lips back and gazing with half-closed and sultry smile down into Ms. Americana’s mute, gorgeous face, Alpha Woman purred.  “I know,” she cooed, stroking the mute and conquered heroine’s head like a dog’s.  “Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it,” Pussy Tamer said.  “Slut.”  Sinking back, he accepted the cooing and horny caresses of his harem, as they swarmed forward eagerly, silky flesh jiggling, to soothe his every need.

Ingnoring the comment, Alpha Woman stepped back and pointed at the floor.  She snapped her fingers.  “Come,” she said to Americana.

And, sighing heavily, but not in any other way resisting, Ms. Americana obeyed.  Naked, she crawled down off the bed and, getting down on all fours, began crawling away in Alpha Woman’s wake.

 

A few weeks later, Alpha Woman strutted down the streets of Delta City and purred with pleasure.

“It’s a glorious day,” Delta City’s new premier heroine cooed, as her spectacular curves drew awed stares jiggling down a crime-ridden street in her skimpy one-piece.  “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes…” Ms. Americana whispered, softly.

She crawled in Alpha Woman’s wake, naked.  The smirking redhead held a leash in one hand, the other end of which was fastened to a reinforced choker around Brenda’s neck.  The once-mighty heroine wore her mask, gloves, boots, and nothing else.  The Delta City Police had initially objected to the new Queen of Justice walking her pet in such a fashion, but few had objected for long.  As she crawled slowly forward through the city that had once been hers, Ms. Americana heard the continuous rain of cat-calls and wolf-whistles that, even after several weeks, still assaulted her every time her mistress took her out.  But, blushing, she had no choice but to put one gloved hand before the other and keep crawling.

But with each call, the already considerable volume of fluid leaking down from her exposed snatch increased slightly.  Already it glistened in sheets coating the insides of both of her mighty, crawling thighs.  Naturally, this did nothing to stanch the flow of either.

“Mmm…” Alpha Woman purred, as she heard the cat-calls as well.  She turned her head this way and that, at the hordes of men and trashy woman gaping down from open windows and ghetto steps at her and her pet.  “Don’t worry,” she purred, “You may not be Queen of Justice anymore, but you’ll always have a place in this city’s heart.”  Her smirk broadened.  “And its spank bank.”

As she sauntered forward, Alpha Woman wore, in addition to her usual costume, the former belt of Ms. Americana around her narrow hourglass waist.  At her new mistress’s orders, Brenda Wade had modified it to work with Alpha Woman’s biometrics.  With both her tiara and her belt, Alpha Woman was strong enough to beat down any other heroine who had objected to her new ascendancy.  And object they had.  Got Gal, Green Spectre, Omega Woman – one by one, Alpha Woman had had to beat each of them into submission.  Most had already been left, naked and depowered and gasping, to ‘accidentally’ fall into the clutches of Pussy Tamer, Wrecker, and their gloating Black Stallion minions.

As they walked on – or crawled, in Ms. Americana’s case – they soon passed a corner where some Black Stallions waited.  Which wasn’t surprising.  With Alpha Woman pounding down their rivals and ignoring them, the Black Stallions now owned Delta City… as well as just about all of its buxom heroinely ass that wasn’t Alpha Woman or her pet.

“Hey, bitch” Wrecker cooed down, as Alpha Woman strutted past.  “Need help disciplining your slut tonight?”

“Thanks for the offer,” Alpha Woman purred, smirking smugly.  “But I’m gonna stick to the strap-on tonight.  Ask again tomorrow, though!”

“Ha!  You bet, bitch!” Wrecker laughed, and waved cheerfully as her spectacular ass strutted gloriously on by.  Her face blushing, Ms. Americana’s buxom naked ass wiggled along just behind in her wake.

As she crawled on, a few tears leaked down Ms. Americana’s face.  She remembered Flag Girl, Got Gal, and a whole lot of other good and beautiful heroines who now lived to do nothing but wrap their lips adoringly around Pussy Tamer’s cock.

“Oh,” she sighed, crawling.  “If… if only I had won…”

“I wouldn’t knock yourself up too much about it, bitch,” Alpha Woman purred, keeping her leash clutched tight.  “You were never any competition anyways!”  Laughing, she continued walking her wiggling, juice-leaking slave on down the filthy Delta City street, and into the sunset.

 

 

BOTH HEROINES LOSE

“Here it comes!” Pussy Tamer groaned, fucking away furiously.

“Oh, I can’t wait!” Alpha Woman said, licking her lips eagerly.

Blinking blearily up at her soon-to be mistress, Ms. Americana shivered helplessly under Pussy Tamer’s cosmic-level plowing.  So devastated was she by his cock, so blurry had her vision become with sweat and water welling from her eyes, that for a few seconds she thought the dark shapes that had suddenly started to appear behind Alpha Woman were a mirage.  She blinked her eyes a few times… and then widened them, as she saw, clear as day, two huge wife-beater-clad black shoulders had appeared to either side of Alpha Woman.

Distracted purring at and petting her soon-to-be toy, Alpha Woman took even longer to realize she was being surrounded.  In fact, she didn’t realize anything at all until their hands suddenly appeared upon her buxom, silky-skinned body, and seized a hold of it.

“Psych!” Pussy tamer laughed.

 “Wh-what?” Alpha Woman gasped.  Her gorgeous face whirled to gape up into grinning black thug’s face on one side, and then span to gape up into Wrecker’s smirking face on the other.   So utterly confident had the mighty heroine been in her own powers, the thought of a double cross had never occurred to her.  Until it was too late.

“Surprise, bitch,” Wrecker said, sneering down into the mighty redhead’s gasping beautiful face.

Snickering, before the mighty scantily-clad creamy-skinned body trapped in their dark clutches could react, the snickering thug on the far side of Alpha Woman’s body darted a hand in, and grabbed her tiara.  Alpha Woman’s eyes widened.  Moments later, the tiara was torn away.

“Nooooo!” the shocked, appalled heroine moaned with dismay, as she felt her powers drain away with it.  Her once-mighty busty body squirmed desperately in the arms of her captors.  But by then it was too late.  All her gasping struggles accomplished was to wiggle her luscious curvy charms delightfully against the thugs’ appreciative flesh, and to set her tremendous barely-covered white boobs to sloshing and wobbling dramatically before their glittering dark leers.

“Stupid slut,” Wrecker laughed.  Grinning, with great pleasure he slammed a chloroform-soaked rag up and over her mouth and nose.  Above the pad, Alpha Woman’s eyes blinked wide, flickering in horrified shock.  Then, slowly, they lost focus and started to glaze over.  The mighty struggles of her body weakened, until she was doing little but languidly squirm her glorious curves against her foes.  Her lovely eyes fluttered, blinked one last time in forlorn defeat, and then closed.

“Hot damn,” Wrecker purred.  He pulled the cloth away, and grinned in glee at the sight as Alpha Woman’s helplessly, sweetly slumbering face lolled gently towards him.  Her luscious red lips, parted slightly in slumber, cried out desperately to him to be put to good use.

Bucking and squirming helplessly under her foe’s unrelenting pounding, Ms. Americana got a front-row seat to her would-be rival’s downfall.   She whimpered and, as Alpha Woman’s languid and unconscious body slowly collapsed back into gloating, pawing, eager hands of her foes, for the first time felt sympathy for her cruel and heartless opponent.  But by then it was far, far, far too late.

“As if I would come that easily!” Pussy Tamer laughed, taking a firmer grip on the Queen of Justice’s fertile, helplessly counter-pumping hips.  “Settle in bitch!  You got a lot more cock coming to you!”

In the distance, Wrecker and his gang were eagerly stripping away Alpha Woman’s costume.  Delirious but not quite unconscious, the once-mighty redhead squirmed and whimpered slightly but otherwise was unable to resist as her costume was stripped from her body.  Smirking, Wrecker pulled her gorgeous head back by her lustrous red hair and tried kissing her.  Lips quivering, she kissed him back, and moaned slightly when he pushed her away.

“As a reward for your loyal service, Wrecker,” Pussy Tamer said, “you and your gang may enjoy her mouth and asshole as you see fit.  Merely leave her pussy to me.  Afterwards, you may have your pick of two of my non-heroinely servants.”

 “You got it boss!” Wrecker said.  He and his gang licked their licks eagerly.  Yanking out his dick, he force-fed it into Alpha Woman’s gasping red lips.  Though she whimpered slightly, the half-catatonic heroine’s mouth still obediently spread, and quivering in awe, began to slurp messily up and down his brutally pumping shaft.  Behind her the thugs spread her thighs.  A jerk and whimper ran through her body as the first of them inserted his large black dick up her asshole.  Many more, stroking themselves, were eagerly waiting their turn.

“Hey, bitch,” Pussy Tamer said, stroking his hands luxuriously up and down Ms. Americana’s quivering shapely body, “Eyes up here.”

Pulling out briefly he flipped the Queen of Justice over, pushed his way in between her long, luscious, mighty legs, and slammed in deep once more.  Gasping up into his face, Ms. Americana moaned and bucked helplessly as she got plowed.  The moans and whimpers of poor Alpha Woman getting fucked rose steadily in pitch, volume, and intensity in the distance.

“What are you thinking, slut?” Pussy Tamer asked, fucking away deep inside her.

Ms. Americana gasped, her full red lips quivering.  Suddenly, with the same ferocious intensity as his penis, realization slammed into her.  Realization that Alpha Woman who, despite her betrayals, was her only hope, was getting methodically destroyed by Wrecker’s gang just over her shoulder.  Realization of just how thoroughly and utterly they had both been played, used, controlled.  Realization that her every movement had just increased Pussy Tamer’s power, while steadily marching her pussy to its rendezvous with his conquering dick.  All of it slammed into her brain at once, as if driven there by another deep demolishing slam of his cock.

“Oh, Goddess!!!” she moaned, and licked her lips.

For the realization that every move she had made had been in service to the huge cock pounding away in her pussy caused a huge surge of humiliation to well up within her body.  Matching it came a sudden explosion of moisture in her already sopping cunt, and a surge of unwanted yet undeniable pleasure flooding her deeply conquered pussy.  Her gorgeous masked face gaped up into Pussy Tamer’s looming face with steadily increasing awe.  With each deep, punishing, devastating thrust, the huge villain seemed to the moaning heroine less like her enemy… and more like her master.

But, her brain steadily demolished by his cock, she couldn’t express any of that.  Instead, squirming and gasping like a horny minx as she got fucked, her full lips quivered… and then dropped open with a loud drooling gasp as she took a particularly hard and brutal thrust. 

“It’s… it’s.. so BIGGGG!” she moaned, licking her lips in awe.

“You like it?” Pussy Tamer asked.

“Y-yesss!” Ms. Americana moaned.  She squirmed and thrashed, her lovely eyes rolling and trembling sightlessly in her brainless beautiful head.  “I… I… I LOVE it!!!”

“Do you want to be my slave?” he asked.

She gaped up at him in awed disbelief from her back, as he fucked her.  Then, his massive dick slammed in with a particularly hard, particularly devastating thrust.  “Oh!” her lips gasped, shuddering.  “Yes!”  She licked them, then opened them again in another awed tremble.  “Yes!  Yes!  I… I do!  I DOOOOOO!!!!”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Pussy Tamer’s voice thundered.  “So much for the Queen of Justice!”  Laughing uproariously, he slammed in and out of her with furious speed and power, exultant in the feeling of pure triumphant ecstasy coursing up from her conquered pussy through his penis.  Ms. Americana thrashed and screamed, her world collapsing around her.  With one last furious thrust he slammed into her like a space shuttle making a crash landing in her snatch, and, as his booming laughter exploded all around her quivering head, an equally titanic explosion of cum erupted in her pussy.  Within seconds of his cannon-like discharge her entire pussy was filled, and massive gouts of excess jism was spurting from her overloaded snatch.  Pussy Tamer sighed with joy as he milked Ms. Americana’s conquered pussy with exultant little thrusts, while his pulsed like alien probosids as they poured his massive discharge into her.

Such was the scale and power of Pussy Tamer’s conquest, Ms. Americana’s brain wiped out from the sheer extremity of it.

When she came too, she was lying on her side in the bed in a sopping pool of her own sweat and Pussy Tamer’s cum.  She lifted her head, eyes spinning, dazed.  Then moments later, a huge pair of tits dragged over her shoulder.  Ms. Americana whirled her head and gasped... as she saw Alpha Woman, moaning and helpless, being dragged into position on top of her… and before Pussy Tamer’s cock.

His four turn-coat conquests had been busy.  Lips set into sultry smiles and tongues working busily, Esha, Justics Juggs and the rest were even then still eagerly laying a last few re-invigorating laps upon Pussy Tamer’s already rock-hard and eagerly-twitching schlong – even as the dark hands of Wrecker’s crew were happily shoving Alpha Woman’s pale, buxom, wiggling haunches into place before him.  Deep voice purring with pleasure, Pussy Tamer reached out and seized a luxuriant hold upon her amazing ass.  Alpha Woman whimpered and shuddered in awe, as she felt his titanic cock-head press hard against her dripping, tight little slit.

“I thought we were going to be allies,” the gorgeous redhead whimpered.  She was prostrate directly over Americana, almost smothering her former rival with her breasts.  Her gorgeous red hair draped down onto Brenda’s panting face.

“The khan of khans,” Pussy Tamer said, “does not ally himself with a plow furrow.”  Then he thrust in, deep.

Ms. Americana screeched.  Alpha Woman’s screaming, straight into her ear, deafened her, and briefly sent her back into insensate darkness.  When she came to again, her entire world was sweaty, sliding, buxom flesh.  Pussy Tamer was thrusting powerfully, pounding Alpha Woman’s pussy as brutally yet effortlessly as he had pounded Americana’s.

“Having fun, ladies?” Pussy Tamer laughed, enjoying himself capitally.

Turning their heads, one atop the other, the two most gorgeous heroines in Delta City whimpered up at him… eyes shimmering with awe.  Their full red lips quivered, Alpha Woman’s with each pounding in her pussy, Ms. Americana’s in sympathetic vibration to her former rival’s moans.  The titanic force of Pussy Tamer’s thrust forced Alpha Woman’s belly down upon Ms. Americana, nearly crushing her under the silky curves of her rival.  Alpha Woman’s huge breasts jiggled against Americana’s back, while Americana’s bobbed and shook in a sloshing puddle of Pussy Tamer’s cum mixed with Alpha Woman’s fluids.

Never once withdrawing from Alpha Woman’s tight slick pussy, Pussy Tamer wrenched her around until she was on her back.  Lying face to face, her face, gasping, gazed up into his as he fucked her… eyes shining.  Her huge breasts caressed back and forth across his massive black chest.  Beneath her, Ms. Americana moaned and squirmed, her ample charms sloshing in their combined juices.

“Tame my pussy, Pussy Tamer,” Alpha Woman whimpered.  Putting a finger through her lips, she bit it , staring up at him like a horny schoolgirl.  “Please, please, please…  Tame my pussy…” she whispered.

“Ha ha ha ha,” he said, fucking her deep.  “I always knew you were a slut!”

“I am a slut, Pussy Tamer,” Alpha Woman whimpered.  “Please…  take me.  Own me.  Use… use me!”

“Me… me too!” Americana moaned.  Her gorgeous eyes blinked up at him in awe from the bedsheets.

“Ha ha ha ha!” Pussy Tamer laughed.

“Take us both… please…” both heroines whimpered, simultaneously.

“Sure thing, bitches!” he laughed, and kept right on fucking.

 

A few months later, and Pussy Tamer’s lair looked much the same… except it had much nicer décor.  Along the walls of his penthouse palace, the columns were lined by Omega Woman, Green Spectre, Lady Midnight, and a dozen other of Delta City’s greatest heroines.  Between them, Alpha Woman and Americana had provided more than enough information for the Black Stallions to ambush all of them unawares… among other sources, soon to be revealed.  All were naked, kneeling, with their wrists chained to the pillars above their heads.  Moaning softly, their gigantic breasts shook slowly back and forth in a continuous heavenly display.  Like the fish-tank in a dentist’s office, only the triumphant big-dicked super-villain version.

Every once in a while, a group of naked models walked down the rows of chained super-heroines, giving them food… and swatting them on the ass with riding-crops if they failed to keep up an adequate breast-swaying.  Gasping, cheeks blushing, the chained heroines kept their shoulders agreeably rolling, and only rarely actually needed chastisement.

Pussy Tamer sat upon his massive bed-cum-throne, enjoying the view, with Ms. Americana and Alpha Woman naked at his feet.  Blushes on their cheeks, they kept their lips busily slurping, licking, and worshipping his giant conquering dong.

Before him, standing side by side, two supplicants had come to plead at the throne of the new dark king of Delta City.  Alpha Girl stood on one side, Flag Girl on the other.  Both young heroines had their hands clasped behind their voluptuous young panty-clad bottoms.  Flag Girl was without her belt, Alpha Girl without her crown.  Both gasped, having visibly difficulty keeping their eyes off their naked kneeling mentors.

“Please, Pussy Tamer,” Alpha Girl gasped.  “I tricked both Got Gal and Amazing Babe into preparing themselves, naked and helpless, for your capture.  Is that not enough to get my mentor released?!”  Looking up through her red-headed bangs, she licked her lips like a well-endowed ingénue begging for a good grade on an assignment.  Meanwhile, behind her, the respective heroines moaned in dismay to finally hear how they had been so easily and humiliatingly captured… but, at a reproachful look from the vigilant and crop-equipped models, blushed and kept their giant breasts steadily swaying.

“That’s not fair!” Flag Girl cried, staring at her rival in anger.  “I gave you the identities of Green Spectre, her sidekick, and Hexanna!  It’s my mentor who should be released!”  It was now the turn of her respective heroines to gape and moan… and obediently, beneath their blushing masked faces, to keep their huge bare breasts jiggling as well.

Pussy Tamer chuckled… and slowly sat back upon his bed, giving the slurping mentors at his feet better access.  Something that, rising up eagerly upon their buxom haunches, they immediately took advantage of.  Grinning, Pussy Tamer turned his head down and looked down at them.

“Your sidekicks are really dumb,” he said. 

The two kneeling heroines moaned, blushing in acknowledgement… and, tilting their gorgeous heads, kept right on worshipping his penis.  Looking back up, Pussy Tamer looked both sidekicks in the eye. 

“Girls, girls, girls,” he sighed out to the two sidekicks.  The teen heroines blushed, squirmed… and tried not to gape in awe, as their mentors’ tongues slowly and delicately slid up and down the villain’s immense jet-black penis.  “I’m frankly kind of astonished you both fell for this so long.  I hate to be the one to break this to you.  Your mentors?  Are never coming back.”

“Oh…” both young heroines, gasped, softly.

“And now that virtually all of Delta City’s heroines lie at my feet, I have no need of you.”

“Oh…” the two girls whimpered.  Their blushes deepened.

“And,” he said, as, on cue, a massive phalanx of his men marched out to block the exits, “there is no way you are getting out of here without being captured.  Especially since you both surrendered your objects of power to get in.”  Grinning, at the center of the phalanx, Wrecker lifted up Flag Girl’s belt in one hand, and Alpha Girl’s tiara in the other.

“Ohhh…” both heroines moaned.

“But,” Pussy Tamer said, “Let it never be said that in total victory, I am not merciful.  I will give you two girls a new deal.”  Leaning forward, he grinned evilly.  “First bitch’s bikini to land on the floor gets tamed by me.  Second bitch gets handed around my men first.”

Both young heroines stared at him in shock, large breasts rising and falling beautifully in their tiny bras.  Then, as one, squealing with frenzy, they both bent low… and began to furiously tug and wiggle their way out of their bikinis.  In no time they both had their bras off and dropped onto the ground and, bending low before their soon-to-be-new lord, demonstrated surprising difficulty in wiggling out of their tiny panties.

“Ahhh,” Pussy Tamer said, as he sat back again and enjoyed the show.  Briefly, he turned his gaze down to the two heroines slurping at his dick.  He grinned.

“I love competition, don’t you?” he purred.

Upon their knees at his feet, Ms. Americana and Alpha Woman both moaned, heavily, their eyes briefly fluttering closed.  But they couldn’t help themselves.  Bowing their gorgeous heads, they applied their lips vigorously, sliding them up and down his huge penis as they adoringly worshipped it.  Moaning softly, each heroine struggled desperately to give him the best possible pleasure, as before him, their sidekicks both struggled to slide their panties as swiftly as possible down their long and sleek, shapely legs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUMMARY:  Ms. Americana gets into a series of challenges with Alpha Woman, her new upstart rival.  First she fails to win more Bandit King bandanas than Alpha Woman can get Black Stallion belt buckles, and as a result has to hand over her bra and publically eat out Alpha Woman’s pussy.  Next, she is tasked with catching the Black Stallions’ lieutenant.  Though she resorts to getting a Black Stallion gang leader at her mercy in a bar and then working over his dick until he talks, Ms. Americana still gets beat to the punch.  As a result, she has to strip off and turn over her panties, and then let Alpha Woman fuck her with a strap-on.  In the afterglow, triumphant Alpha Woman admits one challenge remains that she is, herself, unwilling to accept:  going after the Black Stallions’ boss, Pussy Tamer.  Smugly, Ms. Americana vows to do just that, on the promise that if she does so her costume will be returned and Alpha Woman will tell the press her victim was a mere look-alike.  Following the tip Alpha Woman gave her, Ms. Americana runs off… and immediately falls into a trap.  Captured, she is led before Pussy Tamer in his heroine-decorated penthouse palace.  As she gets fucked, a smirking Alpha Woman walks in and informs the horrified and helplessly orgasming heroine that she was working with Pussy Tamer the whole time and all her objectives were for his benefit.  The story then diverges to two endings.  In one, Alpha Woman receives a tamed Americana as her reward and, smirking, leads the naked heroine on a leash through her former city as she struts along as the new Queen of Justice.  In the other, Alpha Woman is betrayed, chloroformed and captured by Pussy Tamer’s goons, and the smug boss then fucks both heroines into submission.  In a coda, the heroines look on, while slurping their lord’s penis, as their sidekicks begin a new competition:  who can strip faster before the new boss of Delta City.