Ms. Americana goes to the Zoo

 - By Violator

Author’s Note – In case the title wasn’t a clue, this one is almost entirely about animal-on-heroine sex.  If that’s not your thing then move on.  Re: the villains – Gorilla Groxx is of course just a knock-off of any number of comic book gorilla villains.  Lady Delicious is a resurrection of the villainess from the Bat-Broad drawn comic – I just liked her verbal schtick and decided to re-use it.  Hit END for a short summary.

“Is everyone in position?” Ms. Americana said into her choker-mike.

“YES!” a chorus of voices came in from all over the zoo.  “Ready!” Azure Angel said from in front of the panda exhibit.  “Ready!” Got Gal and Omega Woman said in unison from just outside the elephant pen.  “Ready and waiting!” Jungle Babe said into her earring-mike, as she stood amidst lush jungle foliage in the snake exhibit.

“Excellent!” Ms. Americana said, standing with Flag Girl high atop the aquarium building.  “Keep your eyes open and your ears peeled, ladies.  We know Gorilla Groxx is going to try something tonight… but we don’t know what!  Americana out!”

Taking her finger off the microphone, Ms. Americana lifted her binoculars to her eyes and swept her gaze across the vista before her.  From the top of the aquarium, she and Flag Girl had a commanding view of the entire zoo.  In the winding paths below, Ms. Americana could see over two dozen buxom super-heroines strutting along their patrols, their pneumatic scantily-clad bodies vanishing and re-appearing as they passed in and out of the glow of the zoo’s lights.  Despite the gravity of their search, Ms. Americana felt a tingle of pride in her loins at the sight.

“Thank you again for coming,” the Zoo Director purred, standing behind her and also admiring the view.  A gorgeous brunette clad in a khaki greatcoat, she wore a protective gas mask over her face - just in case.  She wasn’t a super-heroine, after all.  “Oh - and for helping with their last, delicious, feeding!  We wouldn’t want to risk our staff with Groxx on the loose.”

“It was our pleasure,” Ms. Americana said, not looking away.

Lowering the binoculars, she handed them to Flag Girl and struck a bold power pose atop the building.  Her legs spread, her hair billowed in the wind.  “Our heroines are now spread out over the entire zoo,” she said, stretching out her arm.  “No matter which beast it is that Groxx wants to steal for his foul genetic experiments, we shall foil him and bring him in in chains!”

“How deliciously confident!”  the Zoo Director said.  “Well, I’d better be going before things get too hot for me.  You ladies have fun!”  Turning, she gave a parting wave behind her as she strutted away across the roof to the access door at the other end – an access door silhouetted against the glowing skyline of Delta City itself.  The clicks of her high-heels upon the concrete grew softer in the heroines’ ears as she departed.

Meanwhile, Flag Girl had put the binoculars to her pretty teen face and slowly zoomed in on one of the crates of food the heroines had helped deposit in the cages, in place of the normal un-powered staff.  Her brow furrowed, and she mumbled to herself as she sounded out the letters.  She’d just had that one in bio-chemistry class the previous week. 

Suddenly she gasped, deeply, her jaw dropping.  She dropped the binoculars.  They hit the ground and shattered with a loud crash.  “Th… that’s not food!” Flag Girl yelped, shocked.  “That’s a super-powerful sex mutagen!”

“Aw… you figured out the delicious secret!” the Zoo Director purred.  Turning at the door, she whipped off her gas mask and smiled sultrily, as the stunned super-heroines whirled to face her.

“Lady Delicious!” both super-beauties gasped in unison.

“In the flesh!” the voluptuous villainess purred, drawing a remote from her pocket.  She punched a button.  From the darkness far below the two heroines’ jutting scantily-clad asses, there suddenly came the creak and clang of dozens upon dozens of mechanical enclosures sliding open simultaneously.  Moments later, from across the length and breadth of the vast sealed zoo all, there arose a terrible symphony of animal howls, bestial roars… and shrieking super-feminine screams.  Turning their heads to gape into the darkness beneath them, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl gasped in horror.

“Mmm!” Lady Delicious purred, cocking her head and smiling at the sounds.  “Sounds like your friends are having a delicious time already!”

“You… you’ll never get away with this!” Ms. Americana declared.  Her head whirled back around to glare at the villainess, her eyes afire. 

Without another word, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl charged forward to deliver justice.  But the unpowered villainess simply smirked… and, when the two mighty breast-bouncing heroines were exactly halfway across the roof, pressed a second button.

“Oh, Great JUST-“ Americana cried as the floor suddenly opened up beneath herself and her squealing sidekick.  She was cut off by a loud ‘sploosh!’ as both she and Flag Girl plunged into a waiting tank below.

For several seconds Flag Girl and Ms. Americana flailed and moaned silently as they tumbled head over heels in night-dark water, completely disoriented.  Then, both heroines got their bearings, looked up… and yelped, bubbles streaming from their mouths.

Just outside the immense glass wall of the aquarium tank, Lady Delicious was riding a large cargo elevator down from the roof.  Gorilla Groxx stood by her side, his huge ape-like body dwarfing the voluptuous villainess, whose head was level with his shoulder.  Groxx looked just like any other 500-pound silverback, save for his red-glowing eyes, and one other noteworthy appendage.  Despite their liquid predicament, both gaping heroines had to struggle to keep their eyes off the enormous gorilla phallus that dangled between his bowed, hairy legs.

“Thanks for your cooperation, Ms. Americana,” Groxx gloated at her through the glass.  “But I’m afraid the only animals I’m interested in experimenting on… are you human super-sluts!”

“But thanks for delivering so many deliciously fat-breasted specimens!” Lady Delicious purred.

Forming fists, both Flag Girl and Ms. Americana screamed out to the two smug villains that they would never get away with their schemes.  But, still immersed underwater, all that came from their lips were a string of bubbles.  Then their yells cut off into shocked, horrified gasps… as, simultaneously, a suction-cup-covered tentacle alighted on each heroines’ inner thigh.  Belatedly their widening eyes saw, from behind, the words “Giant Pacific Octopus – Enteroctopus Dofleini” stenciled on the side of the tank.

“See you later, sluts.  Enjoy!” Gorilla Groxx laughed, as more tentacles alighted upon the shocked, squirming super-heroines’ bodies.  Then the elevator carrying him and Lady Delicious descended out of view.

Thrashing and screaming in the disorienting darkness, Ms. Americana fought uselessly as tentacle after clinging tentacle appeared from the darkness to ensnare her body.  Disturbingly, they seemed almost to caress at her flesh even as they clung to it.  One that alighted upon her right breast curled around and rode the huge bouncing bra-encased jug, seemingly accomplishing no other purpose than to enjoy its pneumatic undersea motion.  The one that had alighted first upon her mighty thigh slowly slid up it, feeling, but for the pumping suction cups, like the roving hand of a particularly aggressive suitor.

‘It’s… feeling me up?!’  Americana thought, mind reeling.  ‘No!  I’m imaging it.  Losing oxygen.  Getting… delirious!  Got to break free…  quickly!’

Beside her, Flag Girl squirmed, beset by equally insistent and invasive tentacles.  Though, her arms held behind her, she was even more helpless.  ‘Ooh!’  it’s just like being under the bleachers with Chaz the tight end!’ the wide-eyed blonde thought, as a tentacle alighted upon her ass and squeezed… it’s tip slipping, perhaps on accident, down inside her candy-striped panties.

Then Ms. Americana’s eyes went wide as another tentacle suddenly slammed home… right up between her legs and into her crotch.  The slender tip of the tentacle wiggled back and forth over her belly, while its suction cups massaged her tender twat right through her bulging panties.  ‘Oh!  My goodness!’ Ms. Americana thought, and for a few seconds, her mighty thighs could only wiggle uselessly to either side of the inhuman, yet monstrously erotic, invasion.

But even as she squirmed helplessly, her eyes slowly darkened.  ‘This…’ she thought ‘is the last straw!’

Reaching down with her gloved hands, Ms. Americana seized two tentacles at random and squeezed with all her super-powered might.  An inhuman howl of pain echoed up from the dark water beneath her ass.  Moments later, the tentacles leapt off of both heroines’ bodies as fast as they had appeared and whipped away to vanish into the darkness below.  In their place, a huge cloud of ink immediately exploded up out of the already nearly pitch-black depths, enveloping their wiggling bodies.

‘Got to act fast!’ Americana thought.  ‘Or else we’ll be blind.’ Seizing her still-stunned sidekick with one hand, Ms. Americana surged towards the surface with powerful strokes, breaking into air moments before the dark roiling clouds closed entirely around her.

The heroines’ heads burst from the water and they gulped desperately upon the welcome air.  With a couple more quick, powerful strokes Ms. Americana towed her sidekick to the edge of the tank and helped her up.  Hoisting themselves up out of the water, they collapsed onto their bellies and panted desperately for breath.  Their huge breasts hung off the far side of the tank, dangling over the empty but previously villain-occupied room.  Their ample panty-clad bottoms wiggled over the dark water, their images reflected in its rippling mirror-like surface.

“Are you going to be alright?” Ms. Americana asked, as she pulled her bedraggled hair back out of her face.

“Yes, soon,” Flag Girl gasped.  “But that’s not important – look!”  Reaching out one arm, the teen pointed down into the room.

Before them, far below, the service elevator stood empty.  Nearby, the splashes of the heroines’ landing and struggles had left a large puddle stretching over the concrete floor.  And from that pool, a line of gorilla footsteps led directly to a side door.  There was no trace of Lady Delicious’ high heeled prints, however.

“They must have split up!” Flag Girl gasped.  “Quick – you go after Groxx!  Give me a minute to catch my breath, and then I’ll go hunt down Lady Delicious.  She’s the lesser threat.”

“Are you sure?” Ms. Americana asked.  Recovering quicker than her teen sidekick, she clambered slowly up out of the tank. 

“We have to catch them both, but Groxx is more important,” Flag Girl said.  “I’d only slow you down right now.  Hurry!  You have to catch him and put a stop to his plans before any of the other heroines are harmed!”

“Right!” Ms. Americana said.  She rose up on her haunches.  With her bikini-clad body dripping, she looked like a big-breasted swimmer about to start a heat… although she was facing the wrong way.   “Be careful, Flag Girl!” she added.  Then she jumped.  Landing effortlessly thanks to her belt, she promptly took off in hot pursuit of her gorilla foe.

“I will!  Good luck!” Flag Girl called, watching from atop the tank as Ms. Americana's bounding ass vanished through the door and was gone.

“Oh… that octopus took a lot out of me!” the sidekick whispered to herself, wiggling and gasping for breath.  Raising a hand, she too pulled her bedraggled blonde hair back behind her pretty head, eyes closed.

So the voluptuous young heroine completely failed to detect the two tentacles that slowly re-emerged from the water, right behind her wiggling teen ass.  That is, until they suddenly alighted upon her… and slid right up into the hips of her little red-and-white-striped panties.

“Oh… oh no…” Flag Girl gasped, her head turning and her eyes going wide.  It was the only response she managed to make.  Moments later, the two tentacles lifted the back of her skimpy panties up off her ass and, in one smooth powerful stroke, yanked them down her luscious legs and into the water.  “Oh, Goddess!” Flag Girl yelped, squirming in shock, as she found herself suddenly stripped naked from the waist down, her fertile hips wiggling helplessly above the treacherous dark waters.

Then, moments later, another tentacle wrapped around her ankles and tugged the teen heroine back into the water.  Flag Girl vanished with a tiny yelp… followed a few seconds later by a loud, ululating moan.

Oblivious to her sidekick’s fate far behind her, Ms. Americana ran on, following the moist ape footprints.  The aquarium building was adjacent to and contiguous with the Snake Exhibit, and without breaking stride Ms. Americana followed her quarry’s trail from the back rooms of one and into the other.  Only to skid to a halt, jaw dropping open.

The Snake Exhibit had been set up with thin glass walls to either side of the trail and between each cage, to maximize guests’ impression of being in a deep serpent-infested jungle.  Now, all had been shattered, covering the ground in broken glass and turning the fake jungle into a real one.  But that’s not what drew Ms. Americana to a stop.  No, that was Jungle Babe.

“Goddess!”  Ms. Americana gasped.  The mighty jungle heroine had been assigned to patrol the snake exhibit.  Now she was its prisoner.  A huge anaconda, the largest snake in the exhibit, had ensnared her in its coils, pinning her arms tight to her sides.  Her huge breasts, squeezed between two coils of thick anaconda, had burst from their tiny bra.  The enormous bare jugs jiggled bouncily atop the thick muscular serpentine flesh beneath them.  The coil slowly slid tighter and tighter, rough scales scraping against the bouncy silky-soft undercurves caressing gently atop them.  Half of the giant serpent’s body was still in the trees and it had lifted its blonde prey bodily from the jungle floor, pinning her a foot up off the ground, her body wiggling helplessly amidst leaves and and orchids and vines. 

Another large python was wrapped around her calves and ankles.  Both snakes' heads were looking right into the struggling jungle heroine’s face, the anaconda from a perch amidst the branches right beside her head, the other python holding its head near her thigh.  As she struggled in their coils, both snakes waved their heads and hissed… seemingly, the Queen of Justice thought with a tiny gasp, with pleasure.  Then she shook her head – surely she was imagining things.

“Oh, my Goddess,” Ms. Americana cried.  Her booted feet strode fearlessly across the sea of glass to stand before her squirming friend.  “Hang on just a minute, Jungle Babe!  I’ll help you!”  But for the moment she wasn’t sure how, her gloved hands hovering, open and quivering indecisively, to either side of her panty-clad hips.

“No… need!” the blonde heroine gasped.  Despite her predicament, her flushed and straining face turned and gave the Queen of Justice a confident smile.  “They may be more resistant than usual, but don’t worry – these naughty creatures will soon bow to my powers!  Then, we’ll have them as allies against Groxx!”

“Are… are you sure?” Ms. Americana asked skeptically, putting a hand on her hip. 

“Yes!” Jungle Babe said.  A single trail of sweat trickled from her pink, quivering lower lip.  “Groxx passed by just seconds before you came!  He… he paused to taunt me and then moved on.  Hurry!  You have to catch him!  Every second you wait, he gets further!”

“Right!” Ms. Americana said.  Lifting a hand she waved.  “Good luck, Jungle Babe!”  Then with that, she turned and took off… oblivious to the thick serpent’s tail that had risen up behind her, seconds away from coiling around her own slender hourglass waist.  In the trees just behind where her voluptuous ass had been, a snake’s head turned, glared at said departing barely-covered ass, and hissed with frustration.

“Ha!  That’ll teach you!” Jungle Babe laughed at the thwarted serpent.  She smirked.  “Now you’ve just got me to deal with.  And believe me… no matter how much you think you may have me… I’ve got the power to tame you serpents in the… oh.”  Turning her head, Jungle Babe gasped into silence, her jaw falling open, as she saw a new snake appear in the branches right before her face.  It’s beady eyes looked down into hers, its little tongue slithering in and out, as its tail slowly rose up… a huge and distinctly phallic appendage swelling at its tip.

“Oh… oh Goddess of the Jungle preserve me…” Jungle Babe gasped, as she stared down, cross-eyed, at the huge waiting serpentine cock.

Moments later, another snake tail alighted upon, slithered down inside, and easily pulled aside her tiny fur panties.  “Oh, Goddess…” Jungle Babe gasped, turning her head and gaping as she saw another phallic-shaped tail rise up to poise at her wiggling, snake-wrapped, completely defenseless ass.

In the leaves and vines all around her a half dozen more phallic-tailed serpents emerged.  Their extended heads waving back and forth eagerly, they hissed with delight, watching the buxom heroine squirm helplessly before them.  Their penis shaped tails, wrapped around various branches and waiting their turn, oozed precum out to dribble onto waiting leaves and orchids.  Eyes going wide and jaw hanging open, Jungle Babe slowly turned her head and panned her shocked gaze from snake to snake, looking into each’s eyes in turn.  One by one, as she met its gaze, each serpent slid its forked tongue in and out, hissed, and despite it being impossible… seemed to grin.

“Guys,” Jungle Babe slowly moaned, eyes going wide with uncharacteristic fear.  “We… we can talk this out.  I… I apologize for trying to control you!  It won’t happen again!  Just… just let me go and…”

Heads rising, every last snake around her suddenly let out a loud hiss… and, with just that barest of warning, the huge serpent phallus poised above her asshole reared slightly back… and then slammed home inside her.  Driven by stunningly powerful serpent muscles it spread her tightly puckered ass without the slightest visible effort and rammed mercilessly up inside her.

“Oh Great GODDESSS!!!” Jungle Babe squealed, her jaw dropping in shock.

It was the opening the serpent hanging in front of her had been waiting for.  With viper-like speed it struck, slamming its own giant tail into her wide-spread lips.  Jungle Babe’s eyes went wild and helpless as her throat filled with scaly cock and her mouth with rough serpent shaft.  Then her eyes slowly rolled back.  Body jerking helplessly in its tight caressing coils with each thrust from either end, Jungle Babe submitted.  Unable to do anything else, eyes glazed, she started to noisily suck and to thrust her hips back.

All around her, waiting their turn, the serpents waved their phallic tails eagerly and hissed with pleasure.

Once again oblivious to what went on just behind it, Ms. Americana’s voluptuous ass ran furiously on through the dark zoo.  Emerging from the snake house, she followed Groxx’s moist prints down a dark trail and into the main open expanse of the zoo.  However, as she ran each print grew fainter than the last until finally, at a three-way cross-roads, they vanished.

“Damn it!” Ms. Americana cried, standing at the cross roads and turning her head down first one path, then the other.  “The trail’s gone cold!”

“That’s what you think, Ms. Americana!” Groxx’s voice boomed from above her.  “It’s actually quite hot.  As is my latest experiment - won’t you agree?”

Tilting her head back, Ms. Americana gasped to see him standing atop the Panda Exhibit before her, his massive frame silhouetted against the moon-lit clouds.  Beside him, naked and bound and strapped into a winch was Azure Angel.  Around the gorilla mastermind’s feet a half dozen monkeys danced, chattering mockingly.  Two of them waved the captive heroine’s blue costume like trophies, her bustier and panties stretched tauntingly between their little clutching paws.

Meanwhile a team of four more monkeys, hooting eagerly, worked together like a galley crew to start turning the crank of the winch.  With a creak, the dangling Chinese heroine jerked in mid-air, and then started to slowly descend into the waiting darkness beneath her.

“No… you can’t do this!” Yumi Wong cried, wiggling helplessly. 

“Tsk, tsk.  You should be honored, Azure Angel,” Groxx purred.  “You’re about to be the first super-heroine to breed with a panda in captivity!”

Directly below the descending heroine, in the center of the pen, two male pandas stood on their hindquarters and looked upwards.  They lapped their chops eagerly, awaiting their jiggling voluptuous treat.  Two erect, unnaturally enlarged penises extended from between their legs.  In the corner, the exhibit’s lone female panda munched contentedly on bamboo, apparently completely uninterested in the entire affair.

“Oh!  You bastard!” Yumi cried, as the winch jerked to a halt… leaving her dangling a foot above the floor of the pen.  An eager male panda, his dick dripping, immediately grabbed her voluptuous wiggling hindquarters in his long yet strangely gentle claws… and slowly spread her.

“Don’t worry, Angel!  I’m coming!” Ms. Americana called.  Then, squatting down, she drove all the power of her mighty belt-boosted legs into a spectacular leap.  The leap carried her all the way to the top of the exhibit.  But, though graceful, it also left her path completely predictable.  Darting forward with startling speed, Groxx was waiting and ready when she landed.

“Argh!” Ms. Americana groaned as his blow struck.  She could block it but could not dodge, and cried out in shock as the gorilla’s mighty backhand knocked her off her feet… and straight down into the waiting pen below.  With a wail, Ms. Americana smashed through leaves and branches and landed flat on her back with a bone-jarring thud.  For a moment, she lay still, groaning, as the world spun around her.  Her belt may have saved her from injury, but the hard landing still left her dazed.

An ear-splitting moan, of both pain and pleasure, drew the startled heroine back to her senses.  She surged up onto her knees with a gasp, whipped her head round towards the sound of the scream… and froze.  Jaw dropping, her eyes went wide to see the panda’s hips slamming home against Yumi's buxom, jiggling ass.

“Oh… you racist monkey ASSHOLE!” Azure Angel squealed, as the titanic penis of her ancestral homeland’s national animal spread and slid, hard and deep, into her tight unprepared pussy.  Despite herself, she began to juice helplessly around him, fluids dripping from her impossibly wide-spread labial opening. 

“Not a monkey, speciesist bitch!” Groxx’s rumbling voice called back down, deeply amused, from high over their heads.

“Oh, my Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasped, watching her friend get bestially fucked in horror.  Then a pair of panda claws suddenly alighted on and gently wrapped around her own raven-haired head.  Realizing she had problems of her own, Ms. Americana tore her eyes off Yumi and turned slowly back to face forward… and gaped in horror as she found her own humongous, pre-cum-drooling panda dick waiting before her face.

With a hoot of pleasure and a grin on its toothy maw, the giant panda pushed its hips forward.  The tip of its vast phallus rammed up against Ms. Americana’s quivering red lips... and stopped fast against her jaw.  Eyes going wide and staring downward, Ms. Americana trembled momentarily.  Acting on instinct, she slowly spread her mouth a little wider and extended her shining teeth, pressing them to the panda’s skin, ready to bite.

“No!  Wait!” Yumi Wong's voice suddenly cried.

Her teeth pressed gently against the panda’s huge waiting penis, trembling upon her knees at its feet, Ms. Americana slowly turned her wide eyes and looked her sweaty squirming fellow-heroine in the face.

“Stop!  D-don’t bite!” the Chinese heroine groaned… even as her own voluptuous body bucked and writhed helplessly on the furious fucking she was getting.  “He’s… he’s too precious!” Yumi gasped.  “You can’t hurt him!  Esp…. especially his penis!  Please, Ms. Americana!  PLEASE!”

Lips silenced by the huge penis pressed to them, Ms. Americana’s already wide eyes slowly broadened even further.  A look of forlorn, helpless dismay spread across her masked face.

“That’s right, Ms. Americana!” Groxx’s voice called in taunting agreement from high above her.  “We wouldn’t want to hurt an endangered species, now would we?  You know what you gotta do!”

Eyes fearful, a blush spreading across her cheeks, Ms. Americana slowly turned her eyes down to gape at the waiting penis in horror.  A squirm ran through her kneeling body, and she moaned softly.  Then, looking up to stare forlornly at the waiting panda’s belly, her ass gave one last fearful quiver atop her boots… and then, retracting her teeth, she slowly spread her soft and succulent red lips wide.

The panda wasted no time.  Feeling resistance slacken, it promptly wrapped its claws tight around the back of the wide-eyed heroine’s head, and, tilting its head back with a hoot of pleasure, slammed deep down inside her.

Held helplessly on her knees, Ms. Americana could only squirm and moan and blink in stunned disbelief as inch after staggering inch of thick, endangered, inviolable cock slammed its way brutally down into her throat.

“Delicious!” Groxx laughed.  “Such good, servile heroines we have!”  Below him the two heroines, each getting slammed deep in her own way by panda penis, could only moan, spread wider, and helplessly take it.  With a roar of delight, Groxx leaped down from the top of the cage to the crossroads outside, turned, and leered through the bars.  “You do a good job, ladies,” he admonished, enjoying the view.  Then, turning, he made good his escape down a dark pathway, his hooting monkeys hopping and swinging along in his wake.

Left alone, for several minutes the two heroines existed in a world populated by nothing but pumping panda cock and the sound of one another’s helpless abject moans.  Ms. Americana’s moans came to Yumi’s ears muffled by the sound of the giant endangered penis plugging her luscious red lips and slamming furiously back and forth through them.  Azure Angel’s, meanwhile, were groaned through quivering lips, regularly licked by her tongue, as despite herself the furious plowing of her animal suitor made her engorged pussy surge and sing with pleasure.

Finally, with twin hoots of pleasure, both male pandas lifted their heads high, slammed home deep, and spent their endangered loads.  Gouts of cum erupted simultaneously from Yumi’s impaled pussy and from Ms. Americana’s taut-stretched lips, the latter beneath closed mask-covered eyes and blushing cheeks.  Breathing hard and chuffing with pleasure, the male pandas slowly slid out of the gaping dripping human females’ holes.  Azure Angel promptly collapsed and hung limp in her winch-harness, cum dribbling in rivers down her thighs.  Ms. Americana swayed back and forth and then slowly slumped back to lie dazed upon the floor of the cage, her thighs spread.  Her tongue lolled from her mouth as an equal river poured from her slack lips.

The two male pandas slapped claws, almost as if sharing a frat-boy high five over the collapsed bodies of the two fucked-out human females.  Then they turned, completely ignoring their broken conquests, and shuffled off side-by-side towards the back of the pen to share a much-needed drink of water.

Ms. Americana lay dazed for almost a minute, and then slowly, with a groan, rose shakily back onto her knees.  Grimacing with revulsion, she wiped off the remaining cum as best she could and then stood and approached Yumi.

“That thing’s pretty heavily built,” she said, studying the iron harness and thick dangling chain.  “Hold still.  This may take a few minutes.”

“No!” Yumi said.  Rising up in her harness, she looked up from beside Ms. Americana’s panties to her face.  “No, don’t waste your time!  Go after Groxx!  He’s more important!”

“Are you sure?” Ms. Americana asked, slowly.

Both ladies shared a quick, worried glance behind Ms. Americana’s voluptuous ass.  The two pandas had finished their shared drink and, grinning, turned and started shuffling back towards the heroines.  From the look of the dicks already rising between their furry legs, both were already getting eager for another go.

“Yes!” Yumi said.  “Groxx may be evil, but he’s right.  If… if they mate with me enough times… maybe they’ll get interested enough to mate with the female panda too!”  Still lying on her back over the in the corner, the female panda took another gnaw of bamboo, looked up to meet their gaze… and grinned broadly.  “It’s…  it’s a chance we HAVE to take!” Yumi said, head turning back to gaze desperately up at the skeptical Americana.  Her hindquarters wiggled as she finished her impassioned argument, another thick dollop of semen running down out of her pussy.

Americana stared at her fellow heroine for a long moment and then shrugged.  “If you say so,” she said.  Then, just before the pandas reached her, she crouched down and, mighty thighs surging once more, leaped back up to the top of the pen.  The pandas bleated in dismay as her voluptuous ass shot up and away just moments before their claws would have arrived upon it.  Landing outside the pen, Americana turned and looked the still-captive heroine in the eyes.  “Good luck, Ms. Wong,” she said, waving to her through the bars.  Then she turned and took off, her buxom panty-clad ass bouncing away with super-speed to vanish down the trail.

Standing on their hindquarters, the two bull pandas briefly growled in frustration to see one of their two busty human playthings escape.  Then they looked into each other’s faces, shared a tongue-lolling glance, and shrugged, as if to say ‘easy cum, easy go.’  Turning back, they shuffled forward towards their single remaining, squirming, utterly helpless female.

Biting her lip, Yumi could only dangle defenseless as the two pandas grabbed her and spun her around, like a toy, into the proper position between them.  The one with Americana’s lipstick smeared up and down his long member positioned it before the dripping gate’s of Yumi's pussy, while the one who already enjoyed said twat readied itself before her gaping pretty face, eager to sample the pleasure it just saw its brother enjoy.

Gaping own at the first panda cock to poise itself before her lips, a look of doubt slowly crossed Yumi’s masked face.

“Or…” she whispered to herself, eyes widening in horror, “or they’ll just get a taste for human mouth and pussy… and forget about their own kind forever.  Oh… oh no!”

But it was too late.  Before Yumi could say another word, with twin howls of pleasure the two pandas slammed home.  Despite her doubts, Azure Angel had no choice but to spread her sweet lips wide and, eyes watering, begin to furiously suck.  Watching the buxom squirming human get smothered between her male counterparts, the female panda, still lying lazily at the corner, gave them an encouraging hoot and then, looking away, applied her teeth once more to her simply delicious stick of bamboo…

For once not oblivious to the fate of the heroine she was leaving in her wake, Ms. Americana nevertheless did her best to push what must be happening to Yumi from her mind as she ran onward.  She had bigger matters to attend to… specifically Groxx.

But unfortunately the mighty heroine no longer had a trail of tracks she could follow.  So instead, as she jogged she tried to keep her eyes peeled for an ambush or other sign of treachery, and hoped he hadn’t doubled back.  Her buxom body bounced beautifully in her overloaded bra and skimpy ass-hugging panties with each loping stride as she proceeded warily into the African Exhibits.

“This… this park was crawling with super-heroines,” Ms. Americana said to herself as she jogged.  “They can’t all have been defeated.  Where are they all?”

As if to answer her question, a loud moan from high above suddenly drew her skidding to a halt.  Ms. Americana raised her head and gasped, to see her busty, blonde, long-time ally Got Gal dangling from a tree branch high above her.  The once-mighty heroine was topless, gasping, her arms and huge breasts hanging over the top of the branch while beneath it her high-heeled feet kicked helplessly.

Just a foot away from her one of Groxx’s monkeys danced, its feet prancing lightly upon the very branch to which she so precariously clung.  The mighty heroine’s huge white bra dangled from its paw, her glowing power jewel still hanging between its empty cups.

“Ms. Americana!” Got Gal gasped.  She stared down at her long time ally in a mixture of relief, and dismay to be found so humiliatingly treed.

“What… what happened?” Ms. Americana gasped.

“Ambushed!  Bra catch undone… in mid-flight!”  Blushing, she glanced up at the mocking monkey, then back to her gaping ally.  “Landed here and… now I… can’t get… down!”  Her top-heavy de-powered body struggled desperately, legs kicking and pale silky flesh jiggling against the dark sky, but made no progress in hoisting the rest of her ample hanging curves up safely onto the top of the branch.

“Hold on!” Ms. Americana said, putting a hand to her chin as she gaped up in dismay.  “I’ll get you down!  Somehow.”

“No!  Don’t bother!  I’m humiliated but… safe.” Got Gal said.  Despite her precarious position she lifted an arm from the tree and pointed… even as the monkey leaned over and, grinning tauntingly, dangled her captured power-jewel-laden bra directly between her face and Ms. Americana’s.  “Groxx came, taunted us… and then went that way!  I’ll be… fine!  Go!  You may be the only one left!  Get… him!  Get revenge!”

Suddenly, without warning, another little monkey hopped in out of the darkness and landed upon her jutting ass.  Head turning, mouth agape and eyes going wide, Got Gal gasped in shock.  Crawling effortlessly upon its helpless foe’s voluptuous wiggling flesh, the monkey slid both hands into her tiny panties and, with a mocking hoot, yanked them down her dangling thighs.  Got Gal screamed and struggled desperately, but could ultimately do nothing as she was relieved of her panties.

Then, hopping up onto the branch beside its fellow with her bra, Got Gal’s skimpy female-symbol-decorated panties dangling like a trophy from its paw, the little monkey turned and beckoned into the darkness.

Shambling slowly, a giraffe appeared from out of the night-dark gloom and moved slowly forward towards the beckoning monkey.  Lifting its head to a clump leaves just a few feet to the left of Got Gal's buxom naked hip, it suddenly snapped out an enormous and seemingly prehensile tongue and wrapped it around the clump.  Tearing them effortlessly away with its strong tongue, the giraffe slurped the leaves back into its long snout and chewed happily.

“Oh… Goddess of Got…” Got Gal moaned softly, her eyes suddenly wide as dinner plates.  She licked her lips, despite herself.  Watching helplessly from the ground, Ms. Americana put a hand to her own gaping lips… even as the other dropped to trace, lightly and unthinkingly, across the front of her own skimpy and suddenly tingling panties.

Hooting in frustration and dancing upon the branch in front of the giraffe’s contentedly chewing face, Got Gal’s captured little bikini dangling briefly forgotten from their paws, the two monkeys both pointed straight towards Got Gal’s helpless, naked pussy. 

Swallowing, the giraffe extended its head again… this time following the bouncing monkeys’ hooted suggestions.  Ever so slowly it’s long snout nuzzled in between Got Gal’s helplessly wiggling thighs and slowly slid up them.  Eyes half-lidded, the docile beast then obediently opened its lips and it’s tongue darted out, giving the heroine’s defenseless dripping twat a quick, stem-to-stern lick.  Then it drew its back and paused, licking its lips, as if considering her taste.

“G-goddess!” Got Gal moaned, her eyes going wide.  Her mighty thighs spread slightly further apart.

Apparently liking what it tasted, the giraffe slowly extended its snout again, opened wide… and, without warning, suddenly sent its massive tongue shooting unerringly up into the heroine’s waiting cunt. 

“Oh, Goddess!  Oh, Goddess!  Oh, GODDESSSS!” Got Gal screamed, her whole buxom body shaking furiously around the beast’s invasion as its mighty tongue wiggled inside her.  In less than fifteenseconds she came.  Her voluptuous hindquarters shook uncontrollably atop the beast’s snout, as if in furious acknowledgement of its power over her.  Her tongue, as if in pathetic imitation of the one destroying her, lolled out of her mouth and licked, delectably, around her trembling lips.  Beside her the monkeys hooted in triumph and danced, waving her captured bra and panties to either side of the beast-conquered human’s mindlessly cumming head.

Crying out, unable to watch any longer, Ms. Americana turned and looked away.  But to her horror, she found herself facing into the rhino pen… and yet another scene of defeat.  Belatedly, as she gaped in shock, a few of Got Gal’s words ring in her mind… that she had said ‘us’ and ‘we’.

Before her in the rhino pen, Ms. Americana saw the bull rhino itself perched in the very center of the enclosure… a familiar pair of tiny emerald-green panties dangling from its horn.  The beast was humping rhythmically, letting out little chuffs and sighs of pleasure.  Atop the beast’s back, another of the horrid little monkeys had straddled it.  Arm lifted high, the monkey rode atop the bull rhino in imitation of the ‘bucking bronco’ pose… with Green Spectre’s trademark green bustier dangling from its uplifted paw.  Such was the breadth of the beast’s belly that the horrified Ms. Americana could barely make out the figure of the buxom blonde lying upon her back beneath it, crushed by its weight… and helplessly receiving its pleasure.  Her face smothered by her immense lover’s belly, Axanna Morgan’s moans and cries barely rose above the level of whimpers by the time they reached Americana’s ears… and were even then scarce audible above the rise and fall of the orgasmic Got-squeals behind her.  In fact, were it not for the rhythmic twitching of the rhino-impaled heroine’s toes and fingers with each thrust and withdraw, Ms. Americana might have suspected the beast’s huge dick had literally ended her.

But she had little time to contemplate the latest scene of stupendous debauchery before her, let alone figure out what to do about it.  For moments later, the trumpeting roar of an elephant, followed by a loud female wail, drew the Queen of Justice spinning yet again.  One ass cheek faced towards Got Gal’s high orgasmic squirms and another to Green Spectre’s near-invisible domination, Americana gaped up to the high fence of the elephant pen… just in time to yelp in shock as Omega Woman slammed belly-first into it with a clang.

“Oh, Goddess!” the buxom short-haired blonde wailed.  Her body quivered as she grimaced in pain.  Then, groaning, she collapsed to hang limp atop the fence, her hindquarters on the inside and huge breasts on the outside.  Save for her gloves, boots and mask she too was naked.  Her face looked up, eyes widening in shock, as she spotted Ms. Americana standing below her.

“Where… where did you come from?!” the high-perched heroine moaned.

“I’m after Groxx!” Americana told her.  Going from one conquered friend to another in such short succession, her mind was starting to reel at the sheer enormity of what was being done, collectively, to her proud heroine-ly army.  “What… what happened to you?!”

“B-bastard monkeys surprised me from behind with gas, and then stole my bikini.  I… I gave chase to try and get it back, but… but I got ambushed by… by of all things a…”

Suddenly, another loud trumpet sounded, and moments later, from out of the darkness, two huge elephant feet slammed down like pile-drivers onto the top of the fence… one on either side of Omega Woman’s wiggling body.  Mouth falling open in horror, Omega Woman turned to look at first one, then the other… then turned to gape upwards, as two elephant tusks emerged out of the darkness to loom overhead out in front of her.  The trunk extended down between the two heroines, and wiggling with anticipation in the air, gave another little toot of pleasure.

“Oh…  shiiiit…” Omega Woman slowly gasped, her face going pale.

Moments later, the air filled simultaneously with a deafening roar and, barely audible beneath it, the highest-pitch squeal Brenda had ever heard a woman produce.  Standing, quivering, upon the ground, Americana could only gape up in shock, her jaw hanging open, eyes wide as dinner plates… and watch.  The elephant’s penis was as thick as a telephone pole, but somehow, impossibly, it managed to ram itself in.  Though, even with the mighty thrusts of its tree-trunk legs, it only managed to get about a foot of itself within her… which was still barely past its tip.

Her long squeal finally dying into eye-dripping jaw-broken silence, Omega Woman quivered like a broken toy, crushed beneath the grey belly of her pachyderm paramour.  Ever so slowly, her impossibly stretched pussy quivering and dripping around the elephantine member upon which she was, more or less literally, impaled, her lips trembled… and then, flopping out a lolling tongue, she licked them.

“Oh… oh my Goddess… thank GOD I’m a super-heroine!” Omega Woman softly whispered.  Her eyes, wide as saucers and with pupils the size of dots, looked as far away as Jupiter. 

Oblivious to everything except the feeling of by the far the tightest pussy it had ever had, the bull elephant cozied up gently (from its perspective) to the little fuck-toy upon its pen’s rail.  Then, letting out another toot of pleasure, it began to rut with what was (again, to it) an exceedingly gentle stroke.  To the gurgling buxom super-beauty that lay, helplessly, upon the receiving end, its loving taps may have well been the action of an industrial drilling machine.  But, thanks to her super-human powers, Omega Woman’s body remained unhurt.  Based on the rictus set in her gorgeous face, her brain was another story.  Rammed straight through both pain and ecstasy into another place entirely, only a tiny little gurgle emerged from her gorgeous head… but that at least confirmed that some activity had survived the impossible pumping she was getting in her pussy.

Meanwhile, predictably, atop the pleased elephant’s head, two monkeys clung like circus performers… dangling the massively-fucked Omega Woman’s stolen and fat-heroine-ass-baiting bikini triumphantly from their waving paws.

The spectacle, from pachyderm penis to gurgling heroine to mockingly crowing monkeys, was so overwhelming that for several seconds Ms. Americana was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but stand, mouth agape, and watch.  The sounds of Green Spectre and Got Gal also being destroyed, still washing around her ears, didn’t help.  So distracted was she, she didn’t notice the monkeys sneaking up behind her… until it was too late.

Suddenly, with a shriek of glee, one monkey leapt up, bounced off a nearby garbage can, and landed upon her shoulders.  Gasping, Ms. Americana barely got a chance to turn her head before a damp cloth, bearing the distinct scent of chloroform, was pressed tight against her face.  Meanwhile, a second monkey leaped up onto her buxom hips and, lower claws digging into her squirming round panty-clad ass and tail wrapped around her mighty thigh, ripped away her belt.

“Mmmph!” Ms. Americana moaned in shock, voice muffled by the pad, as she felt the lightning crackles of her own powers vanishing dance around her hips.  Too late, she reacted.  Reaching up, she tore the monkey from her shoulders and, crying out, tossed it viciously away.  The little creature landed hard, screeched, and scampered off into the night.  But, hooting, the other one leaped off her stinging scantily-clad ass and took off, belt dangling in tow, before the furious de-powered heroine could get her hands on it.

“Give that back!” Ms. Americana bellowed, and gave chase.

The theft of her belt did wonders to focus Brenda’s mind… despite the slight befuddling effect that the gas she had breathed in started to impose.  The moaning, sexually demolished friends all around her were instantly forgotten and, snarling, she sprinted single-mindedly after the fleeing monkey.  But without her belt, though highly athletic, Brenda was ultimately just another bikini-clad human bimbo.  She surged forward and gave a desperate swipe towards her belt, but her fingers closed just a few inches shy.

“I’ll catch you soon!” Ms. Americana roared, not giving up the chase.

Perhaps realizing she was right, the monkey suddenly darted to one side, changing its tactics.  Bouncing off a convenient bench, and onto a wall, it leaped, squealing, over a deep moat and into a dusty boulder-strewn pen.  Roaring in fury, Americana bounded fearlessly after it.  Scrambling up the rock, Americana crested it to find the monkey turned around, trapped against the high back wall of the pen.  It chittered nervously, trembling, her belt held like a bandolier over its little shoulder.

“Ha!” Brenda said.  Standing atop the rock, she put her hands on her hips and smirked.  “Thought you could get away, did you?  Well, you’re not fast enough for a super-heroine.  Now, why don’t you give that back and…”

A sudden roar from right behind her drew her to her senses.  She gasped, whirling… only to take the backhand of a mighty, clawed, golden paw right to her face.  Ms. Americana was knocked sprawling, landing hard upon her back.  Lying atop the rock, buxom panty-clad ass pressed into its jagged surface, Brenda briefly squirmed and moaned, dazed.

“Mmm…  what have we here…” a deep, amused, and urbane voice rumbled.  “Why don’t we relieve you of these… constraints?”  Reaching down, a thick sharp claw slid in between the huge cups of her bra… and effortlessly tore it in two.  “Much better!” the voice said, as her huge breasts burst forth to jiggle bare before it.  “You’re a mammal, same as we… you should display your mammaries with pride!”  With a few more snips, the claws severed the other straps of her bra, and lifted it from her.

The cold night air swirling around her massive naked jugs brought Brenda to her senses.  With a sudden, sharp gasp, she opened her eyes and breathed in.  With a growl of fury the mighty heroine shot up onto her knees… only to freeze, with a gasp, as she realized where she was.

Depowered; topless; indeed, clad in little other than gloves, boots, and panties; Ms. Americana found herself kneeling atop Pride Rock in the Lion Exhibit.  And before her, standing upright upon his mighty hind legs, the bull lion himself towered over her.  The wind ruffled through his mighty mane… and through her own bra, which dangled from one of his claws by his side.

But mostly the mighty heroine gasped to find herself kneeling, once more, staring down cross-eyed at a tremendous, erect animal member.

“Greetings, Ms. Americana.  I believe you call yourself the Queen of Justice?  Is that correct?” the lion asked.  His voice turned out to be the same deeply urbane rumble from before.

Ms. Americana’s head spun.  Partially from the knocking it had took, partially from the gas that was starting to work its ways on her… and partially from the sight of his huge penis.  All around her, she could hear the padding of the lionesses’, the bull’s harem… trapping her.  But despite herself, she could not deny her noble epithet.

“Yes, I am!” the mighty heroine declared, rising up haughtily upon her star-spangle-panty-clad haunches.

High above her, his face grew both amused and slightly threatening.  “Well, I am the King of the Jungle.  You are in my domain.  Protocol demands you do me homage.”  Reaching down, the lion put a powerful claw in her hair.  His paw gripping her gently by the back of her head, but with the tips of his claws extended just enough to warn her against resistance, he pulled the depowered super-heroine’s head closer.  Ms. Americana’s eyes went wide as, for the second time that night, she found her lips pressed and spread by the tip of an immense bestial member.

“Annoint me your superior King, Queen of Justice,” the lion’s voice rumbled.  “Crown me with your lips.”

Trembling in shock, Ms. Americana slowly spread her jaw and, luscious red lips trembling succulently, gave her attacker’s penis a delicate, worshipful kiss. 

“Ah, excellent, Queen of Justice!” the lion rumbled, purring with pleasure.  “But I’m afraid, though you offer a fine tribute… well you know us kings.  We lie.”  Reaching down to hold her in both paws, he took a firm and controlling grip on her head.  “I’m afraid, despite your sweet surrender, that I’m going to engage in a little friendly conquering and pillaging inside your borders.  As a fellow monarch you do understand don’t you?”

Trapped in his clutching paws, Ms. Americana’s eyes went wide… and her lips did likewise.  Then those eyes watered, going wild in bewilderment, as his huge dick thrust down into her.

Purring with pleasure the King of the Jungle stood tall upon his rock and slowly, but forcefully, fucked the face of the Queen of Justice before him.  Americana’s big ass wiggled atop her boots as she got face-fucked.  Each time his huge barbed penis thrust deep her hands clutched plaintively at his clawed feet, while her huge bare breasts bounced for his royal amusement.  But ultimately she could do nothing else, save slurp upon his unnaturally shaped and inhumanly large penis, and try her best to pleasure her feline pillager in the hopes he would cum quickly.

Finally, feeling a tug in his balls, the King of the Jungle seized the Queen of Justice and, yanking her off his dick, tossed her like a ragdoll to lie sprawled upon her belly at his feet.  “Yes,” he roared, with delight.  “An excellent anointing, Queen of Lust!  Now, let me crown you in turn!”

Ms. Americana lifted her head, and gasped, dazed.  Moments later, a huge blast of semen rocketed down in an arc across the top of her wobbling raven-haired head.  She moaned in humiliation as she felt it drip and splatter down her locks like a reversed crown… but, exhausted and prostrate at his feet, could do nothing as spurt after spurt descended down to contribute.  Roaring with delight, the King unleashed his entire load onto her, until he had deposited a ring of dripping seed around the top her gorgeous quivering head.

“Excellent,” he said down to her, admiring his handiwork.  “You provided much pleasure.  And now… I take my royal leave.”  And with no further ado, as the prostrate Americana gaped, he turned around, curled up on his rock, yawned, and instantly fell asleep.

 “You… you can’t be serious,” she said, gazing at his sleeping form in shock.  Shakily she rose to her feet and put her hands on her hips, head still dripping.  “Endangered species or no, no-one does that to Ms. Americana and just gets away with it.  C’mon, ‘King’ – stand up and face me!”

But the king simply yawned, coiled a little tighter, and started to snore.  But to the heroine’s shock, an answer instead came from directly behind her.

“Typical lion male,” a lioness hissed, as she padded out of the darkness to crouch at the base of the rock, just below the heroine’s jutting scantily-clad ass.  On all fours, the lioness bared her teeth and snarled.  “Face-fucks one human slut and then goes to sleep!”

“Did you enjoy him, sapien whore?” another lioness hissed, emerging from the shadows to Americana’s left.  She slunk slowly forward, glaring up at the gaping heroine.  “Did you enjoy having your way with our husband?”

“But… but I didn’t… it was he who…” Americana sputtered, blushing desperately.

“Perhaps…” yet another lioness hissed, interrupting her, and lapping her chops as she emerged from the darkness to her right, “we should enjoy your flesh as well.  It is only fair, after all…”

Head darting one way then another, Americana gulped as she realized a half-dozen lionesses, the male’s entire harem, were slowly closing in all around her.  Without her belt, she was little but a panty-clad morsel before their dripping jaws.  Discretion, she quickly realized, might be the better part of heroinely valor.

“I… I’ll deal with you later!” she hastily promised the prostrate male.  He lifted a hind claw and scratched himself, oblivious.  Turning, she made a leap off Pride Rock, landed at the edge of the moat, and slid down it with a yelp, barely staying on her booted feet.  Reaching the bottom she then desperately scrambled up the far side, her scantily-clad ass wiggling in the faces of the assembled lionesses.  But instead of leaping after her to bite that helpless buxom ass, the lionesses watched its rotund contours struggling to get away… and began to laugh.  Their cackles lashing at her derrier almost like emotional teeth, Americana gasped and blushed, but continued her furious tactical retreat.  Lurching clumsily over the far rail, she gave the cackling lioness pride one last look at her upturned wiggling ass, and then was gone, beating feet away from them as fast as she possibly could.

Fleeing, bare breasts bouncing, ignoring both the distant laughter of the lionesses and the orgasmic moaning of her friends echoing all around her, Ms. Americana fled from the Africa Exhibit and set out down the path that Got Gal had pointed out to her what seemed like long ago.  It was only when she had gotten several twists and turns down its shadowy course that Ms. Americana realized, with a gasp, that the monkey was now long gone… and her belt with it.

She was alone, depowered, and clad in little but her boots, gloves and panties.  She was trapped, in other words, while nearly naked, in the very midst of the dark, twisted nightmare that was now the Delta City Zoo.  Gasping, she stumbled to a halt as the sense of desperate peril closing in all around her suddenly became overwhelming.  Lowering one hand down she clutched it protectively over her tiny panties, while the other rose to cup inadequately over one huge bare breast, her forearm pressed tight against the other.  Gorgeous masked face whipping one way and then other other as threatening hoots and distant heroinely moans echoed in from all around her, Ms. Americana shivered and trembled in uncharacteristic fear.

But then, moments later, she got a hold of herself, her super-heroinely pride and courage returning.  Lifting her head up proudly, she slowly forced both hands down, and formed them into fists beside her panty-clad but de-belted hips.  “No,” she said, glaring defiantly out into the dark empty cages all around her.  “Belt or no belt, I am still a super-heroine!  Belt or no belt, someone is going to pay for what they’ve done tonight.  And I know who…”  Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits behind her mask, and she whispered, “Groxx.”

But all the determination in the world wouldn’t restore a cold trail.  Setting off boldly again down the path, Ms. Americana soon came to a large open cross-roads and skidded to a halt.  Before her, a signpost was covered in labeled fingers pointing in varying directions.  Ms. Americana recalled from her hazy mental map of the zoo that she was now almost at its exact center.

“Now if I was a giant monkey where would I hide…” Ms. Americana muttered, her eyes running down the signs.  Her gaze slowly dropped down past ‘Walrus & Seal Habitat’ and ‘Petting Zoo Farms’ and ‘Raptor Aviary’ and ‘Insect Lair’… until they hit the last one.  ‘Monkey House.’  Her lips twisted up into a smile.  “Sounds like a safe bet to me!” she said, and set off that way, scantily clad ass and completely naked breasts bouncing as she ran.

A minute later, still gasping slightly despite herself at all the horrible sounds besetting her, she arrived.  The Monkey House was indeed brightly lit, and she could hear hooting from within.  Cautiously, she approached, put her back to the door, and made sure no foul beasts were following.  Then, steeling herself, she turned the knob and burst inside.

“Game’s up Groxx!” she said, charging into the interior of the house.  “Ms. Americana is here to put a stop to…  oh… oh my Goddess!”

Ms. Americana stumbled to a halt in the very center of the room.  The monkey house looked like its metaphorical namesake:  it was in complete disarray, patron seating overturned, information desk open and gutted, and all the cages open.  And she did indeed find herself facing Groxx… but in the form of a video display on the far side of the room, rather than the flesh.

Instead of her mighty opponent, the Queen of Justice instead found herself surrounded by a swarm of his loyal monkeys.  Monkeys on all sides, on the floor and furniture, dangling from open cages, and swinging from every pipe and door.  Dozens of monkeys.  And each and every one of them, in all directions, above and below was clutching the bra, panties, or some other bit of costume from one or another of her countless, sexually-conquered fellow heroines.  Screeching at her intrusion, they clutched their stolen trophies tight to their chests, and glared at her. 

Then, one by one, the glares broke into hooting, eager grins. 

Ms. Americana gasped as she realized where every last one was looking.  That every single monkey, while clutching its own trophy close, was letting its eyes rove hungrily over the one and only pair of panties, out of dozens in the entire room, that was still wrapped delicately around a heroine’s voluptuous hips. 

Hers.

“Ms. Americana!” Groxx purred, leaning forward and looking at her eagerly through the monitor.  “What a pleasure to… see you again!  And so much more of you, too!”  Lapping his lips, his eyes lowered on the screen, openly tracing up and down the mighty heroine’s jiggling topless body.

“It’ll be in the flesh soon enough, you fiend!” Ms. American said.  Despite the monkey swarm all around her, she put her hands on her hips and glared defiantly into the camera.  And the monkeys, though they screeched, dutifully held back and waited as their boss conversed with her.  “Where are you?!” she demanded.

“Well, not in the Monkey House, you dumb-ass bitch!” Groxx roared.  “I’m a fucking ape!”  Then he broke into a grin.  “But I’m glad you ended up there regardless, Ms. Americana.  My monkeys have worked very hard tonight.  I think it’s high time I gave them a little… reward.”  Leaning forward, Groxx pressed a button.  Ms. Americana’s head whirled, gasping, as behind her scantily clad ass she heard the sound of the room’s remotely-controlled locks slamming shut… sealing her inside.

“Have fun, Ms. Americana!” Groxx laughed.  Then the screen blinked out and went dark.

Americana turned slowly, gasping in dismay.  All around her the monkeys hooted and hollered and bounced, working themselves into a frenzy.  One by one they tossed away their stolen bras and panties, making the skimpy and sexy costumes of her fellow buxom comrades flutter down like rain all around the surrounded super-heroine.  Then, hooting, their hands free, at some imperceptible signal every last one swooped or leapt forward to attack.

Crying out, Ms. Americana fought as best she could.  Grabbing one monkey after another she hurled them away from her.  But for every one she grabbed, two leapt past her flailing defenses and latched onto her, clutching hard at her flesh and wrapping around her limbs with their tails.  In moments, a half-dozen monkeys were swarming her head and breasts.  Struggling with them, Ms. Americana could do nothing but squeal in protest as her skimpy panties were pulled away by a dozen more monkey hands, and jerked down her mighty thighs.  There the tiny panties, wrapping tight, became a humiliating fetter.  Stumbling and blind, Ms. Americana wobbled briefly, but was unable to keep her balance.  With a screech to match those of the dozen monkeys upon her, she toppled backwards and landed flat on her back with a thud.  The monkeys upon her back screeched in fear and leaped away from the sinking heroinely ship, while the rest rode her buxom body down, howling the entire way.

Stunned by the impact, Ms. Americana briefly lay prone and sprawled and helpless beneath the monkeys, her voluptuous and defenseless body jiggling beneath them as they hopped and danced in celebration upon her.  Dazed, she could only gasp and squeal like a schoolgirl as an entire a team of monkeys jerked and tugged her panties the rest of the way down her long, uselessly-struggling legs.  Then, even as the last bit of her bikini costume was plucked away off her ankles, Ms. Americana yelped in shock as four eager little monkey hands descended upon her bare and defenseless pussy, and each one simultaneously thrust a little bony finger up inside her.

 “Oh, goddess!” Ms. Americana squealed, as the entire team of little fingers parted, spread and scraped inside her helpless snatch.  But as even more monkeys gripped her arms and held them to her sides, all she could do was arch her back and wiggle with unwanted but irresistible pleasure.  Especially as two more sets of hands alighted upon her bush and, sliding down, began pinching and rubbing mercilessly upon her swollen clitoris.

Beset and squirming under the assault upon her pussy, Ms. Americana arched her head back with a loud moan.  Then, opening her eyes, she gaped in shock as, from upside down, she saw yet another grinning monkey approaching… a soaked rag clutched in its little paws.

“No!” Ms. Americana gasped, eyes going wide with horror.  It was the last straw.  The prospect of being not just naked and helplessly spread, but unconscious amidst the cruel monkeys sent a surge of fear through the mighty heroine’s body that re-invigorated her belt-less mortal muscles.  With a mighty roar she erupted from beneath her sea of monkey tormentors.  They flew away in all directions, as Americana rose up amongst them, like an enraged huge-breasted Gulliverina casting aside an entire army of perverted hairy Lilliputians.

The monkeys landed with thuds all around the edges of the room, and rose up, clutching their heads woozily.  Standing tall in the center of the room, the naked heroine huffed slowly for breath and turned one way and then the other, glaring menacingly. 

All around her, the monkeys screeched and hooted… but remained clustered around the walls.  One of them held up her tiny panties like a talisman, and dangled them back and forth, almost as if trying to taunt the stripped heroine into attacking it.  But, with the dripping interior of her pussy still feeling the ghosts of the monkeys’ fingers working within it, Ms. Americana also proved reluctant to leave her surrounded but safe position.  Meanwhile, with the colorful little objective that had so fixated their tiny brains now in their clutches, the morale for a second mass rush seemed to elude the collectively powerful but individually fragile monkey army.  A few clusters here and there started to surge forward, only to fall back screeching, when their comrades failed to join in and Americana whirled to glare down upon them like a righteous, naked, dripping goddess.

“Well?” she finally bellowed, eyes afire behind her mask.  “Is that all you got?”

The bellow caused the monkeys to flinch back, screeching.  Suddenly, in a disorganized swarm, several monkeys darted forward… just far enough to reclaim their previous little heroine bra-and-panty trophies from where they had settled in delicate little heaps all around the heroine’s boots.  Americana gasped, hands rising from her hips… but by the time she realized what was happening it was too late to intervene.  In seconds, all her fellow heroines’ skimpy bikinis were streaking away from her, dangling from the clutched paws of fleeing monkeys.  She watched, wide eyed and wide-legged, as the monkeys leaped up and squeezed through tiny windows near the ceiling, or darted into open air vents.  With shocking speed they vanished one by one, and in moments she was left to pant alone, her naked sweaty body beset only by cold air and a sudden, almost oppressive silence.

Or almost silence.  As she stood, catching her breath, the mighty heroine heard a scratching from one far corner.  She turned, and tilted her head attentively.  The scratching came again.  Turning her buxom hips she paused, glaring suspiciously, and then strutted warily forward.  Her naked body jiggling pneumatically with every step, she slowly rounded a corner into the alcove where a water fountain was hidden.  She stopped, looked down, tilted her head… and slowly smiled.

Before her, trembling beneath the water fountain, was one last foolish little monkey.  It had retreated in the wrong direction and was now trapped.  It cowered back, chittering in fear.  But it held its arms behind it, as if trying to hide its prize.   Uselessly, since over a foot of her golden belt extended out from either side of its tiny hairy torso.

Hands wrapped round her naked hips, Ms. Americana slowly arched an eyebrow… and smirked.

A short time later she strutted back into the main room, stood with cocked hip before the video monitor and, hunting carefully over the array of buttons on its virtual console, found the one marked Redial.  Preparing her gorgeous body proudly, she extended one long gloved finger, and pressed it.

“Hello, Groxx,” Ms. Americana purred, looking into the camera, as the screen blinked back on.

Upon the screen Groxx whirled in surprise.  “Ms. Americana?!” he said.  He leaned forward, one eye getting much bigger than the other.  “Awww… I was hoping my monkeys would keep you busy a little longer!”  He looked her up and down.  “Did they even give you a good dildo bang, like they were supposed to?!”

“No such luck, I’m afraid,” Ms. Americana cooed.  She could feel his eyes running down her body, taking her in… but despite her nakedness she stood before the camera with her legs spread, one hip cocked, her hands by her sides, and defiantly let him get an eyeful.  “But they did give me something else.”

Taking the belt out from behind her buxom ass, she slowly curled it around her narrow wasp-waisted hips… and clasped it shut once again.  A tiny electric crackle announced the return of all of her mighty powers.

“Oh… fuck,” Groxx said, his eyes widening at the sight of her newly-re-belted waist.  Then, his face twisted with fury, and he jerked back from the camera, lifted both shaking fists, and howled.  “You… you fucking monkeys!  How incompetent can you BE?!!!”  In the distance, a chorus of little voices screeched in terror.

“Not as incompetent as you, Groxx,” Americana purred.  Leaning close to the camera, she smirked.  “I’m coming for you Groxx.  And I’m going to take you down and make you pay for everything you’ve done.  Everything!”  With another press of her finger, she shut the feed down and the screen went dark.

“Hi-YA!”  Reveling in the strength once more flowing through her mighty thighs, Ms. Americana kicked out the locked door of the Monkey House and ran through its collapsing remains.  But she only got about twenty paces out into the darkness before she slowed, pneumatically, to a halt.

'Wait…' she thought.  ‘I may still not know where Groxx is… but his monkeys were already there.  So… so he MUST be close!’  Turning slowly she scanned the zoo around her, searching for clues.   Only to have one almost smack her in the face.  Just a few feet away from her, a large sign on the entrance to a twisting, chained off pathway through some high foliage read "Artificial Insemination Center.”  The large label beneath it reading “Staff Only” had been crossed out and replaced with "Sluts Only."

“Oh, no…” Ms. Americana whispered.  A sinking feeling suddenly appeared in her gut. 

Stepping gingerly over the chain she set off down the narrow dark path, her naked ass rolling deliciously beneath her lonely belt.  After a few twists and turns, in which the dark oppressive zoo seemed to hang especially close around her unprotected curves, she came upon a long low building with a single metal door.  She approached it.  For several seconds Ms. Americana stood with one leg flexed and her hand upon the door, steeling herself.  Then she breathed deep and stepped through.

 “Oh, my GODDESS!” she immediately moaned, standing frozen on the far side.  Her eyes went wide in shock.

Along both walls stretching down a very long room, each and every one of her friends stood strapped, naked and helpless and squirming, into an upright artificial insemination machine.  Fiendish mechanical pistons pumped mercilessly in and out of every last super-pussy.  Cum leaked continuously from each heroine’s violated snatch, dribbling down her wiggling thighs.  Beside each squirming beauty hung a huge glass tank half full of the sloshing spooge being slowly pumped into her cunt, each one conveniently labeled.  Every heroine was being impregnated with the seed of a different animal – Wolf Woman with an actual wolf, for instance, and Lady Victory by a bullfrog, and Texas Starr by a horse.

Meanwhile at the far end of the hall of horrors Groxx and Lady Delicious stood side by side, grinning proudly at their accomplishments.  Behind the two villains stood a huge master control console covered in readouts and blinking buttons.  On three huge video screens above and behind them, rotating green graphical outlines depicted her friends’ hips and wombs.  The labels flickered every few seconds, as the monitors depicted each violated super-womb in turn.  Within each buxom pair of wireframe hips a blinking white dot indicated the position of that heroine’s fertile egg… towards each of which an ominous grey cloud could be seen rising up from their vaginas, tendrils stretching closer and closer to those precious eggs with each passing second.

“Glad you could make it, bitch,” Lady Delicious purred.

“We saved a place just for you,” Groxx said.  He waved a huge paw toward one last empty machine, right beside him.

Eyes widening behind her mask, Ms. Americana flashed her eyes down the long row, did a quick count… and moaned in disbelieving horror.  She was indeed the last.  Every other buxom heroine in the zoo, in all of Delta City in fact, now lay squirming before her, naked, bound, and getting mechanically plowed with animal seed.

“You… you fiends!” Ms. Americana cried.  Face twisting with fury, she formed fists beside her hips and advanced slowly towards them… past one after another of her squirming helpless friends.  “You’ll never get away with this!”

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to climb on in?” Groxx asked.  Stepping to one side, he put his hand on her tank.  “I promise you, your load is very special!”  The tank was labeled ‘Lord Master Groxx.’  Its thick fiendish piston waited… dripping slightly.

“Never!” Americana hissed.  “Now come forward and face me, you monkey!  Woman on animal!”

“Prefer the old fashioned way, do we?” Groxx chuckled.  “My pleasure!”  So saying, he dutifully strutted forward to meet her, walking with his fists low like any normal gorilla. 

“The only thing that is going to be arranged,” Ms. Americana snarled, “is your trip to JAIL!”  With a roar like a lion, the naked heroine suddenly lunged forward and struck.  Groxx attempted to defend himself… but yelped in shock as the lithe heroine’s fist easily slipped past his guard.  Her mighty punch lifted him off his feet and sent him flying to land dazed upon his back.  To either side of him helpless heroines watched with wide eyes, and squirmed, their gorgeous masked faces dawning with hope. 

Snarling in rage, Groxx started to rise… only to get smashed backwards again as Ms. Americana’s boot rammed into his face.

 “This is for those pandas, creep!” she screamed, her foot following through to high above her.  Leaning over her fallen foe, consumed by fury, she wailed on his huge helpless body repeatedly with her fists, making it quiver helplessly with each strike.  “And THIS is for the octopus tentacles!  And THIS is for the lions!  And THIS is for those fucking monkeys!”  Yelling out a different sexual grudge with each blow, Ms. Americana struck the villain again and again.  Finally, he collapsed dazed upon his back and ceased struggling.  Frothing with rabid fury, Ms. Americana planted her boot upon his chest, lifted her head high and let out a nigh-animalistic cry of vindication.

“Oh, dear,” Lady Delicious purred, watching from a safe distance.  “Groxxy is in trouble.  Now, what kind of ally would I be if I didn’t help?  Other than the smart kind.”  Tapping a finger to her full red lips, she eyed the scene.  Tracing down the triumphant heroine’s body, she noticed the glisten of moisture between the mighty heroine’s legs.  As she watched, a rivulet of shining fluid trickled down Americana shapely leg, even as it flexed its mighty contours over the fallen villain’s chest.  “Hmm…” the villainess purred, smirking sultrily.  “I have an idea…”  And releasing the finger from her lips, she reached over and daintily pressed a single button upon the console.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the evil villainess’s observations and antics, Ms. Americana stood tall upon her foe and grinned with triumph.  “How do you like me now?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking down into his bruised bewildered face.  “Had enough?  Why don’t you just give in, and…”

All of sudden, the triumphant heroine detected a shift of light out of her peripheral vision, and instinctively darted her head up.  “What the-“ she started to say.  Then her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell.  “Oh… oh my Goddess…” she said, transfixed. 

For, instead of the wireframe progress of animal sperm towards her friends’ eggs, the huge video monitors overhead had suddenly shifted instead to show a flickering montage of high-resolution video… depicting each and every one of said friends’ humiliatingly sexual defeats.

“You like it?” Lady Delicious purred.  “Something Groxxy and I were working on.  Think of it as a… trailer.”

But Ms. Americana could not respond.  She was too busy staring, her mouth hanging open, as her brain struggled to process the sheer sexual horror she was seeing.  One by one they flashed before her, couplings like Ms. Americana had never imagined.  She saw Wolf Woman being utterly destroyed by the over-sized knotted penis of an actual wolf… while carefully lubricated the knots of the next two in the pack hierarchy using her tongue.  She saw Butterscotch Fox get stripped and fucked and brought to orgasm in mid-air by a screaming eagle, and Aquamaid brought to underwater orgasm by a toothily-grinning shark.  She finally saw the deep-pumping and orgasmically-moaning fates Got Gal, Jungle Babe, and Flag Girl had all endured after she left… often with her own star-spangled ass still visibly bouncing away in the distance.  And she saw how little encouragement many of the heroines squirming in bound humiliation all around her had actually needed to give their happily crowing bestial partners blowjobs or other delicate services afterwards… and how readily they all had rolled over and spread for another go.

Watching the mighty heroine gape up in transfixed horror, a smug smile slowly spread across Lady Delicious’s lips.  “What do you think, Ms. Americana?” she asked.  “Don’t you find it… delicious?”

“No!  It’s… horrible!” Ms. Americana gasped, her full lips quivering.  But, based on the visible glistening between her spread thighs, not all of her seemed to agree.

In her momentary distraction, however, Ms. Americana had unfortunately forgotten about her seemingly beaten foe.  Suddenly, a thick and muscular ape-like paw leapt up behind her back and, as if to remind her, grabbed hold of her unprotected golden belt.  Before the gasping heroine could react, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the ape-paw ripped her belt off and tossed it aside.

“Oh…” Ms. Americana said.  Her eyes went wide with shock as she felt her buxom body suddenly become depowered again… with her foe'ss massive trembling body literally beneath her feet.  “Oh… shit...” she whimpered.

With a roar the mighty gorilla erupted beneath her.  Ms. Americana was sent flying, screaming, and landed ass-first several feet away.  She squirmed on her back, moaning, her head spinning.  Then, with a startled cry, she rolled up onto her hands and knees and, crouching warily, darted her head from side to side, searching for her opponent.  “Where… where is he?” she gasped.  On all fours, her lustrous hair dangled down across her face, obscuring her view.

A pair of furry gorilla paws suddenly took a firm grip upon the her hips.  “Well, now, Ms. Americana,” Groxx said, “I think the position of beasts is perfectly appropriate for you.  Don’t you agree?”  Pushing his hips forward, he pressed his enormous gorilla penis up against the entrance of her sopping snatch.

“No!” Ms. Americana gasped, head whirling to gape up over her shoulder, eyes wide.  “Please, no, you can’t do…”

“GRAAHHH!!!” Groxx roared as he slammed his giant ape penis home inside his enemy’s snatch.

“THIIIIIIIIIIISSSS!!!” Ms. Americana squealed, the word stretching out almost as long as the vast penis plunging endlessly into her cunt.  Her eyes rolled up in her head, even as her face, set in a rictus of sexual devastation, quivered uncontrollably.

“Ah…  y’know you were right bitch,” Groxx sighed, as he put both hands on her buxom ass and squeezed.  “Sometimes, it’s best to lose the machines and vats and hoses and just do a foe in the old fashioned way…”

Then, with lazy uncaring power, he began to drive his hips into her again and again, destroying Ms. Americana with the power of his gigantic gorilla penis.  She could make no reply.  Her brain simply melted, as an impossible length and girth of inhuman schlong began to slam in and out of her with a force her human brain could scarcely comprehend.  All she could do was moan, squirm, and cry out in thunderous passion.

In short the noble Queen of Justice had, with a single primal act, been turned into an animal.

All around her, the heroines and sidekicks of Delta City got a front row seat as their final hope of salvation got her brains almost literally fucked out.  Their pretty eyes blinked wide and watched, helplessly, as Groxx’s huge penis slammed mercilessly in and out of Ms. Americana’s over-stretched squirting pussy.  They squirmed in their bonds, whimpering softly into their gags, eyes blinking with tears… but not a single one of them could bring herself to look away.  And as they watched their final hope of rescue squirm with slowly but steadily increasing submission, their pussies, getting pumped just as forcefully by his mechanical creations, began to drip with far more moisture than just the leaking animal sperm.

Sweat running down her face and soaking her bedraggled hair and dripping from her huge bouncing breasts, Ms. Americana neither noticed nor cared.  Her outmatched brain was filled with only one thought:  how deep and hard and furiously she was getting fucked.

Feeling his foe weaken, Groxx smirked, and shifted his hands from her ass to her shoulders.  Pulling out in one long slow, teasing stroke, he paused with just his massive bloated tip inside her tight quivering gates, savoring it as her super-human pussy helplessly milked him.  Slowly, he raised his monkey hips up over hers, until his huge penis was pointed almost straight down along the crack of her ass, it’s tip still trapped inside… poised to race straight down along her front wall to her g-spot.

“So, Ms. Americana,” he purred, his genteel voice coming out of a sweaty apelike face.  “Does it turn you on to be traitor to your species?  Do you feel ashamed or honored at the thought of incubating my superior inhuman seed in your womb?”

Before she could answer, he slammed in, sending his titanic gorilla member plunging down into her, straight into her centers of pleasure.  Ms. Americana’s mouth hung open in silence for several seconds, as both her impaled hips and stunned face shook.  His balls bounced down against her ass and her brain exploded.  “YES!” she screamed, as a powerful orgasm seized her.  She could say nothing else.  “YES!  YES!  YESSSS!!!”

“That’s what I thought!” Groxx said.  He pulled smoothly back out, slammed back in, and erupted inside her.  Gouts of gorilla cum burst from her quivering overstretched pussy as he came.  He pumped into her again and again, squirting more each time… and making her o-ring of a cunt do likewise.  And every squirt just made her scream out her answer even louder.

But she wasn’t the only one.  The sight of their champion’s final humiliation swiftly caused one helplessly staring heroine after another to feel an irresistible tingle grow in her fiendishly violated cunt.  One by one they began to quiver, to moan, to squirm… and then, suddenly, one after another, to start uncontrollably squealing and shaking in climax.  Gouts of fluid gushed from the pussies of a dozen heroines in quick succession all around the flailing screaming Queen of Justice, like glistening fireworks celebrating her downfall.

And at the far end of the room, holding a camera to her eye and a huge smirk upon her full red lips, Lady Delicious got it all on tape.  “This is going to make a delicious finale,” she purred.

But neither the machines nor Groxx himself were about to tire out after just the first.  Both continued to pump mercilessly.  Moaning, gasping, dripping with sweat, both Ms. Americana and her countless comrades realized helplessly, shudders passing through their bodies, that their first humiliating orgasm was not going to be their last.  Dicks both monkey and mechanical driving relentlessly within them, they were swiftly driven on into another climax, and then another, and another – until the entire night had descended into a phantasmagoria of pumping cocks, erupting seed, and one another’s echoing moans…

Much later…

Lying stretched out upon her side Ms. Americana slowly stirred.  Eyes still closed, the drowsy heroine moaned softly in dejection as she quickly realized that her body was naked, bound, and laying upon cold concrete.  Every inch of her ached:  her jaw, from having slept while wrapped around the ballgag still in her mouth, to her ass to, ominously, her pussy.  The latter still dripped with fowl gorilla cum.

Lying still and squirming only slightly, the groggy heroine groaned.

But all was not bad news.  From the cool moist air on her skin, the distant tweeting of birds, and the soft light playing against her closed eyelids, the captive Queen of Justice knew that at least it was morning.

‘Where am I?’ she thought, as she let her body lie still in its bonds for a little while, gathering its strength.  ‘On a truck, being taken away?  No… this floor is too still.  A plane?  No… not with birds and breeze.  Did… did Groxx have a secret fortress in the wilderness?’

But finally, like a reluctant office worker who had already hit the snooze button three times, Ms. Americana knew she had no choice but to rise and face the day.  Groaning softly, she squirmed around until she could sit up on her ass, legs folded to one side, and slowly opened her eyes.

In front of her, a horde of young schoolchildren gaped at her through iron bars.  Behind them, dozens of townsfolk of Delta City, young and old, men and women, did likewise.  Some parents tried to reach down and cover their childrens’ eyes, but the kids pulled the limp fingers apart and peeped on, fascinated.  Teenage boys pointed at her bare pussy, from which even hours later gorilla semen continued to gush, and shared guffaws of laughter.  Flashes of light burst over and over again across the quivering body of the helpless, horrified super-heroine, as dozens of cameras, both amateur and press, snapped again and again to record her humiliation.

Looking into that sea of faces and pointed fingers and flashing cameras, Ms. Americana’s eyes became huge with shock and disbelief.  She bleated in muffled but unmistakable protest into her lip-spreading ballgag, but the cameras continued to flash.  Blushing furiously around her mask, she squirmed uselessly against her bonds… which just made her naked buxom body jiggle all the more fascinatingly before the awed crowds.  They gasped and pressed even closer to the bars, craning their heads and gaping, as the cameras flashed even faster.

Moaning in humiliation, Ms. Americana could bear no more and looked away.  Only for her eyes to widen even more in forlorn horror, as her head spun one way and then the other.  In every direction she looked Delta City zoo stretched out around her… each and every cage filled with a naked and squirming super-heroine.  Packed crowds milled between them, gaping up at each helpless heroine in turn.  A few cops were proving utterly unable to keep still more from surging in… and most had given up, and joined the civilians in just gaping up in awe, using their evidence cameras to add to the damning storm of flashes.

Further, each heroine had been put on display in a slightly different way, to encourage the gawking crowds to move deeper and to enhance the humiliation of the gasping heroines themselves.

Beside her, for instance, Hexanna stood free and yet helpless at the edge of her own cage.  Her hands gripped the bars with white knuckles, pressing her hot silky body so hard against the cold steel that her huge Brazilian breasts had slipped through the gaps to bounce naked on the far side.  The mighty sorceress , her cheeks blushing, gaped down to the foot of the cage… where her magical staff had been lain just baaaarely out of her reach.  Before her, flash after flash rang out as a packed crowd snapped picture after picture of the cum-splattered figure labeled Sorceress Slutticus.  As Americana watched, the mighty sorceress, speaking in a soft whimper, repeatedly begged the citizens of Delta City to return her staff to her.  But, to the Brazilian beauty’s steadily increasing dismay not a single member of the crowd so much as moved a finger to help her.  From inside the cage she could not read the large sign that had been hung up right beside her, which read:  “Warning!  Bio-Contamination!  Do Not Feed, Clothe, or Arm the Super-Heroine without Permission! –Zoo Staff” 

Meanwhile, heroines who were less easy to disarm now found themselves occupying somewhat more secure habitations:  struggling uselessly behind bullet-proof glass or strung up bound in the center of raptor cages.  In another corner of the zoo Omega Woman floated in the center of the walrus tank, her bound body held in place beneath the surface with weighted cords.  A mask and hose snaking to the surface provided her with air… and just enough anesthetic to keep her woozy and depowered.   Floating in a sensory-deprived void, the light-headed heroine squirmed and struggled languidly in her bonds… blissfully unaware of the spectacular show she was putting on for the sea of faces that pressed tight to the underwater viewing windows.

Meanwhile, in the African exhibit, mighty Got Gal found herself chained atop pride rock.  Her arms and ankles had been shackled behind her, leaving her in a forced kneeling position not unlike a hapless captive in a Boris Vallejo painting.  A sign had also been placed on the wall in front of her where she couldn’t read it.  But unlike Hexanna’s, hers read:  “Gutticus Gluttonous – the North American Fat-Breasted Tramp - this heroine’s gigantic boobs and ass require enormous intake of food to sustain.  You can help her:  say “Here’s your heroine-treat!” and toss her a treat!”  Two baskets of suggested ‘treats’ had been placed beneath the sign.

But Got Gal, squirming fleshily upon her rock, knew only that a crowd of schoolchildren were clustered in front of her, pelting her with ample charms with candy and laughing.  The ‘treats’ bounced off her massive bare breasts, wiggling thighs and wide-eyed face.  Moaning and flinching from each stinging impact on her silky soft flesh, the mighty heroine could only squirm spectacularly upon her rock and continue to take it.

Near the entrance of the zoo, a cluster of reporters swarmed a single great-coat-clad figure.

“Ms. Director, Ms. Director!” one called, waving his microphone in her sunglasses-and-safari-hat clad face.  “How much longer do you expect the heroines will have to remain in their cages?!”

“Well, now, no one wants to get the poor, poor dears out faster than me,” the Director purred.  “But I’m afraid that not only is every last one of them a bio-contamination source, but also, the bearer of a brand new and deliciously endangered species.”  A slow, evil smile spread across the Director’s lips.  “Why, just filling out the paperwork on this will take days!  And we really can’t let any of them out of our specially equipped containment facilities until their precious bio-diverse fetuses have come to term!”

“How… how long will that take?” the reporter asked.

“Weeks.  Maybe months,” the Director said.  She waved her hand dismissively.  “We won’t know until it happens.  But look at the silver linings” she finished, smirking.  “After all - the zoo hasn’t had attendance like this in years!”

Then, waving aside further questions, Lady Delicious turned and made for the exit.  On her way out the smirking villainess walked directly past a row of slack-jawed cops, who continued to stare, oblivious, up into Jungle Babe’s exhibit.  From her cage positioned in pride of place at the center of the zoo, Ms. Americana watched Lady Delicious vanish from sight, making good her escape.  With a moan of frustration, the mighty heroine collapsed back in her bonds and lay prostrate.

Outside each heroine’s cage a sign had been affixed, with their skimpy bikinis and other costume bits draped decoratively to either side of the writing.  Seeking any comfort from the gaping crowds, despite knowing she probably shouldn’t, Ms. Americana turned and read hers, the writing just barely legible to her from between her bra on one side, and her dangling skimpy panties on the other.  Hers read:

Slutticus Maximus:  The Common American Superheroine

“Known for the extreme size of its ass and tits, this species of cow feeds mostly on semen and the dust that collects on supervillain boots.  She can mostly be found in the strip clubs, dumpsters and brothels of the inner city – usually prostrate, with her bright plumage lying nearby.  Though famed for her wild independence she is quite docile and obedient in captivity, particularly when tamed by repeated application of a large hardened phallus.”

Finishing reading the sign, Ms. Americana turned her half-lidded gaze back out over the hooting crowd, a deep blush upon her cheeks and just stared as flash after flash washed over her.  True to the Director’s word, she could already feel something stirring inside her… and knew that it was the spawn of her conqueror.  So many flashes had washed down across her naked body, the defeated super-heroine knew that the internet would be plastered with them from one end to the other by nightfall.

But despite all that and everything else, the blushing dejected super-heroine had to silently admit to herself, as she sat naked before the flashing cameras with her pussy dripping and aching with the memory of Groxx's penis… it had been along time since a trip to the zoo had left her so very, very satisfied.

Summary:  Ms. Americana has assembled a large group of heroines to help protect Delta City zoo from an evil gorilla villain.  Unfortunately they've been lured straight into his trap, and are soon sealed inside the zoo with numerous sexually mutated animals on the loose.  As she pursues her quarry through several different exhibits Ms. Americana witnesses many of her friends getting sexually dominated by various mutant animals, gets attacked repeatedly herself, and gradually loses most of her costume.  Eventually she catches up with her quarry in the zoo's artificial insemination center, only to find all her friends already there and getting mechanically impregnated.  There, before her captive friends' eyes Ms. Americana too is outwitted, defeated and tamed.  The next morning she and all the other heroines wake up to find themselves in cages in the zoo, with hordes of citizens standing outside, gawking at them through the bars..