Ms. Americana gets Caught Changing

 

 

By Violator

 

Author’s Note:  The following is a highly unrealistic sex fantasy.  Anyone who thinks the described events could be created in real life, in whole or in part, should seek professional psychological help immediately.

This story is premised on Brenda Wade wearing her costume under her street clothes, which probably violates canon since she usually changes by spinning.  I went with her anyways because I liked the idea and she seemed the best heroine for the job. 

Send any feedback or comments to violatoremail@gmx.com. 

Hit END for a short summary.

 

 

 

 

Off Da Rack was a trendy clothing store right on the border between a fashionable gentrified district and the deep urban ghetto.  One afternoon, while taking a break from her various business and super-heroine activities, Brenda Wade sashayed in and began perusing its selections.

‘I adore these sketchy little urban boutiques,’ Brenda thought to herself, flicking dress after dress through her fingers.  With an eager little coo she pulled out a promising little black number and ran its fabric through her fingers.  She purred approvingly.  Then she flipped over the price tag and her gorgeous face, half-covered by her giant pair of dark sunglasses, lit up in a smile.  ‘Oooh,’ she thought to herself, eagerly.  ‘I may be a billionaire but I still love a bargain!’

Pulling her chosen target from its rack, the buxom brunette turned and strutted off towards the back of the store, where the changing areas lay.  Clad in high heels and a short, tight black skirt, her buxom body walked with a hip-swaying, sultry swagger that instantly drew the eye of every man in view.  As Brenda strutted past a nearby rack of women’s underwear the heads of three juvenile delinquents popped up, one by one, and licked their lips in hungry awe at the sight of her magnificent body jiggling past.   

Calling themselves the Snake Crew, the three were a gang of pick-pockets, purse-snatchers and general ne’er-do-wells who were about drop out of the crime-ridden Delta City High.  Their leader, a lanky black boy, called himself Python.  To his right, a tattoo-covered white thug called himself Viper.  To his left, a muscular and greasy Latino and the most zoologically-literate of the three, was called Splitjaw – after what his mammoth cock made various hotties do on the regular. 

The Crew had been secretively perusing the racks of Off Da Rack, looking for some goodies to lift.  As Brenda’s gigantic rack and magnificent ass jiggled on by, they stretched out their heads, gaping in awe… and realized they had found it.

“God-damn,” Viper whispered, still staring.  “Did you see the size of those tits?!”

“And that epic ass!” Python said, leaning out and licking his lips hungrily.

“And that skinny lil’ waist between em’,” Splitjaw said, eyes staring and his lips almost drooling.

Turning to look at one another, the three boys briefly shared a look… and smirked.  Tossing the skimpy satin slut-wear they’d been preparing to shop-lift aside, they turned.  Looking warily to either side to make sure no one was watching them, they hurriedly snuck off right in Brenda’s wake… leering as they enjoyed the oblivious sway of her buxom short-skirt-clad ass.  They ducked to one side and watched from behind a circular rack of jeans as Brenda strutted up to the changing room counter, got a tag from a smiling black clerk, and, pushing past a hanging curtain into the forbidden wonder land that was the women’s changing rooms.

Grinning, Python took a heavy ball bearing out of his pocket.  Sighting some glassware on a rack in a far corner he took careful aim, bit his lip, and let it fly.  The clerk gasped as a loud crash came from the shelving several feet behind her.

“What was that?” she yelped.  A pretty young black woman in her mid-twenties whose nametag read Sandra, she whirled to face the other way.  Standing on tiptoe she craned her head to see distant broken glass.  The three boys, crouched low and smirking, promptly darted past her, just beneath her jutting skirt-clad ass, and slipped undetected beneath the still-swaying curtain.  Not having the slightest suspicion what had happened, Sandra swore and went to get a broom.

Beyond the forbidden portal the boys founds themselves in a narrow corridor lined down one side with half a dozen changing stalls and down the other by a painted concrete wall.  Each stall was open on the bottom, with varnished wooden walls to either side and a curtain across the entrance.  The first four curtains hung open, as did the last, but the fifth was closed.  The sound of light female humming drifted to them from under the fifth stall’s curtain.  Silently the boys crept up and crouched in a ring just outside it.  Reaching down, Python silently raised the curtain a few inches.  Within, they could see Brenda’s elegant high-heeled feet stepping back and forth, oblivious to their presence.  They grinned, and waited eagerly.

Inside the booth Brenda Wade held her chosen dress draped over her body and looked into the mirror.  She shifted her shoulders back and forth to see how it rode upon her ample curvature, and smiled with sultry anticipation.  ‘This should knock them dead at the next charity ball,’ she thought to herself, smugly.  Then she lifted the tiny dress up off her body, hung it up to one side, and removed her sunglasses.  Reaching down, biting her lips pensively, she started to slowly unbutton her blouse.  Soon her silk blouse hung open to reveal two huge breasts straining against the cups of a hidden patriotic bra.  Then, reaching back, with a little gasp she slowly unzipped her jet-black skirt.  Bending low she wiggled it slowly up over her hips and then let it slide down her long shapely legs to her ankles.

Crouched outside, the three youths licked their lips as their target’s skirt settled into a little wreath encasing her high-heeled ankles.  That was their cue.  Standing, Python reached out and took a silent hold on the far side of the curtain.  Meanwhile the other two remained crouched and lifted up their stolen smart-phones, fingers at the ready.  On a silent cue, they attacked.

 “Surprise, rich bitch!” Python cackled, and yanked the curtain aside. 

Brenda Wade gasped, eyes going wide with shock, as the protective curtain behind her wiggling half-stripped body suddenly jerked violently aside, leaving her completely exposed.  She whirled, and gaped in horror at the sight of three snickering teens leering up at her exposed flesh.  Even as her jaw dropped, two phones flashed bright as they took their first pictures.  At the same instant her open blouse flapped wide apart, exposing her huge bra-straining rack and flat sexy belt-free belly.  Her sleek little skirt was wrapped tight around her ankles, leaving her buxom hips clad in nothing but her skimpy swooping panties and her long mighty legs squeezed tight together and delicately, humiliatingly hobbled.  Laughing with delight, Splitjaw switched to video and swooped eagerly up and down his rich victim’s buxom wiggling body, while Viper continued to snap shot after shot after tell-tale flashing shot.

 “Oh, Goddess!” Brenda Wade moaned, blinded by the flashes of light as her exposed body was thoroughly, humiliatingly documented.

Then, one by one, the thugs’ jaws dropped and their eyes went wide.  Python was first, his laughing leer suddenly dying into a choked gurgle as his spreading eyes realized exactly whose bikini was stretched scantily over the luxuriously buxom curves that they had just caught, trapped and wiggling, in their proverbial net. 

“Ohhhhh SHIT!  It’s Ms. Americana!” he yelped, his eyes growing huge with awe, fear… and lust. 

The two other boys jaws’ dropped as well, as they too realized that the voluptuous bikini-clad body they had wiggling in their cameras was the exact same one they had seen a thousand times, thighs spread and chin lifted defiantly, next to some fresh super-villain bust on the nightly Delta City news.  Their gaping faces emitted tiny gurgles, and for a moment their bodies, fingers and all, froze.

For a second, both sides remained as still as statues, save for the slight flapping of Brenda’s hanging bra and the swaying of her enormous bra-straining jugs.  They gaped in shock back and forth at one another:  the three juvenile thugs at the horrified half-stripped heroine, the stunned and exposed Brenda Wade at her juvenile attackers.  Both sides’ eyes quivered in disbelief as they took in the other, and Brenda’s luscious red lips hung wide open and quivered in shock.

Naturally, as a seasoned super-heroine, it was Ms. Americana that recovered first.

“Give those to me!!!” she suddenly bellowed, and lunged forward.  Both hands darting out she tried to seize the damning cameras from the gaping young thugs.  Their own frozen shock broken, the thugs shrieked like children and leaped backwards to try and escape her charge.  But in the extremely tight quarters of the changing rooms they hurtled back only a couple feet before slamming into a hard concrete wall.  Shivering, trapped, they gaped up at Brenda in terror as, unmasked face burning with rage like a vengeful goddess, she hurtled unstoppably towards them.

But Brenda herself was also forgetting something:  the tight little skirt she still had wrapped around her ankles.  Halfway through her righteous lunge Brenda’s little skirt jerked tight around her little ankles, ensnaring and hobbling her.  Her furious snarl was transformed into a shocked gasp as her giant-breasted body toppled over and hurtled towards the floor.  The mighty heroine screeched as her buxom flesh ricocheted against first one door edge then the other before slamming down onto its side in the center of the doorway. 

The impact stunned her.  For a half-second her buxom half-stripped body lay halfway out of the door, wiggling and jiggling at her foes feet.

Then, lifting her head she shook it dazedly, seeing stars… and gasped to find herself lying upon her side at the feet of her foes, with the three awed and fearful boys towering over her on all sides.  Her skirt was still wrapped around her ankles, hopeless ensnared with her decorative heels.  Gaping upwards from the floor, head spinning, she looked right up into the phones of the two trapped thugs as, shivering fingers moving on pure instinct, they clicked and snapped again and again, capturing her prostrate form in another couple of brilliant HD shots.

Swiftly, Brenda’s shocked face recovered.  Shaking her head, in moments her furious glare returned. 

“You… you little fiends!” she hissed.  Her arm suddenly darted up like a bolt of lightning and struck Splitjaw’s phone, seizing a tight hold upon it with her tight-clenched fingers.  He gasped, his huge muscles surging to try to keep hold of it.  Without her belt, the adult heroine was barely a match for him, and for a few seconds his hand and hers surged back and forth, wrapped around the phone.  But her veteran combat instincts remained quicker and surer than his.  Before he could otherwise think to act her other fist snapped out, slugging him hard in the gut.  Splitjaw doubled over, groaning, and his hand momentarily went limp.  Jerking the phone full of damning un-masked pictures safely away from him, Ms. Americana whirled upon her side and raised her fist again, ready to strike the other thug too.

But, raised on the streets, Viper thought faster than her fists.  While Americana had been struggling with his friend he had been desperately pressing buttons on his phone.  Now, even as she whirled on him, her gorgeous unmasked visage filled with righteous rage, Viper whipped his phone around and shoved its large screen right up against her eyes.  She gasped, startled.  Upon the glowing screen, Brenda’s crossed gaze could fuzzily see, was a full-body shot of herself, unmasked, gasping with her unmistakable bikini exposed.  The pic was partially obscured by a progress bar.  Before Brenda’s horrified eyes the progress bar swooped through to completion.  ‘Ding!’ the little phone chimed cheerfully, and the message ‘Uploaded Successfully!’ popped up upon it. 

“Pic is on the cloud, bitch!” Viper laughed, shoving his phone hard into the lovely unmasked face of his quivering, gasping, buxom foe.  “You can’t destroy shit now, slut.  We own your ass!”  And to emphasize his point he jerked the outstretched pointer finger of his other hand repeatedly, eagerly, at her actual voluptuous, panty-swelling ass, which was pressed against the side of the changing room door, its spectacular contours jiggling awesomely against the rough wooden frame.

Americana breathed deep, eyes wide as she stared in horror into the phone.  Then closing her eyes, she whimpered in dread.  Bowing her head and swallowing in shame, she realized he was right.   Slowly, Ms. Americana pulled back, closed her eyes, and breathed deep.  Her fist trembled… and then unfurled, helplessly.  Gasping, as the awed thugs stood around her and watched, the mighty buxom heroine slowly lifted her ass up until it perched atop her high heels.  Then, kneeling at their feet in the changing room door she slowly, reluctantly, but obediently raised her hands.  Opening her eyes between her uplifted hands, she glared at them… still furious, yet with her buxom body squirming impotently before their grubby size-12 ghetto sneakers.

“Alright,” she hissed up at the awed delinquents.  With her hands up her white blouse hung wide around her jiggling scantily-clad body while her tiny skirt was wrapped in a thick hobble just above her long black stiletto pumps.  Her big round ass, perched atop her high heels, was presented on perfect display for them in the changing room mirror behind her.  Her skimpy panties strained around the squashed buxom swell of her flawlessly silken buttocks, framed to either side by the tails of her silk blouse.  “You have me,” Brenda growled.  “What do you little perverts want?  An autographed photo?  Money?  My good word at your next trial?” 

“Naw, bitch,” Viper purred, smirking.  His eyes slid luxuriously up and down Ms. Americana’s glorious, helpless, bra-and-panty swelling curves.  “We want your bikini.  Take it off and hand it over!”

“And after that,” Splitjaw added, leaning his head back around her to get a better view of her ass, “we want your body.  Mouth, pussy, and ass!”

“And you gotta do whatever we say,” Python added, smirking down at the captured heroine with glee.  “Forever!”

“That… that’s ridiculous!” Americana gasped.  She squirmed indignantly upon her knees, while her eyes, between her uplifted and trembling hands, narrowed and glared at him. “The Queen of Justice could never accept even one such term of surrender, yet alone all three!”

“Is everything alright back there, miss?” Sandra’s concerned voice suddenly called.   Americana turned her head down the hall to the waiting but still un-darkened entrance, and gasped in shock.  As bad as these three young thugs having her at their mercy might be, she swiftly realized that official adult intervention would only make things more public and harder for her to control.  Better to submit herself to a few indignities with them than be permanently, irrevocably exposed.

“You ain’t got time to bargain, bitch,” the black thug said.  He reached down and stroked her lustrous raven-haired head patronizingly.  Brenda gasped and squirmed at his touch.  “Be our sweet lil’ ho or get exposed to everybody” he said, cooing.  “Those your only choices now, supa-shorty!”

Footsteps sounded from outside the curtain, growing louder by the moment as the concerned clerk came back to investigate.  It was not a large store.  She would be there in seconds.  Gasping in horror, Brenda realized she didn’t have a choice.  “Okay, fine, anything you want!” she said.

“Thanks, bitch!” Python said, retracting his hand… after one last playful bop.  “We knew you’d see it our way, slut!”

Snickering with glee, the three young thugs shoved their way one by one past Brenda’s kneeling form and into the changing room behind her.  Brenda, meanwhile, was still struggling to process what was happening to her.  Her face grew more and more stunned with horror as each filthy youth brushed arrogantly past her, right back into the sacred feminine sanctum in which her luscious curves had so recently seemed completely safe and sheltered.  Meanwhile, echoing from just outside the narrow corridor, the sound of the clerk’s approaching footsteps grew louder and louder. 

“Get the fuck in here, you dumb bitch,” Viper hissed.  From inside the booth, three hands, one from each boy, suddenly darted out and seized Brenda by her shoulders, arm, and hair.

“Oh!” Brenda gasped, eyes going wide. 

Moments later their hands yanked her back.  She moaned, but had no choice to obey.  Extending her long muscular legs she surged back to her hobbled feet and allowed the boys’ hands to yank her, wide-eyed and stumbling, back into their horny midst.  Her eyes spread wide in horror as she finally truly realized within her reeling head what fate was about to befall her.  Moments later, Python’s free hand seized the curtain and jerked it closed again, sealing her in with them inside the booth.

An instant after the curtain swung closed Sandra stuck her head through the outer doorway and, craning it, peered curiously down the hall.

“Miss?” she asked, worriedly.  “Are you okay?”

She had a broom and dustpan still in her hand, the tray of which was still half-filled with shattered glass.  She waited for several seconds, peering down the still and silent changing area.  Her brow furrowed.  Then, not wanting to leave the half-cleaned glass still lying in the store, she turned and hastily bustled back into the store to clean it, before she came back to investigate.

Meanwhile within the booth the juvenile delinquents had climbed up to stand upon the benches that lined the booth – both to keep their feet off the visible floor beneath and to give them better access to Brenda’s towering and magnificent body.  Their hands were swarming upon her, stroking and caressing and squeezing without mercy.  Ms. Americana turned her head first one way then the other, lips open and gasping, as first her breast, then her ass, then her crotch were groped without warning.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?” she whispered down at them in outrage.

“Shut the fuck up, super-bitch,” Python said, lips near her ear.  Brenda eyes went wide as he briefly slid his tongue out and gave her helpless ear a brief, mock-tender, lick.  “We taking what’s ours,” he continued, his smirking purring lips brushing her earlobe with each syllable.  Reaching back, he slid a finger up underneath the posterior of her panties, pulled them an inch away from her flesh, and then let them snap mockingly back against her awesomely jiggling and well-rounded ass.  “You’re nothing more than our personal play-toy now, you understand?”

“Yeah, bitch,” the Latino thug said, grinning.  His eager hands stroked simultaneously over the swooping sleek front of Ms. Americana’s panties on one side of her thick and fertile hips, and her sleekly swollen ass on the other.

“I had a Ms. Americana figure when I was a kid,” Viper said, sneering.  His fingers stroked up and down along with Ms. Americana’s massively overloaded bra, and the leering boy marveled at how every poke and stroke of his naughty fingers made the huge melons shake and jostle.  “Now I got the real thing to play with!”

“Oh, Goddess…” Brenda gasped, softly, as the full import of allowing the boys free reign over her was steadily driven into her squirming sacred body by their unceasing, insolent caresses.  “You can’t do this…” she whispered, voice somewhere between righteous fury and penitent pleading.  “Not to me!”

“Shut up, slut,” Splitjaw said.  Locating one of her nipples under the straining silken fabric of her bra, he gave it a hard flick with his finger.  Ms. Americana gasped in outrage, her body wiggling helplessly at the stinging insult… which only added to the pleasure the rest of the boys’ swarming hands were extracting.

“Yeah… bitch!” Python said.  And, to aid in correcting the mighty adult heroine, he swung his black hand back and delivered a sharp, stinging swat straight to the center of her jutting, scantily clad ass.  Ms. Americana yelped, head shooting back and body wiggling under the humiliating spank.  But the chastisement had its desired effect.  Though her body quivered with shame, afterwards she lifted her head as high and as regally as she could manage and, lips quivering, held her body as still as she could as their hands swarmed over it.

Exchanging glances over the massive jiggling rack of the briefly stoic yet accepting super-heroine, Python and Viper smirked.  Simultaneously, they each put a hand on her shoulders.

“Bend your arms back, bitch,” Python whispered, in her ear.

Chin lifted high, but a slight tremble passing through her body, Ms. Americana obeyed.  Snickering, the boys slowly peeled her blouse back and slid it down her mighty, obediently-retracted arms.  Despite her defiance she could not help but turn her head down and gasp in outraged shock as she was stripped.  Finally the blouse fell off her wrists and tumbled to the floor.  It alighted in a delicately rumpled half-circle surrounding her high-heeled skirt-bound feet.

Before it was even all the way down, their hands had leaped back up onto her, their stroking squeezing fingers taking merciless advantage of the fact her sumptuous scantily-clad curves were now even less protected than before.

“Oh… oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana whispered, lips quivering in horror.

Despite her best efforts to hold still, Ms. Americana’s could not keep her buxom ass from wiggling and squirming helplessly under the storm of grubby fingers assaulting it.  Her panties jerked and tugged, as each boy took his chortling turn lifting and snapping its sleek, skimpy, world-famous straps.  Meanwhile, up top, their fingers did an equally heart thumping number on her bra, tracing and tugging insolently at the straining cups which, surging and bouncing, always seemed to be barely containing her gargantuan breasts.

But the fingers stroking her rounded flesh and the insolently toying with her bra and apnties concealed the most insidious assault from her brain until it was too late.  One of the hands – she had no way to know whose – caressed luxuriantly down one swooping edge of her panty, down underneath her epic ass… and kept right on going.  Without waiting for approval or permission it rammed up between her sleek and mighty thighs, and began rubbing hard against her pussy lips, through the thin silk fabric of her panties.

“Oh… oh Goddess!!!” Ms. Americana hissed, as softly as she could manage, her eyes going wide as saucers. 

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch,” Splitjaw whispered in her ear, his lips grinning.  He pumped his finger hard and cruel along her cunt… and delighted as a surge of moisture almost instantly caused her delicate lips to stand out in stark relief through the bulging mound of her panties.

“Miss?” Sandra’s voice suddenly called, from down the corridor.

Hearing that their interloper had returned, instantly, every pair of lips within the booth went silent:  both the boy’s smirking mouths and Brenda’s gasping lushly painted petals.  But though she bit her full lip and managed to remain silent, as the clerk’s footsteps echoed down the hall, Brenda could not keep her body from wiggling and quivering  desperately in their still-stroking hands, as Splitjaw’s fingers continued to reward her for her punch by rubbing hard and cruel against the moistening satin-sheathed lips of her pussy.  Ms. Americana’s eyes spread wide, accompanied by a teeny tiny whimper despite herself as, accompanied by soft footsteps, a female-shaped shadow appeared upon the thin curtain that was all that separated her exposed boy-exploited body from the outside world.

Outside, Sandra bowed her head and put it near the curtain.  “Is everything all right in there, Miss?” she asked – her voice sounding worried yet suspicious. 

Within the booth, Brenda was too busy struggling not to moan to give an answer.  Her body squirmed desperately as the Latino delinquent’s stroking fingertip pushed deeper up in between her thick moist outer lips and began stroking her inner ones through the sopping crotch of her panties.  Meanwhile her gorgeous face shuddered, her eyes gaping down in shock as, one by one, three grubby hands – one white, one black and one bronzed – alighted upon the vast shapely contours of her tits and began to stroke them with renewed purpose.

Outside, Sandra’s face flickered with an annoyed glare.  Tilting her head she leaned it closer to the curtain.  “Excuse me.  Miss?” she called, her voice a little louder and sharper than before.  “I said: ‘Is everything alright in there?’”  Beneath the curtain, the occupants could see her tan-flats-clad feet shifting and stamping impatiently.

“Answer her, you stupid slut,” Python hissed into Brenda’s helpless white ear.  To drive his point home, his roving fingers went up to the projecting nipple that stuck out with steadily increasing prominence from the tip of her gigantic, shapely right breast, and gave it a sharp corrective squeeze through her bra.

“Oh!” Brenda gasped, her divine and hand-swarmed body squirming helplessly beneath their unceasing insolent caresses.  “I’m… I’m fine!” she finally managed to blurt, even as her lips quivered helpless under the assault upon her body.  She couldn’t keep a slightly breathless pant out of her voice as she got felt up… and the boys weren’t about to stop feeling up their spectacular new toy, even for a second, regardless of the dangers.

Outside, Sandra turned her head and frowned.  Bowing her head she looked up at the silent curtain with concern.  She tilted her head, cocking her ear towards it.  Through it she could hear the hard, faint, desperate gasps of Brenda’s breath, and the sound of fingers rubbing hard across taut fabric.  One, or both, might have been moist…             

“Are you certain, Miss?” she asked.  “I thought I heard a scream.  Was that you?”

Even as the clerk’s voice was echoing in through the curtain, Brenda’s face was turned down and gaping in horror.  The roving hands, tiring of caressing her huge breasts through her bra suddenly and simultaneously slid deep into the depths of her cleavage… where all three had previously discovered her golden star-shaped bra catch.  All three fingers caressed the little star round and round, teasing her.  Brenda gaped in horror, her lips hanging open and quivering, as another matching finger continued to moistly punish her pussy… but could do absolutely nothing to defend herself, either in front or behind.

“Are you sure you don’t need a hand, Miss?” the clerk asked, her voice sharply rising.

“T-trust me…” Brenda gasped, staring downwards in helpless horror.  “I-I’ve got plenty.”

The boys grinned, and exchanged eager, chortling, but silent glances.  Then, slipping their fingers up under her bra catch they collectively, simultaneously, and effortlessly popped it open.  Brenda’s massively overloaded bra promptly burst asunder, the taut cups snapping apart to quiver against the boys’ chests and her huge silky-soft jugs tumbling out to jiggle, naked and helpless, in the criminally-violated booth.  Their ‘helpful’ hands promptly surged down to cup, caress, and squeeze her now awesomely naked and jiggling, sloshing boobies.  Sliding up and down the immense gently-wobbling curvature of her unprotected breasts, each time any of the three hands reached her distant dome-like tips they amused themselves by tapping, tweaking, or otherwise toying with her projecting, tender, and utterly defenseless nipples.

Brenda couldn’t help herself.  Naked breasts swarming with the fingers of her enemies, she squirmed and thrashed helplessly atop her wavering heels, gasping deeply.  But this only served to make her tremendous breasts slosh and wobble ponderously inside the cupping and appreciative fingers of her myriad tormentors.  Even as she struggled her helpless nipples, already distended, grew painfully and completely hardened under their mocking caresses.

Outside the booth, Sandra could hear Brenda’s faint gasping and the sound of her half-stripped body thrashing.  Her face twisted in suspicious confusion at Brenda’s odd, breathlessly-gasped answer.  But, the customer was always right… she wasn’t about to tear aside the curtain only to find herself face to face with an outraged client who’d been caught doing nothing more innocuous than squeezing her big fat ass into a dress several sizes too small.

“Alright, Miss…” she said slowly.  “If you say so…  If you do need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

But, still suspicious, she didn’t immediately depart.  She bit her lip, a puzzled look on her face.  She darted her pretty dark face first one way and then the other, making sure no customer or fellow clerk was observing her.  Then, curiosity getting the better of her, rather than departing as she’d said she slowly squatted down outside the curtain, making to peek beneath it.

Through that same thin curtain, horrified Brenda could see the silhouette of the suspicious clerk descending lower and lower, growing closer and closer to the waiting lower edge.  Her eyes widened and she trembled in dread… between the swarming fingers of her tormentors.  The boys were too busy letting their eyes and fingers rove hungrily up and down her helpless jiggling flesh to notice.  Two – Python and Viper specifically – had ducked their heads down and were applying hungry lips briefly to her breasts, slurping and suckling silently at the tips of her gigantic jugs.  Despite her predicament, Brenda trembled and gasped despite herself as their slurping tongues excited her moist, helpless nipples.  Meanwhile, with one hand up between her legs Splitjaw could not get in on their oral suckling action so instead, while watching eagerly over her shoulder, he reached down and slid a second brutal finger vigorously up and down her dripping panty-clad pussy.   Ms. Americana shuddered, buxom hips wiggling helplessly upon his new and more brutal stimulation.

Then, tiring very briefly of playing with her giant naked tits, the boys on some unspoken cue lifted their mouths from her drooling tips, and swung back around behind her… to focus their attention instead on the last remaining bit of Brenda’s costume.  Chortling, lapping their lips, each boy stroked his fingers evilly over the skimpy contours of Ms. Americana’s proud, swooping, and defenseless panties. 

“Oh… oh no…” Brenda’s luscious lips gasped, very very softly, as she felt the boys fingers playing with the hips of her skimpy panties and then, pulling them out, slid their thumbs up inside.  The boys chortled silently at her reaction, and Brenda shivered.  But she could do nothing at all as her sleek, famous super-panties were slowly stretched away from her ass.  Down below, the insolent hand that was thrusting its finger up and down her dripping pussy felt her panties start to loosen around it.  Getting out of the way, it pulled out and joined in, ducking two dripping fingers down the back of her little descending bottoms and helping to peel them slowly, teasingly, in tiny little tugs and jerks, down around the staggering curvature of the heroine’s voluptuous jutting ass.

“Oh…” Brenda gasped as softly as she could, as she felt her little panties jerking their way teasingly back and forth down her ass.  The humiliation, the arousal, and the dread of what was about to happen to her caused her gorgeous head to toss and rock from side to side, her lustrous raven hair shimmering spectacularly.  Meanwhile, back behind her, and enjoying the show her squirms were producing, the boys grinned and snickered gleefully to one another as, tugged and pulled simultaneously by their three fingers, her skimpy panties finally popped out from crotch… exposing her precious, naked pussy to their inspection for the first time.  Already thoroughly aroused it quivered and glistened helplessly before them, perfectly presented for them in the mirror, peeking out at them from between Brenda’s amazing, squirming, and descending-panty-bound thighs.  One by one each boy, unable to resist, briefly took his hands off her panties and darted up to deliver a couple quick wiggling caresses against the tender glistening lips of Brenda’s hot, dripping, utterly undefended slit, their insolent fingers rubbing and caressing directly upon her bare pussy.  Brenda’s mouth dropped, shuddering, her eyes wide and wild.  But, breathing hard and biting her lip, she somehow still silently endured their mocking punishment to her cunt and the continued dropping of her panties.

Outside the curtain, of course, Sandra knew none of this.  Having sunk down into a crouch, she reached out a hand and, ever so slightly, lifted up the hem of the curtain.  She thought she was being stealthy.  But in the booth Brenda could see her every move in hazy silhouette.  Bending low but keeping her head well outside, Sandra peeked curiously up under the curtain.  All see she saw was a little more of Brenda’s lovely calves, which continued to dance and squirm before her.

Letting the curtain fall, Sandra slowly stood back up.  She sighed.  She gave the mysterious, softly-gasping curtain one last parting glance.  ‘Bitch is definitely playing with herself in there,’ she thought to herself, enviously.  Then, shrugging her shoulders and resigning herself back to her workday, she turned and walked away.

Down below the curtain, even as Sandra’s beige-flats-clad feet turned to walk away, Ms. Americana’s trademark bikini panties finally wafted down her sleek squirming calves and settled in a little humiliating wreath around her high-heeled feet.  Oblivious, Sandra’s feet strode off.  Moments later, to add insult to injury, Brenda’s star-spangled bra wafted down, cups big as parachutes, to join it.  The huge bra settled into a little ring right around her feet, mixed in with her rumpled white blouse and tiny black skirt.

“There we go, rich bitch,” Python purred, as Sandra’s footsteps slowly receded into the distance.  “We all alone now.  And you know what that means…”

Brenda didn’t have a chance to respond.  Instantly the three boys’ six eager hands, suddenly free of even a token external restraint, leaped up simultaneously onto her naked and completely unprotected body and seized it as cruel and hard as they pleased, wherever they pleased.  Brenda’s head flew back and her gorgeous face gaped at the ceiling in shock, her mouth falling open and quivering, as simultaneously two different boys’ fingers, coming from two different directions, converged upon her defenseless dripping pussy and, fighting and wrestling with one another for access, brutally wormed their way up inside it.  “Oh… God-d-dess!!!” she gasped, as her poor tight dripping slit suddenly seemed to have turned into a warzone between the two boys’ surging, squirming fingers.  Moments later, the third boys’ clever hand – again, she had no way to know which fiendish delinquent she owed the mocking favor – snuck right in the front and, swiftly finding her clitoris amidst the jumble, began to play with its new-found toy with reckless wiggling abandon.  Brenda jaw dropped, as a spasm shook through her… and, immediately, a whole new gush of eager moisture poured out of her already well-prepared pussy, down onto the snickering boys’ warring and invading digits.

Simultaneously, three hands shot with equal abandon onto her tits.  Where before they had stroked, bounced, teased, now they seized with careless and insolent cruelty.  “Oh!  Ohh!” Brenda moaned, and it was all she could do not to let out another loud, clerk-summoning cry as her huge, shapely, utterly undefended breasts were simultaneously yanked and squeezed and protruded out into every boy-amusing direction imaginable.  Her erect nipples were not ignored of course, and in time they were being grabbed, twisted, and pulled out painfully, drawing further head-thrashes and shuddering moans from the helplessly tormented super-heroine.

For a few minutes, the snickering boys amused themselves by utterly and cruelly abusing their helpless, squirming, gasping super-heroine toy.  They knocked her breasts together, and laughed as the huge helpless jugs wobbled and shook before them.  Forcing her to slip up out of her panties before someone saw them, they wacked them against her ass, laughing, as they made it wiggle and squirm and Brenda gasped in humiliation.  Yanking her head down, they took turns trying out their tongue-work on her… and, blushing and moaning in awe, Brenda could only kiss back, her tongue dancing delicately with theirs as if with a lover’s, while her buxom body wiggled helplessly under the ongoing depredations of their fingers in her pussy.

Then, simultaneously, they began to tire of merely abusing her outsides… and licking their lips and sharing an eager glance behind her gasping, shuddering, gorgeous head, decided silently that it was time to do the same to the deepest depths of her interior.

“Alright, bitch,” Python said, at last, into her ear, after several minutes of torturing her epic body like it was their personal huge-breasted toy.  “Enough foreplay.  Turn that fat ass towards me and let’s get to the main event.”  Extracting his fingers from the fight over Brenda’s pussy, he gave her a few sharp swats to her jiggling backside.  The Latino boy, left briefly without competition, took full advantage in shoving his fingers in a last few times, deep enough to make Brenda’s whole violated pelvis shudder and squirm, before he too pulled out of her drooling ravaged pussy to make way.

Her poor pussy now, for the first time in several minutes, left un-invaded, Brenda gasped and shuddered with deep, panting relief.  But, as few more sharp impatient swats rained down upon the curvy silky surfaces of her body, she knew she could not disobey her cruel captors for long.  Slowly, clumsily, her buxom body hobbled around within the tiny booth, her ankles kept constrained in the very center by the humiliating fetter of her accumulated skirt, top, and panties.  Gasping, her gorgeous, unmasked and bedraggled head came around to find itself gaping into the Latino boy’s sneering face.  Between standing on the bench below, and her being hunched over with her ass lifted up, the juvenile delinquent was able to look the tall and mighty amazon right in her eyes.

It was the first time in quite a while Brenda had been able to look any of her diminutive attackers in the face.  Instinct took over.  Her eyes slowly narrowed, and she snarled in righteous yet impotent fury at the smirking boy.

“What… what are you going to do to me now, you little pervert?” she hissed, furiously.

Splitjaw didn’t say a word in response.  Instead, his smirk silently broadened.  Slowly, he reached down… and unzipped his pants.  The snarl vanished off Brenda’s face and she gasped in shock as a huge erection slowly slid out of the delinquent’s fly.  Her eyes slowly traced down it, widening in disbelief, as the little thug revealed himself to be packing easily a foot long of throbbing meat.  Her mouth promptly fulfilled his serpent nick-name, bestowed upon him in the cheerleader locker room of a rival high school, and dropped wide open in awe.

Behind her came the sounds of more pants unzipping.  Moments later, two more huge dicks slapped down against Brenda’s thighs.  Brenda gasped in shock… her buxom hindquarters squirming despite themselves.  In the process, her luscious rounded thighs caressed lightly up and down a jet-black and tattooed white foot-long respectively.  As she rubbed, between them her naked and intensely excited pussy suddenly dripped with defenseless, dreadful anticipation.

“Oh… Great Justice…” Brenda gasped, eyes darting back and forth as she suffered from size-inflicted awe from all directions.  “Your dicks are… are so… so HUGE!”

“Welcome to the ghetto, bitch,” Splitjaw sneered.  His comrades stroked her helplessly squirming curves with their own huge hanging cocks and chortled gloatingly.  “Here’s how it’s going to be, Ms. Ameri-tits,” Splitjaw continued, leering down at Brenda’s gorgeous unmasked face which, mouth agape, was still staring in awe at his cock.  “You’re going to suck my dick.  Meanwhile, my friends are going to have the time of their lives in your ass and pussy.  No matter how they blow your mind – and they will - you stay silent and keep sucking my dick.  Understand?”

Brenda heaved a heavy breath, her eyes never leaving his dick.  “I understand,” she said.

“Then get to it, bitch,” he responded, chuckling.

Brenda licked her lips, and breathed deep.  Briefly, a flicker of defiant rage passed across her gorgeous face.  “You… you’ll never get away with this!” she declared.

“Duly noted,” Splitjaw sneered.  “Now shut up and get those lips and tongue on my cock, slut!”

Brenda breathed deep.  She dropped her eyes back down, and let them take in his massive length.  He was completely hard and erect, waiting for her… and far too big.  She swallowed.  Then, slowly, she started to drop her head.

It suddenly dawned on her that her backside had grown strangely quiet.  Other than the intense, eager throbbing of the two boys’ monsters against her still helplessly-squirming thighs, her big ass and dripping pussy were getting absolutely no attention.  A quick sidelong glance into the mirror, and she moaned softly and blushed as she realized why.  The two boys had both taken a break to grab up their phones again, and were lifting them up and grinning… waiting to capture their smirking friend’s moment of triumph.

But she couldn’t help herself.  Pushing the waiting cameras from her mind, she turned her head and gave another long, breathless look at the thug’s penis.  She licked her lips, moistening them.  Then, dropping her head low and then lifting it in a rising, curling stroke, she gave the twisted delinquent’s penis a long, continuous upwards lick, starting from the base and sliding up to spray spittle off the bulbous tip of his cock.

“Oh… shit!!!” the little thug hissed with pleasure, as he got his first taste of super-heroine tongue.

“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!” the other boys hooted eagerly, snapping picture after picture.  They slapped her ass enthusiastically with their free hands, while their dicks throbbed in sympathetic delight against her mighty wiggling flesh.  “More, bitch!” they laughed, “more!”

Brenda blushed with humiliation.  But she had no choice.  Gorgeous raven-haired head bobbing low, she gave the evil thug a series of long slow succulent licks with her tongue, stroking and caressing every inch of his massive member until the entire thing glistened with her spittle.  Splitjaw hissed and gasped with pleasure… then lifted up a hand and laid it, quivering, on the back of her lustrous bobbing noggin.

“Alright… alright, bitch, that’s good…” he said.  “Now, it’s all wet… start…start sucking…”

And, catching the heroine with her lips round the tip of his penis, he held her firm and then slowly pushed down.  Brenda moaned softly, resisted ever so briefly, her full red lips distending slightly around his enormous cock… and then complied.  Her luscious lips quivering open she took him in, deep, and then, head bobbing and soft wet lurid slurps filling the air, she dutifully began sucking.

“Oh, fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah…”the little thug gasped, his whole body quivering with pleasure.  He’d had more than a few blowjobs in his short life, but Ms. Americana’s slurping mouth was by far the best he’d ever felt.  “Oh, fuck yeah… this bitch got TALENT!!!” he cooed, eyes rolling back with pleasure.

Cackling and jeering, the two watching boys slid their phones around, getting pictures for posterity of Ms. Americana’s lips bulging around their friend’s meat from every possible angle.  Meanwhile, Brenda couldn’t help herself.  As she bobbed her head again and again, taking the thug’s huge dick down her throat again and again, her buxom hips began to slowly rock and gyrate despite themselves.  In doing so, her luscious thighs and rounded hips rubbed, delightfully, against the other two huge dicks dangling to either side of them, while between them, beneath her buxom buns, her naked pussy dripped and oozed eagerly.  In no time the caress of her thighs against their cocks made the two boys start to gasp with pleasure themselves, their hands shaking slightly as they got a last few shots of her deeply and humiliatedly slurping lips.

“Fuck!” Viper moaned, his body shaking as Brenda’s fertile hip rubbed delicately against his dick.

“Sh-shit!” Python groaned, as Brenda’s fantastic thigh slid delicately up and down against his long sensitive jet-black schlong.

Both boys turned their heads down and gaped at the sight of Ms. Americana’s round, swollen hips wiggling back and forth against their dicks.

“Ha ha ha!” Python said, getting a hold of himself quicker.  He gave her wiggling ass a few mocking swats, his dark fingers curling with delight around her well-rounded flesh and giving her a little parting squeeze after each one.  “You want it bad back here, don’t you bitch?”

Mouth entirely filled with thick veiny Latin cock, Ms. Americana was in no position to respond verbally.  Beautiful eyes closed, she let out a long, low moan… and her luscious hips and thighs began to gyrate a little faster against both boys’ dicks.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” Python said.  He gave her ass a taunting squeeze, her silky pale ass-flesh protruding through his dark fingers.  Then he turned to his compatriot.  “She got two holes and we got two dicks,” he said.  “Rock paper scissors for who gets first pick?”

“Sure!” Viper said, smirking.

Winding up, the boys slammed down their fists.  The first round, naturally enough given their psychological stimuli, both boys played ‘rock.’  Americana moaned softly as she felt both fists squish down simultaneously, one on each bubble-shaped cheek, onto her buxom and helplessly uplifted ass… but, gorgeous head bobbing gently, she obediently continued to suck and suck and worshipfully suck as they wound up for a second.  The second round both played paper.  Ms. Americana jerked and moaned a little more loudly into her dripping mouth-plug, as both hands landed flat open onto her well-rounded bottom with a loud, painful ‘thwack!’

“Heh,” Python said, giving one of Ms. Americana’s rotund, silky-soft cheeks a mocking squeeze.  “Guess great minds just think alike, huh, cuz?”

“Yep,” Viper said, squeezing his cheek hard too.  Americana moaned loudly.  Meanwhile, between their squeezing hands her attention-starved pussy quivered between her big cheeks and dripped with need.

Finally, in the next round, the black boy went ‘scissors’ while the white boy couldn’t resist slapping down onto her jiggling flesh again with ‘paper.’  “Ha ha!   Loser!” Python said.  Without breaking the hand gesture he reached it down between Ms. Americana’s legs, shoved his two scissor-shaped fingers up inside her, and then spread them wide apart.  Ms. Americana moaned softly as her pussy lips were rudely spread open, but kept right on dutifully and helplessly sucking.  “Get up in that sloppy hole, cracker,” Python commanded.  “I wanna ride this slut’s ass.”

“Aight,” the white thug said, not sounding at all disappointed to lose.  Sliding over on his knees, he lifted up his huge penis and presented it to the waiting gates of Ms. Americana’s pussy.  Having a strong case of the not-gays even with a buxom beautiful super-heroine bouncing before him, Python made sure to yank out his pussy-spreading fingers moments before his friend’s dick would have touched.  Ms. Americana’s magic folds promptly closed back together, enveloping the rock-hard head of Viper’s cock with their gentle warm embrace and anointing him with her flowing juices.

“Ah, fuck yeah!” the white thug cooed, head rocking back with pleasure.  “Damn, she’s wet!” he added…as both hands rose up to take a firm grip to either side of her big, helplessly waiting ass.  His thumbs squeezed her cheeks slightly, at the base, reveling in how wide apart their buxom swell was despite the marvelous hardness of her sleek, flawless flesh.  “Alright, slut… ready or not, here it comes!”  And without further ado he yanked his hands back, hard, while driving forward with his hips.  His massive schlong promptly slammed up inside her, sinking into her tight channel all the way to the hilt.

“Gllmmmph!” Ms. Americana moaned helplessly.  Her eyes flashed open, only to blink in wide-eyed disbelief into the abs of the boy she was sucking.  Her gaze, over her slurping lips, swiftly became trembling and lost.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Viper cried.  Wasting no time he began to set up a devastating rhythm inside Ms. Americana.  His huge battering ram slammed back and forth between her sloppy walls, raining droplets of her accumulated juices down on each and every brutal extraction.  “God damn!  This bitch so tight!”

“Shut up!” Python hissed, reminding him to stay quiet despite his awesome pleasure.  “And lean back, ‘less you want to get a face full of my stank.”  Without another warning, he put both hands upon Ms. Americana’s butt and hopped up onto her.  Looking down eagerly he spread her cheeks wide, giving him a perfect shot down into her helplessly waiting anus.  “Time to take it up the tailpipe, slut!” he said.

A shudder slammed through Ms. Americana’s body as the black boy’s long penis plowed up her asshole.  Her eyes grew even wider, and her mouth quivered upon the Latino’s thrusting phallus.  But, though drool slithered out of her slurping lips and tears leaked from her eyes, she took it.  Slammed in three holes by gigantic dicks in the tiny confines of the booth, she took it, and took it, and took it some more.

“Ah, shit!” Splitjaw gasped, head rolling back against the walls of the booth and a grin quivering across his young face.  “Shit!” he said.  “This slut’s tongue has gone fucking WILD!”

“God damn!” Python groaned.  A grin of triumph slowly etched across his features, as they bounced high above the deeply-fucked super-heroine.  “It’s a good thing we caught you changing bitch – cause you clearly needed this BAD!”

“Wooo-yeah!” Viper said.  Rutting with furious glee, he slammed his tremendously thick dick up into her pussy again and again and again.  “Dis bitch is so hot!  So wet!  So goddamn tight!  Fucking TAKE IT, BITCH!”

By chance, all three boys pulled back and then slammed their dicks into Ms. Americana at the same time.  They slammed in hard and then held them, grinding them brutally deep inside her.  The Queen of Justice gurgled and moaned, her eyes wild and wide, as the three delinquents’ gigantic cocks scraped and slammed in the deepest depths of her throat, ass, and pussy.  Then, slowly, her eyes rolled back and her body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Ha ha ha!” Viper laughed, as he felt Ms. Americana’s fantastically overstretched snatch begin to quiver and squirt.  “This slut is fucking cumming!”

“Ha ha ha!” Python said, as he started to feel it too.  He looked down and sneered, as he clung tight and slammed his dick hard in and out of the climaxing super-heroine.  “That’s it, bitch!” he laughed.  “I bet you gonna thank us for pulling aside that curtain now, ain’t you?  You’re loving this, aren’t you, slut!?”

“Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Splitjaw said.  His eyes got very wide… for, as she started to cum, Ms. Americana’s mouth and tongue had suddenly gone absolutely wild on his dick.  It was all he could do to keep his voice down, just barely, so it couldn’t be heard outside the changing area.  “Oh, shit this is AWESSSSOME!”

The feel of Ms. Americana wiggling and shuddering and slurping orgasmically around them swiftly became too much for the inexperienced young thugs.  In the space of seconds, their exultant dicks all began to quiver, shake, and then spew forth their sticky loads deep inside her body.  Biting their lips, the little thugs trembled and struggled desperately to avoid crying out in whooping joy at the incredible pleasure coursing through them, courtesy of their helplessly shuddering super-heroine fuck-toy.  This did nothing to help Ms. Americana.  Eyes blinking wide and leaking tears, the feel of the little thugs’ hot jizm exploding inside her caused a second, even more violent climax to erupt through her jiggling, spectacular body. 

“Oh, fuck yeah…” Viper groaned.  He pulled his limpening dick out of Ms. Americana…  leaving a streamer of cum drooling out of her ravaged pussy afterwards.  The black and Latino boys did the same with her mouth and ass.

Their ejaculations did little to give Ms. Americana relief.  Between their own youthful stamina and the glory of the buxom, naked charms quivering before them, despite the immense loads they’d all shot down her the three boys’ freshly-extracted, heroine-juice-glistening cocks didn’t even go limp.  A single glance down at her mighty, cum-leaking body made their still half-hard cock twitch and promptly begin, rapidly, to ascend again.  Gaping forward with dribbling lips, Ms. Americana gasped at the sight of the thick Latin dick that had just gotten done ravaging her throat swelling back up again… and, her pretty eyes wide and shining with disbelief, she whimpered in a mixture of dread and awe.

“Turn around, slut,” Python said.  Hopping down from her back he gave her a couple quick, jiggle-inducing swats to her ass.  Groaning, moaning, the Queen of Justice obeyed.  Slowly, within the tiny booth, her buxom body wiggled about until it was facing the other way… pursued all the way by the chuckling, exultant caresses, swats, and slaps of the idle boys’ hands.   The Latino thug grinned as Ms. Americana’s big buxom ass jiggled around and presented itself for him without him having to move a muscle… her leaky pussy waiting patiently on display between her mighty thighs. 

“Aww, yeah…” he said, leering at it eagerly.

Ms. Americana, meanwhile, gasped in horror as she came around to find a long, twitching, night-black cock waiting for her.  The white boy meanwhile had retreated to the back of the booth to briefly snap a few more pics of their helpless super-slave, mouth and pussy wide and aghast and dribbling with cum, nevertheless waiting helplessly for her second giant helping of ghetto dick.

“Careful, bitch,” Python sneered.  He stroked his hand through her lustrous raven hair, repeatedly and patronizingly.  “You don’t know where that thing’s been.  Oh, wait… I guess you do!  Don’t you?”

“Y-yes…” Ms. Americana whispered, staring at it helplessly.  Despite the stench rising from it, despite the stinging in her ass, she couldn’t take her eyes off it.  They slid up and down the incredibly long, black dick, wide with awe.  Slowly, her tongue slid out, and moistened her puffy penis-bruised lips.

“Aw, yeah!  Pussy!” Splitjaw sighed.  Without waiting for his comrades, he seized hold of Ms. Americana’s hips, pushed his tip through her gate, and shoved home.

“Oh… Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Her body shuddered as it was penetrated by his thick Latin dick… her shining eyes never leaving the black boy’s cock.

“Fuck yeah, homes, wait for me!” Viper said.  Stashing his phone back away he vaulted up onto Ms. Americana, spread her cheeks, and slammed his dick up her ass.

“OH, GODDESS!!!” Ms. Americana moaned.  This time it was all she could do to keep her voice down from police-or-clerk-summoning volumes.  Even as two criminal cocks rampaged unchecked in her pussy and her ass her eyes remained glued to the erect black penis hovering in front of her.  A bit of drool mixed with cum slid from the corner of her luscious, red, quivering mouth, and trickled slowly down onto her sculpted chin.

“What do you think of my dick, Ms. Americana?” Python asked.

She swallowed.  “It’s… it’s big…” she admitted softly.  Meanwhile, the two other thugs’ cocks were slamming away furiously in her ass and pussy… and the latter was dripping juices like crazy.

“You want to suck it, don’t you bitch?”

Ms. Americana gasped and groaned.  Her body shook from the pounding it was taking from behind.  Her huge naked breasts jiggled and swayed before the leering young thug, putting on a magnificent pneumatic display for his pleasure.  But still her eyes never left his huge, throbbing black dick.  “Yes…” she finally whispered, very very softly.  She blushed profusely.  She didn’t want to say it.  But with one giant cock ravaging her pussy and another in her ass, she found she simply could do nothing else.

The black boy’s sneer broadened into a leering, triumphant grin.  “Then suck, baby,” he said.

“Yes…” she whispered.  Her gorgeous head slowly dropped lower, bringing her luscious lips closer to his waiting dick.  For just a brief second, rage twisted her features.  “Yes, you… you little fiend!”  Then, with a final sigh, she bowed her head low and began applying her tongue in long, swirling strokes, up and down his appreciatively-throbbing dark length.

Sighing with pleasure, the three young thugs rapidly fell back into a lovely rhythm, fucking the shit out of Ms. Americana.  Their pent-up first loads expended, their second fucks lasted much longer.  Their dicks pumped inside her with smooth, steady, tireless motion.  Ms. Americana was a different story.  Sliding rapidly downwards into a world composed entirely of pumping cock, her eyes began to roll back.  In no time, a second orgasm rippled through her body.  Then a third.  Then a fourth.  In no time, as the boys hissed and gasped and rode her heaving buxom curves with pleasure, the mighty Ms. Americana had become an unending sea of helpless, desperate, and continuous orgasm.

Then, suddenly, a peal of light female laughter echoed down the hallway from the store just outside, followed moments later by a giggle in a tone just different enough to obviously be from a different lovely throat.

“Shit,” Splitjaw gasped, craning his head and staring over the top of the booth.  “We got company!  Okay, guys we got to be silent!”  Tilting his head down, he leered at the buxom, jiggling hips that wiggled between his grip.  “That goes double for you, rich bitch,” he purred to Ms. Americana, patting her on her buxom violated hips… even as he gave her defenseless wide-spread pussy an endless series of fast, deep, punishing thrusts

Gasping with effort, the boys bit their lips, smoothed out their strokes, and generally rigged for silent running.  But the three stealthy attackers never for an instant ceased to ram their massive turgid torpedoes of sexual conquest in and out of Brenda’s flailing, sinking capital ship of heroinely virtue.  Brenda, for her part, shuddered silently with helpless pleasure and did her best to suppress another moaning thrashing orgasm, as the sounds of more women entering the changing area rolled and flitted horrifically around her.

Meanwhile, utterly oblivious to what was going on behind a curtain just a few yards away from them, a gorgeous blonde and ravishing redhead strutted around the corner at the end of the hall and came side by side down the row of stalls.  In mid-stride they bowed their heads together and, smirking, shared another peal of feminine laughter at some private joke… missing the couple of juvenile delinquent heads that briefly peeked up over the top of the single occupied booth and gaped down at them in awe. 

The blonde was named Kimmy, and had well-tanned skin and blue eyes.  The redhead was named Tammy, and had cream-pale skin and green eyes.  Both were aspiring models, 19 and 20 years of age respectively.  Both had spectacularly athletic bodies that jiggled with ample and shapely T & A.  Each had a pile of brief, fashionable garments thrown over her arm to try on.  Selecting booths to either side of Brenda’s, the two friends stepped halfway inside… and then leaned their gorgeous smirking faces back out to share a giggle and one last teasing wave.

“Enjoy yourself, Tammy,” Kimmy called, waving.

“You too, Kimmy,” Tammy cooed, waving back.

Then with that they vanished into their respective chambers, closing the curtains behind them.

Within Brenda’s booth the three penis-pumping delinquents shared awed grins and silent high-fives at their good fortune.  Then, craning their heads back they peeked over the walls of the stalls in awe and, lifting silenced phones, began to snap pic after pic, and vid after vid, as the two oblivious models bent low and, gasping softly and completely oblivious to their leering audiences, began to strip.  Soon each gorgeous model was left turning and posing herself before boys and mirror alike in nothing but her skimpy panties.  Kimmy wore a high-legged scoop-front panty made almost entirely of frilly white lace, while Tammy revealed herself to her unseen audience in nothing but a teeny tiny black thong.

Gradually, still unaware of their leering audience and the silently snapping photos, over the next several minutes each girl slowly wiggled in and out of a series of brief, summery outfits.  A few minutes later Tammy sashayed sultrily back and forth before her mirror in a tiny black cocktail dress.  Smirking, she carefully experimented with exactly how high she could lift or lower it on each side before it showed off the strap or crotch of her thong.  Meanwhile, Kimmy was whirling and twirling before her own mirror in a bright yellow sun dress… and grinned deviously over her shoulder into the mirror as she saw what tantalizing yet innocent-seeming glimpses it was providing of her awesomely sculpted and shapely ass.

The three boys enjoyed the feeling of Brenda’s hot wet sloppy holes shuttling up and down their members as they watched, lapping their lips and eagerly enjoying the free show.  However, clever thugs that they were, they were not content to just watch.  Each girl, fortuitously, had laid her open purse upon the bench abutting Brenda’s stall – scarce imagining, of course, that there was any peril in doing so.  Even as they enjoyed the spectacular show the jiggling, stripping, posing models were unknowingly putting on for them the well-hung delinquents dipped into their bag of tricks.  One boy on each side slid his hand into his pocket unwrapped a sticky grabber – a glob of highly sticky glue on a long string.  As each model was busy, facing into the mirror as she slid into and posed in another outfit, the snickering delinquents used the grabbers to fish for and finally snag both girls’ phones.  As each girl bent low, lifted her delectable scantily-clad ass high and slid out of yet another little outfit, the snickering boys delighted in lifting their precious phones right out from under the girls shapely and delightfully wiggling bottoms. 

The two thieves chortled as loudly as they dared as they slid the two models’ phones into their jackets… pocketing the perfect tools for summoning the two hot pieces of ass before them later, to receive whatever abuse they could dream up.  Then, with their trophies secure, they stretched their noses and their own panty-hungry phones back up over the edge and continued to enjoy the show. 

Meanwhile, trapped between them and spitted like a pig upon their massive rampaging dicks, Ms. Americana had a front-row seat to the entire crime unfolding.  But with her sweet red lips plugged up by thick black cock and another pair of criminal schlongs triumphantly pounding her ass and pussy, she was in no position to intervene.  Instead, she had to just blush, and close her eyes, and take it… and give the black mastermind another reward in the form of her luscious sloppy tongue slowly sliding and caressing up and down his delighted penis.

However, though both the three thugs and their captive super-heroine fuck toy had every reason to try to keep their sexual activities completely silent, actually doing so proved impossible.  Even as she strove to keep her opulent lips sealed hermetically tight around the black thug’s shaft, Ms. Americana could not keep a slight, but distinctive, ‘Shlp!  Shlp!  Shlp!’ sound from rising up from her wetly slurping head with each and every stroke.  Meanwhile, while the two boys in back strove to keep their thick hard cocks moving in smooth slow strokes, neither grinding deep and hard enough to make their captive super-bitch moan nor going far enough to let their appreciative bodies slap against her sweaty, buxom, helplessly waiting ass, every once in a while they screwed up and a slight moist smack of belly against jiggling super-ass would echo through the wall.  And, though they strove with all their mental power to prevent it every once in a while a particularly delicious feeling stirring up from their heroine swaddled penises would make the boys tilt their heads back and let out a stifled gasp of pleasure… and every once in a while a particularly deep and ravaging stroke of their throbbing cocks would make even iron-willed Brenda shudder, and let out a tiny but unmistakable moan of pleasure from around her immense jet-black throat-stopper.

None of these sounds were every quite loud enough, sustained enough, or clear enough to make the gorgeous, half-undressed models realize they were hearing sex.  At least not with their conscious brains.  But deep down in their unconscious, it was another matter.  As they changed in and out of their last couple outfits both girls gasped softly, their full pink lips quivering slightly… as, without knowing why, their luscious bodies began gradually to feel horny.  Each, first Kimmy and then Tammy, gasped softly and stared down in slight shock as they took off their last top… to see the little pink nipples at the tips of their large, shapely bare breasts had grown delicately erect in the cold air. 

Laying aside their last little outfits, neither girl re-dressed immediately.  Instead, with Kimmy putting her fingers to her lips and Tammy putting a hand behind her head, each girl briefly gasped and observed themselves, flawless gorgeous bodies clad in nothing but tiny panties, in their changing room mirrors.  Slowly, despite being in the supposed safety of the booth, each girl turned her head first this way then that, their wide pretty young eyes instinctively searching for unseen observers.  Unfortunately, neither girl thought to look up… where the peeping eyes were still leering hungrily, and the silenced cameras still filming away.  The girls turned their faces back to gaze at themselves in the mirror.  Tammy bit her lip.  Kimmy lowered her free hand down and ran a couple of fingers lightly, first over her flat bare belly, her delicate fingers trembling nervously.  Biting their full, opulent young lips, each girl simultaneously squirmed and let out tiny, horny little whimpers of need.

It was blonde Kimmy who gave in first.  Biting her thumb, gazing into her own eyes into the mirror, the gorgeous model squirmed slightly, pneumatically, as her hand slowly caressed lower and lower upon her panties… and then suddenly shot right down in between her legs.

“Oh, yes!” the black boy mouthed silently, as his watching eyes shone with glee.  His huge penis pulsed and twitched with pleasure within Ms. Americana’s slurping lips, as he enjoyed the show.  “Oh, fuck yes!”

Oblivious, Kimmy moaned and gasped softly, as her fingers desperately rubbed at her mound.  Then, finally, she could hold off no more.  Slamming backwards against one of the walls of the booth – which just so happened to be the very same wall the unseen black thug was gleefully peering down from the top of – the gorgeous blonde model jerked aside her panties with one hand and sent the other plunging up into her own dripping pussy.  Head rolling back passionately against the unyielding wall behind her… and scarce imagining what buxom deeply-plowed heroine lay just beyond it – Kimmy bit her lip but could not quite help letting out a rolling, mewling moan.  She blushed deeply, hoped desperately her friend hadn’t heard, but kept furiously pumping her dripping fingers in and out of her pussy – completely oblivious that above her the grinning black thug had reached her own phone waaay out in order to get a clear, close-up video of her self-inflicted technique.

But if blushing Kimmy was worried she was the only horny model shameless enough to play with herself in the changing room, she needn’t have for long.  Across Brenda’s stall, Tammy squirmed uncomfortably, her trembling fingers delicately pulling up the straps of her thong and then carefully settling them into place, perfectly arced across her well-rounded hips.  She too, gave one last nervous sidelong glance from side to side… and, again, failed to see the two filthy teenage faces eagerly watching her from over the top of the stall.  Finally, she too could help herself no longer.  Hand darting down to rummage desperately within her purse – and completely failing to detect the absence of her phone – she withdrew it, trembling… its  delicate fingers quivering and barely clasped around a titanic vibrator.  Yanking the crotch of her panties aside, with her free hand she pressed it clumsily against the drooling lips of her pussy and then, trembling with need, slammed it cruelly and eagerly up inside herself.

“Oh!” the ravishing, large-breasted redhead gasped, head shooting back and full lips quivering in awe, as she got penetrated by her own massive toy.  Though big, it was not quite as large as the cocks of the two leering, secretly watching studs.  “Oh…” she whispered, head turning to one side as she settled back against the wall.  “Oh… yessss….”  And, eyes closed and hand pumping furiously inside of herself, she too sank into a swirling world of self-inflicted sex… completely oblivious to the two hands stretching out cameras just above her to eagerly film her pumping hand and large, naked, swaying breasts in delectable stereo.

The three boys could hardly have been in a higher heaven if the Goddess Aphrodite herself had descended at that moment to personally suck their dicks.  Soon, the squirming, the moist wet rubbing, and the stifled gasping moans of the two self-pleasuring models had all grown loud enough that they could cut loose, and begin to pound their dicks more freely and furiously within Brenda’s tight helpless holes.  Chortling and grinning with glee, they kept one hand clutched tight to her heaving buxom body, pounding her for all they were worth… while their free hands alternately took and passed around shot after shot of the oblivious, writhing, shamefully masturbating models, showing off to one another what sort of show they were each getting.

Soon it was all too much.  The furious pounding within Brenda, the clips of big-breasted models pumping themselves deep, and the live views of the oblivious models themselves, squirming and moaning in their tiny panties as they worked themselves over; it was all too much.  Splitjaw was the first to go.  Eagerly watching a video that had been passed him of Kimmy starting to strip, he had slammed his penis hard and deep into Brenda’s pussy at the exact moment the oblivious blonde had first stood up and posed in the mirror in nothing but her panties.  Suddenly, an all too familiar tingle shot up his dick.  “Oh, fuck,” the boy whispered, knowing what it meant.  Stashing the phone hurriedly away to avoid dropping it, he quickly grabbed her jiggling buxom hips and tried to slow down, to stanch her exciting squirming, to stop the rush he felt coming.  But he couldn’t.  “Oh… shit…” he gasped softly, “I’m… I’m cumming!”

He was just slightly too loud, and very briefly the other two boys’ pulses pounded in fear that they would be exposed.  But fortunately for him, the two models were too lost in their own fantasies at that point to even realize what tell-tale sound they had just heard.  “Me… me too…” both models sighed softly, to either side of them.  And moments later, their luscious hips dutifully began to shake and quiver with the furious power of a fully self-inflicted orgasm.

“Oh… oh GOD!” Tammy moaned.  Gorgeous red head rolling backwards, she let out a gasping moan as her fist, pounding her toy up into her as fast and hard as she could possibly make it, finally drove her too into a shuddering helpless orgasm.

“Oh!  Yes!  Yes!  YESSS!!!” Kimmy squealed, simultaneously, as her own deep-thrusting fingers, slamming in three at a time in her ravaged pussy, finally triggered a trembling and squirting climax.

Relieved, the two remaining boys whirled back around and, grinning in evil glee, shared high-fives of pleasure.  But it was not to last long.  The receding pulse of fear, combined with the elation of victory, mixed with the exquisite slurping of Brenda’s tongue on one end and the incredible tightness of her ass on the other to suddenly send all-too-familiar tingles surging up their dicks as well.  “Oh, shit!” one moaned.  “Oh, fuck!” gasped the other.  Pounding away furiously, they suddenly seized Brenda tight, slammed in hard, and held it.

Brenda Wade moaned loudly as she suddenly had three massive, rock-hard boners slammed in all the way to the hilt inside her.  Eyes flashing open, they blinked wide and forlorn over her huge black mouth-plug… within her head, she could only imagine that a cut-away diagram of herself would have revealed more area of cock in her cross-section than of her own flesh.  Then the huge dicks began to twitch, to pulse… and finally to spew cum.  Eyes going wider, Brenda moaned in horror.  Her eyes rolled back.  She let out a plaintive, helpless moan as cum started to spew from her lovely over-strained lips… followed shortly by more gouts from her over-stretched pussy and utterly demolished ass.  As cum spurted from her in all three directions her own body began to shiver, tremble, and shake.

Fortunately for Brenda, the two models were so far gone, so lost in their own self-finger-pumped worlds, that Ms. Americana’s moans of conquered pleasure were indistinguishable from their own.  So, fortunately for her and even more fortunate for her gleefully pumping and spewing rapists, Kimmy and Tammy remained completely oblivious as between them the Queen of Justice became the sixth and final person in the little changing area to enjoy a grinding, pounding, simultaneous orgasm.

Gasping, heads soaring with pleasure, the three boys slammed exultantly into Brenda while filling her with their cum.  Then, slowly, the waves of ecstasy receded to be replaced with the lingering, stirring satisfaction of feeling the last few spurts of their loads drooling away into the deep depths of her sacred body.  They were the first.

Next, gorgeous heads moaning and rolling with pleasure, the two beautiful models finally came down from their surging, trembling, and mind-emptying orgasmic peaks.  Sighing guiltily, Kimmy slid her trembling fingers out of her quivering juice-vomiting snatch and, biting her full lips, paused briefly to massage the drooling cavity with the flat of her slender hand.  Tammy gasped and shuddered as she reluctantly withdrew her toy from the aching lips of her pussy.  Sighing in partial but incomplete contentment, the two girls swiftly pulled their moist panties back into place over their sopping slits.  Tammy whirled and, bending low, hastily stashed her toy back in her purse, while Kimmy grabbed up lipstick and rushed to the mirror to retouch her makeup.

Meanwhile poor Brenda struggled to contain the overwhelming urge to scream out her foul but irresistible pleasures, as cum filled her.  But then suddenly, Python yanked his huge limpening cock out of his mouth, and smacked the long wet organ across her face.  “Oh…” she moaned, loudly… even as his huge phallus and residual cum rolled down her cheek, “Oh, Goddess!”  Eyes rolling back, Brenda whimpered and shook with unwanted yet uncontainable pleasure.

Fortunately for her, each of the two models took the whimpering moan as a sign that they had just caught their best friend engaged in the same shameful, self-pleasuring activity she herself had just indulged in.  Lowering her lipstick from her now once more richly be-scarletted lips, Kimmy kissed them together and then, eyes tilting over to her friend, smirked.  Tammy hiked her thong back up into perfect place upon her ass, tilted her head to one side, and, eyes tilted up at the now safely boy-free upper edge of her booth, let out a glittering smile at what she presumed was her friend’s naughtiness.

Each suddenly desiring greatly to be the first one to nonchalantly strut out of the room, so they could wait smugly for the other, both girls the immediately whirled back around and began to hurriedly dress and pack.  Gloating and exulting in their afterglow from filling still-shuddering Brenda, the boys lazily leaned back over and snapped a last few photos as the still oblivious beauties hastily herded their ample breast-flesh back into their bras, shrugged back into their tops, and squirmed their skirts back up over their now-sopping panties.  Finally, picking up their assembled purchases both girls swept aside their curtain and darted outside… only for their gorgeous faces drop open in startled surprise as, despite the orgasmic moan they had each just heard, they found themselves coming out face to gorgeous and gaping young face at the exact same time.

Both breathed briefly, in shock, lips quivering.  Then, keeping a bright smile on her face and not letting her suspicions show, Kimmy tilted her head.  “Hey,” she said.  “You, uh… you have a good time in there?” she asked, knowingly.

“You know it!” Tammy said… also trying to keep her surprise off her face to see her friend standing apparently completely unflustered before her.  But she couldn’t quite help it.  “You, uh, enjoy yourself too?” she asked and, smirking, let her eyes briefly drop to the hem of Kimmy’s tiny skirt.

“Of course!” Kimmy laughed.  Turning, she smirked at her obviously horny friend and gestured towards the exit.  “Shall we go?”

“Sure!”  And, side by side, the two gorgeous models slowly strutted down the little aisle and out the exit.  Beneath their little skirts, however, both girls’ well-penetrated hips were visibly shaken, trembling slightly as they wobbled a little awkwardly from side to side… and glistening trickles of moisture flowed down both of their flawless, toned, athletic thighs.  Snickering, the thugs eagerly watched them go from their hidden parapet, and got a last few parting snaps with the two bitches’ own stolen phones.  At their feet Ms. Americana, slowly recovering from her second deep fucking, gasped deeply and then snarled with sudden, female rage.

“You… you little criminals!” she spat… cum dribbling from her lips.  She had heard the two models depart as clearly as the boys and knew there was now less need for silence.  “You’ll… you’ll never get away with this!”

Python looked down at her, and smirked.  “Ah, superheroine defiance…” he purred.  Reaching down he stroked a dark hand mock-tenderly against her furiously-glaring, cum-streaked face.  “Music to my ears!”  His smirk broadened.  “Now turn around, and defiantly present that pussy to my long black cock, Slut of Justice.”

“Yeah bitch,” Viper said, slapping her ass so hard it jiggled like the sea.  “Get that mouth over here and wrapped around my dick.”

“Yeah, slut,” the Latino boy said, slapping her other ass cheek.  Between the two be-spanked buns, her helpless pussy dripped fluids of all sorts down her mighty thighs.  “Hurry up and assume the position bitch – I’ve had throat and cunt, now I want my taste of super-ass!”

Brenda growled and seethed… but, in the end, she had no choice but to obey.  More laughter and mocking slaps rained down upon her flesh as she slowly awkwardly hobbled around again… her ankles still humiliatingly bound by her own panties.  Meanwhile, the boys were young and had the world’s best stimulation jiggling right before them.  By the time she was around, their massive dicks were already hard and ready yet again.

“You may have me at a disadvantage for the moment,” Brenda growled up at the smirking white boy, once she was in position beneath his looming cock.  “But I swear, I will-“

“Yeah, yeah, bitch,” Viper said.  Without waiting for her to finish he slammed his cock through her lips.  Her tirade cut off in mid-syllable, Ms. Americana’s eyes went wide as dinner plates as his almost impossibly long and thick member slammed its way through her quivering petals and raced down her well-loosened and well-lubricated throat.  The other two wasted no time as well, and in seconds the Python’s long black penis was ramming deep inside her cunt while Splitjaw’s ultra-thick Latin member was splitting and straining her asshole like never before.

The boys were in no mood to be gentle this time.  After having to spend so long smoothly and silently fucking Brenda every last one of them had a great deal of pent-up brutality to unleash.  And unleash it they did.  Brenda moaned, eyes going lost and moist, as all three massive dicks suddenly began slamming back and forth inside her with merciless speed and furious power.  Unfortunately, despite her brief vocal defiance, Ms. Americana’s body was not in an unyielding mood.  Each and every one of her channels was now well-lubricated with her own juices, plus two loads of cum.  The boys’ dicks slammed brutally yet effortlessly within her, even as their terrible length and girth utterly wrecked her once-proud virtue.  The humiliation of having been forced to witness their crimes and yet still take their cocks combined with the long persuasive stimulation her pussy had received to start an all-too familiar tingle spreading through her nether regions almost immediately. 

Above her huge, veiny, and violently pumping mouth-plug Ms. Americana’s eyes grew wide and hopeless as she felt the tingle grow, and spread.  But there was nothing she could do.  In seconds, Ms. Americana’s body started to shiver, quiver, and shake.  Moments later, eyes rolling in her head and moans exploding in muffled waves from around the huge cock plugging her mouth, she exploded into orgasm. 

The thugs chortled with glee at their rapid conquest.  Reaching down, they took tighter and more humiliating grips upon her body.  Viper reached way down and cupped both of her massive breasts in his eager sweaty palms, twisting and squeezing her nipples between his fingers.  Python put both his dark thumbs at the base of her ample and magnificent pale ass, and pinched both cheeks tight.  Splitjaw wrapped both arms tight around her waist and, finding her flat sexy belly at his disposal, stroked and fingered her helpless navel tenderly as he very un-tenderly demolished her asshole.  Then, using their humiliating hand-holds, all three boys began slam their dicks into her even faster, harder, and with yet wilder abandon.

Ms. Americana couldn’t take it, at all.  Body shaking helplessly like she was getting buffeted by an endless storm of punches, before her first devastating orgasm had even receded a second began to explode up through her.  Laughing as loud as they dared, the three delinquents hung on and fucked even harder.  The second was followed by a third, then a fourth.  Soon it was impossible to tell them apart.  Driven into utter ruin upon the furiously pumping cocks, Ms. Americana slid into chain orgasms, coming continuously upon her conqueror’s colossal, carelessly-wielded cocks.  She moaned, she whimpered, she squirmed.  But, wide eyes blinking wildly over her surging mouth-plug, she could do nothing but cum and cum and cum. 

Soon her entire world dissolved around her, and the mighty heroine lost all track of space and time.  Vaguely, as if at great distance, she heard other fashionable young ladies entering and exiting the changing area, watched the boys snicker and take yet more illicit photos of unsuspecting, half-stripped beauties, saw them pass their phones around and chortle with glee.  But all that she was aware of was the furious pumping of their cocks, and the continuous crashing of orgasm back and forth inside her conquered, quivering, choked-silent body.

Finally, after what time Ms. Americana could scarcely imagine, the triple eruption of three massive gouts of cum deep inside her announced that at last the boys’ well-pleasured and triumphant penises had spent.  Cooing with pleasure, they finally ceased their relentless slamming, substituting it for slow, long-savored strokes in and out of her… each one accompanied by another dollop of semen spurting out into the depths of her forbidden body.  Finally, slowly sighing with pleasure, the spent boys withdrew their limpening cocks from Ms. Americana… leaving her pussy, ass, and gaping sweet lips to drool with streamers of their triumphant cum.

Standing back, the boys waited, and snickered… amusing themselves with a few idle swats and squeezes at Ms. Americana’s ample luscious curvature as they did so.  They were expecting another heroinely tirade.  But they didn’t get one.  The unrelenting storm of orgasm had left Ms. Americana dizzy and lost.  Her ears rang.  Her eyes saw stars.  She shook her head slowly back and forth, her eyes wide and looking at nothing in particular. 

Realizing at last that they weren’t going to get another dumb defiant super-heroine speech to entertain them, the boys decided to make their own fun.  Using a wire clothes hanger from Brenda’s stash they bound the brain-melted Queen of Justice’s wrists behind her, and, lifting her jiggling, languidly squirming but otherwise completely unresisting body, hung her up from a hook above the mirror.  Then, stealing her panties off her ankles, they lifted her legs up until they lay splayed out down each side bench, keeping her completely off the floor.  Using two more coat-hangers they bound her high-heeled feet to brackets holding up each bench, binding her legs in a spread-out position.  Rifling through her clothes they discovered her mask tucked inside her jacket pocket and, snickering, affixed it to her still open-jawed face, so that it was instantly obvious in any picture who she was.  Then, standing around the captured super-heroine the boys jeered down at her… while taking turns using their fingers to idly, cruelly play with her sloppy, helpless pussy.

The wiggling of insolent fingers up her cunt finally caused Ms. Americana to gasp, squirm, and slowly open her eyes.  Her breath coming in pants, she gaped down at the sight of her devastated pussy being played with like a toy.  But hands and ankles bound, she was utterly helpless to do anything about it.

“Why… why are you doing this?” she asked at last.  Her voice came in a whisper.  All hint of the mighty defiance she had displayed when first, like a caged she-panther, she had been startled half-stripped within her booth, was now gone.  She squirmed and wiggled helplessly under their invading fingers, licking her lips, her pretty eyes never leaving her digit-invaded pussy.  “Why… why are you being so cruel… to me?”

“You wanna know, bitch?” Python asked.  “You really want to know?”  Whipping out his phone, he hastily used his thumb to slide rapidly back through its gallery, then spun it around and held it up before her face.  “What you think of this, bitch?”

Ms. Americana gasped, gazing up into the phone with wide eyes.  For right there upon the screen, was herself.  Ms. Americana, standing in all her full glory.  She had a confident smirk upon her lips, her hands upon her hips, and her mighty legs thrust out wide in a defiant power stance.  Her huge breasts bulged within their trademark bra, while her proud and skimpy panties arced curvaceously across her pelvis.  She stood at edge of the stage of a high school auditorium.  Behind her were larger-than life cardboard cut-outs of herself, one pointing at the camera, another in a dramatic upward punch, surrounded by star-and-stripes laden backgrounds.  Across the top of the stage arced a huge banner upon which, in a custom font, was displayed the slogan:  “Ms. Americana’s Scared Straight.”

Gazing upon the picture, a blush slowly spread across Ms. Americana cheeks and her eyes slowly grew wide.  “Oh…” she gasped.  “Oh, no…”

“You came to our school,” the black boy said.  “You flaunted your big titties in our faces, shook that round ass up and down the stage for a solid fucking hour.  And the whole time all you prattled on about was how crime don’t pay, and how we should all go straight and snitch on our friends and shit.  Like bitches.”  As he spoke he slid his thumb around and swiped it repeatedly across the screen, advancing from one shot to another and another he’d taken of her presentation.  Americana gasped, her blush deepening, as she saw each in turn.

“You… you didn’t take one shot of my bullet points or messages,” she whimpered, eyes glued to the screen… even as her body wiggled, helplessly, under the cruel thrusts his two snickering friends were delivering up her deep and defenseless pussy. 

Indeed – not a single shot showed any of her slides, or the demos she’d done with various kids.  Every last shot instead was focused only on her… and timed to take advantage of a momentarily disadvantageous position of her body.  One caught her bent way over in front, so that she seemed to be presenting her cavernous silky cleavage directly to the viewer.  Another had caught her bent way over the other way, doing the same for her big round scantily-clad ass.  Another thumb-flick brought up a slow motion video consisting entirely of her buxom panty-clad hips slowly strutting across the stage.

“Of course not, slut,” he sneered.  “Nobody did.  You was all ‘crime doesn’t pay, crime doesn’t pay, crime doesn’t pay!’ while you was parading that ass and those titties in front of us – like meat before hungry dogs!”  His voice rose into a high falsetto as he mocked her.  “By the time you was done all we knew was what raging boners we had.  You was basically asking for it, the whole time.  Well, how you like crime now slut?”

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana said.  The fingers in her pussy plunged deep, driving her over the edge.  Her head fell back, quivering with pleasure.  “I love it!” she moaned, helplessly, as her body shook with yet another shameful orgasm.  “I love it!  I love it!”

“That right, bitch?” the black boy said.  He got his own finger into the mix, while to either side his two friends had their phones up, filming every word.  “You think crime pays, now?”

Ms. Americana’s sultry lips trembled in desperate denial.  But in the end she could deny him nothing.  “Yes!” she gasped.  Her head rolled back helplessly against the mirror, twisting with unwanted yet irresistible pleasure as he dominated her pussy.  “I… I believe it pays…” the Queen of Justice moaned, her buxom hips thrusting against his finger, her huge bare breasts sloshing violently before their leering eyes and cameras.  “Crime pays!  It pays!” she admitted, helplessly.  “Because… because… you’re making me SPENDDDD!!!”

And, as yet another furious, devastating, unwanted yet irresistible orgasm overtook her, Ms. Americana wiggled and squirmed helplessly, her bound body trembling against its cords, her defenseless violated pussy pulsing and squirting with moisture around the laughing boys’ all-conquering digits.

When her orgasm receded, Ms. Americana was left disoriented and exhausted.  She hung in her bonds, utterly defeated.  Seeing that she was done for, the boys chuckled.  One by one, they hauled out their big dicks and presented them to her.  Moaning softly but without any other resistance, and without the slightest prompting, the be-draggled super-heroine craned her gorgeous head down and slurped down each one in turn.  Her lips and tongue danced over them worshipfully, managing to get down only the first few inches but trying desperately to get more, and at the conclusion of each brief suck the mighty heroine, while gazing up into the sneering delinquent’s eyes, finished her service by delivering a light, lingering kiss to the very tip of his conquering criminal cock.

Finally, their huge cocks streaked and pock-marked with the red kiss-prints of Ms. Americana’s own lips, the snickering boys stashed their huge but exhausted tools back away.  Ms. Americana, bound helpless and spread-eagled before them, could only bite her lip and whimper softly, in helpless lust, to see them go.  Standing in a line before her, they took a few more pictures.  Then, stepping forward within the tiny booth to stand in front of his comrades, Python pulled open his jacket.

Ms. Americana gasped, her gorgeous tear-streaked eyes widening in shock.  From the inside of the boy’s jacket there hung her bikini:  her skimpy panties dangling down one side, flanked by a dozen dime bags of weed, her huge-cupped bra on the other, surrounded by stolen cell phones and watches.

“Here’s the deal, bitch,” the juvenile thug sneered down at the gaping, devastated super-heroine.  “We’re taking your costume as our trophy.  That way when the staff comes, they’ll think you’re just another rich bitch that slinks her big ass around the ghetto lookin’ to get nailed.”  He sneered.  “Trust me, bitch, you won’t be the first horny one-percenter slut they’ve had to peel out of here, after she came trolling around for some real men’s dicks.”

Reaching out, the thug grabbed a hold of her mask.  Ms. Americana gasped in pain as the mask was ripped from her face… but, save for squirming in a way that made her huge naked breasts slosh gloriously before them, there was nothing she could do to resist.  Soon, the mask joined her bra and panties amidst the looted trophies hanging beside other criminal paraphernalia from the inside of the boy’s jacket.

“Now, one more thing, bitch,” the boy said.  “We got lots of footage of you doing the nasty, in and out of the mask.” 

To either side, his grinning compatriots each held up a phone.  On one, a horrifying slide show of images showed Brenda Wade in bikini but no mask surrendering, sucking, and getting fucked.  On the other Ms. Americana’s masked face, gasping and shuddering with orgasm, admitted over and over through the phone’s tinny speakers, “Crime pays!  Crime pays!  Crime pays!”  Brenda’s horrified face slid back and forth from one to the other repeatedly, unable to decide which of the two would be more devastating to her if publically released.

“Plus,” the boy continued, “we had enough free time to do a web search on your ass…  Ms. Super-billionaire Brenda Wade!”  Grinning, the thug with the picture show ended it and brought up a web page showing a business profile of Brenda.  The confident heiress smirked out from the screen, standing smugly in a smart short-skirted suit, while beside her a list of astronomical figures nevertheless seriously under-estimated her immense personal and corporate assets.

“Sooo…” Python concluded.  “What is keeping all this shit off the web worth to you, rich super bitch?”

Brenda Wade gaped up at the dual, damning screens in horror.  Her heart thudded in desperation beneath her ample chest.  “Look,” she gasped.  Her buxom body, naked and bound, squirmed helplessly before them, fighting uselessly against its ropes.  “This… this is no condition for negotiation.  Let me call my accountant and…”

Without waiting for her to finish, Python darted a finger down and shoved it cruelly up Brenda’s helpless cunt.  “Negotiate with this, bitch,” he sneered, and jammed it in hard.

“Oh, Goddess!” Brenda moaned.  Her whole body quivered and shook under the invasion.  Her pussy, still drooling juices and cum, was far to sensitized and excited to resist him.  “Oh, Goddess!”  The phones had already flipped around, and the grinning boys eagerly resumed filming.  “Anything!” Brenda finally moaned.  “Anything you want!!!”

Grinning, the black boy withdrew his finger… then, turning his hand around, delivered a final hard, stinging, parting flick to Brenda’s helpless cunt.  The helpless super-snatch quivered, and vomited juices helplessly in response.

“We’ll hold you to that bitch,” he said.  Then, shrugging his bikini-containing jacket closed, he and his compatriots turned around.  Still bound naked behind them, Brenda gasped as she watched them strut out of the booth and leave her behind.  Snickering and exchanging triumphant high fives the boys strutted down the corridor, and were gone.

Brenda Wade was left alone, naked and helpless.  Her skirt and blouse lay strewn upon the floor between her bound spread legs, while her bra and panties had both vanished along with their snickering and victorious foes.  Cum leaked up out of her ravaged pussy in thick glops and streaming torrents, dribbling down her ass to pool upon the changing room bench, from where it in turn dripped in continuous twisting tendrils down onto her own discarded clothes.  The boys, not giving the slightest shit about what fate befell their dominated super-victim once they were gone, had left the curtain wide open.  The next person to come down the aisle was in for quite a surprise – pleasant or unpleasant, depending.

Outside, in the main store, she could faintly hear the sound of Sandra calling a fifteen minute warning… and knew that it would not be long before she came back to close up.  In the far distance she heard the jingling bell on the store door, and knew instinctively it was her three chortling juvenile conquerors making their escape… leaving her naked and alone to face the music.  Brenda breathed deep.  Butterflies fluttered through her belly as her exhausted body squirmed uselessly in its bonds.  She knew she would soon endure a completely humiliating discovery.  But even had she not been naked and bound, she would not have had the energy nor the will to resist her fate any longer.

Finally, she looked down at her pussy.  Rivers of semen vomited from it without ceasing, sliding up in thick globs from deep within her ravaged channel and then drooling down her outer gates to pool beneath her massive ass.  Within her flat, fertile belly, she knew, swirled all three boys potent cum.  From her intense horniness, she knew she was ovulating.  In a few hours, if it hadn’t happened already, one of them would impregnate her.  And given her unique super-physique, there was nothing she could do about it.

Hanging in her bonds, Brenda heaved a huge sigh and licked her cum-covered lips.  “Well,” she said, “looks like I found more than I bargained for… after all.”  Then, with a soft sigh, she spread her legs wide and waited helplessly for her inevitable discovery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUMMARY:  Ms. Americana gets ambushed in a store changing room by three juvenile thugs, who take pictures of her with her bikini exposed and no mask.  Once they upload the photos she has no choice but to do anything they want… even as a concerned clerk outside tries to ask her what’s wrong.  Each thug fucks her in each hole while they take creep-shots of other customers changing in adjacent stalls.  They finish by tying her up before the mirror and making her admit, on camera, that she loved it.  Taking her costume they leave Brenda naked and fucked-out for the staff to find, with the slim comfort they’ll think she’s a slutty ghetto-trawling rich girl instead of a super-heroine.