DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL,

BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana the creation of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

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MS AMERICANA: SUGGESTIONS

By Thom Gall

Brenda Wade was the celebrated, and very beloved, Guest of Honor at Delta

City’s annual NOW Charity Gala. As usual, she was being honored at the

black tie event for her more than generous donations during the past year.

The beautiful, raven-maned multi-millionaire philanthropist and feminist

provided more than half the annual budget for NOW in Delta City.

Brenda was dazzling in her sparkling diamonds, surrounding the sapphires

that brought out her beautiful blue eyes. The silky, body hugging Versace

gown was specially designed and made for her to show off her splendid body

in the most spectacular manner imaginable. Her boobs were pushed high and

firm beneath the strapless black gown, with a million dollar plus diamond

and sapphire necklace pouring its glittering jewels deep into her cleavage.

Her long, silky black hair was piled high atop her head, held in place by a

diamond and sapphire comb. A broach sporting a large sapphire surrounded by

diamonds was fastened between her 44DDs, drawing every eye to her glorious

bosom, as if she needed the help. Even her strappy black, stiletto sandals

were encrusted with diamonds and sapphires.

All totaled, Brenda wore three million in jewelry that night.

As usual, the night was a heady mixture of heartfelt thank-yous, and hungry

eyes following her every move. Normally, she dressed more subdued -- high

collared shirts and expensive suits and eyeglasses she didn’t need. She

was, after all, Delta City’s most important business women. She had to set

the standard high for young women everywhere. But this night was special, a

night to let her hair down and dazzle the masses.

After the formal, ten course feast, they held the awards ceremony. Brenda,

of course, was heaped with plaques and commendations from NOW and the

smaller women’s groups and organizations they funded with the money she gave

them. She graced them with dazzling smiles, and gushing thank yous,

complete with the standard, “I don’t need an award, I just want to help”

speech she gave each time.

The assembled feminists, and the emasculated men that catered and kow-towed

to them, ate it all up. They loved it, and more importantly, they loved

HER.

Well, not everyone enjoyed the night. The wait staff, entirely of young

men, cast frequent and dark glances at Ms Wade and her friends. There were

no women waiting the event, by orders of the organizers. The feminists felt

it only fitting that MEN served them obediently, since women generally

waited and served men. Divine justice, they thought.

The men didn’t appreciate it.

But they weren’t there JUST to wait on overzealous feminists and

millionaires.

“Everyone’s in position, Professor Hypnos,” Jason said, grinning evilly.

“All the guests are in their seats.”

The “head waiter,” Professor Harry Hypnos, stood just inside the hallway to

the restrooms with half a dozen of his men. He was a thin man of some five

feet eight inches, with a shiny bald head and thick glasses. Most

importantly, he was a full professor of psychotherapy, specializing in

hypnosis in treatment.

He held a small black remote control. It controlled the large projection

screen on the far wall, behind the podium. While everyone watched the

ceremony, he could flick it on -- and they would all be his to command.

“It’s time,” Professor Hypnos said. “Warn everyone.”

“Warn everyone about what?” a sweet female voice asked.

He turned to see the most gorgeous creature he’d ever laid eyes upon. The

haughty, unattainable Brenda Wade. Her beauty sucked the air from his

lungs, leaving him stunned and gawking at her glittering beauty. As so many

before had, his eyes were inexplicable drawn down, down to her magnificent

mammaries, holding up that black silk Versace, all firm and proud.

“Huh?”

“Is there a problem, waiter?” Brenda said, her perfect black brow arching

haughtily.

“Oh, Miss Wade…I….”

Brenda’s expression turned icy, her blue eyes flashed cold fire.

“I am not a ‘miss’ anything,” she said forcefully. “I am ‘Ms’ Brenda Wade.

And you WILL address me as such, waiter.”

Hypnos felt the blood drain from his face. She’d belittled him in front of

his men.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Brenda said, eyes narrowing. “What is the problem?”

“You,” he muttered.

“What did you say?”

“I said, behind you. Look behind you,” he said. When she glanced over her

shoulder, back into the ballroom, he lifted the remote and pushed the blue

button. “See the podium?”

Brenda’s big blue eyes turned to regard the podium. The large screen

behind it was suddenly starting to do a strange series of flashes and

shapes, drawing everyone’s attention. They were quite compelling,

fascinating in fact. When he judged the time right, Hypnos pushed a red

button.

“Oh!” Brenda cried.

She stiffened, then froze in place. Her eyes, like everyone else’s, were

locked on the screen.

Harry Hypnos stepped up beside Brenda and said, “You are feeling very

sleepy. Very sleepy.”

Her eyes fluttered.

“So sleepy,” he said, and her fluttered eyes shut. “There. Okay, from now

on MS Wade, when you hear anyone say the word MS you will become extremely

horny. Overwhelmingly sex hungry. Uncontrollably sex starved. And you

will have to have satisfaction, immediately and with anyone available,

whether man or woman.” His men snickered behind him, encouraging him

further. “Indeed, every time you hear the word MS you will become even more

and more horny. You will do anything, with anyone. And you will enjoy it

with all your heart and soul.” He flashed a grin at his men. “Understand?”

“Yes, I will become sex starved and horny,” she whispered as Hypnos started

removing her jewelry, starting with that million dollar plus necklace.

“Insatiable.”

“You will eagerly do it with anyone.”

“Do it with anyone,” she repeated as he pulled the jewel encrusted comb

from her hair, and watched that glorious mane tumble down her shoulders and

back.

“Anywhere,” he said, removing her diamond and sapphire bracelet.

“Anywhere.”

“Any sex act requested,” he said and removed the broach. “You will not

deny your lover or lovers any erotic pleasure.”

“Any act requested,” she said. “I will not deny my lover anything.”

“And afterwards, when it is all said and done, you will go straight home

and go to sleep,” Hypnos said. He removed her half-million dollar earrings.

“I will go home and go to sleep.”

Hypnos reached behind Brenda, and seized the zipper to her obscenely

expensive gown. They hadn’t planned on doing anything like this, but…

Zzzziiipppppppp!

The black silk floated to the floor, pooling around her stiletto-heeled

feet. He had her step out of the gown, and tossed it in a bag of loot too.

They would get a pretty penny for that as well. And that left Brenda

dressed in nothing but pushup bra, black lace garter belt, black hose and

lacy black bikini panties. And of course, those two-hundred thousand dollar

diamond and sapphire encrusted stiletto sandals he wanted.

“Give me you shoes, Rich Bitch,” Hypnos said. “And make it sexy.”

Brenda smiled sultrily, and slowly, sensually removed her diamond and

sapphire studded sandals. Hypnos watched with a lust filled face as her

exquisitely manicured hands unbuckled and slipped off her shoes. He judged

it too fast, but he really didn’t have the luxury of time needed to make her

do it again.

“Professor, we got it all,” Eddie Masters said. He held up a full sack of

stolen jewelry, purses, and billfolds. “We’ve got to go.”

Hypnos gave Brenda’s 44DDs a firm squeeze, and then patted her pussy

through the lacy bikini panties. It would’ve been so good to spend more

time with her, to bend her over a chair and fuck the shit out of her haughty

ass. But there was an army of press and paparazzi out front, and anyone

could come in at any moment. They had to be long gone before anyone

discovered what had happened.

“Come with me, Rich Bitch,” Hypnos said, taking her by the hand.

Brenda was led back to her chair and left standing.

“Wake up,” Hypnos’ voice said over the loudspeakers moments later as the

hypnotic images vanished from the screen before them.

Brenda Wade’s eyes fluttered open. There was a moment of disorientation.

Everyone around her looked dazed and confused. Many reached for glasses of

wine or water. Strangely, she was standing beside her chair again, but the

last thing she remembered was confronting the head waiter near the women’s

room. Then it registered that her gown was gone.

“My clothes!” she cried. Her hand immediately went to cover her breasts,

then she noticed something else. “My jewelry!”

An elderly widower named Jonathan Everly sitting at the table with Beverly

Angels, his young, shapely “niece,” stood with a look of shock. Of course,

his eyes were glued to her mountainous breasts barely contained within the

lacy environs of her skimpy bra. Jonathan was an old rival of the Wade

family, both in business and philanthropy.

“Ms Wade, what happened?” Jonathan said.

“Oh.”

It hit her like a brick between the eyes. Brenda staggered back a step, a

painful lump in her slender throat. She felt dizzy as intense heat rushed

through her body. Her nipples suddenly grew hard and sensitive, and she

felt her pussy tingle and grow moist.

“Oh, Jonathan,” she said breathily. Her delicate pink tongue darted out to

moisten her shimmering red lips. While her beautiful hands reached up and

cupped her tits through the bra. “Is it hot in here?”

“Hot, Ms Wade?” Jonathan said, frozen in place and gawking.

Brenda’s eyes flashed lustily. Suddenly, intense, animal hunger claimed

her perfect face. The richest, most famous, most powerful woman in Delta

City grabbed the seventy-three year old industrialist by the collar and

pulled him in for a demanding, lingering kiss. Her heady perfume washed

over him, drowning him in her need and lust.

“I-I don’t under…Are you all right, Ms Wade?” he said once she broke the

kiss.

“OH!” she cried, a wave of erotic heat washing over her body. Her panties

were sopping wet now, and she felt her own juices starting to dribble down

her inner thighs. “You’re driving me crazy. Take me!”

Brenda stole his whole attention when she reached back and unfastened her

bra. A second later her massive 44DDs dropped and bounced enticingly before

his gawking eyes. Then she reached down and ripped off the black lace

panties.

“See anything you like?” she teased. He nodded enthusiastically. She

cupped her tits and stepped closer, pressing up against him. “Bon appetit!”

“Hey!” his “niece” Beverly said. The beautiful blonde gold-digger was

livid. “Get your own sugar daddy, bitch.”

Brenda didn’t care that every eye in the auditorium was on her and

Jonathan. All she cared about was getting his cock inside her pussy.

Nothing else matter. She needed satisfaction, BAD.

“Quit playing hard to get, Mr. Everly,” Brenda said, unzipping him, then

starting to unbuckle his belt. “I’ve noticed the way you looked at me since

I was a young teen. You WANT me as badly as I want you. So take me, sugar

daddy.”

Beverly screamed in frustration and rage.

“You asked for it,” he said, squeezing her silky soft, perfumed tits. Then

he buried his face in their satiny depths as she guided his rock hard cock

straight into her throbbing cunt. He slid into her sopping vagina all the

way to the hilt in the first stroke. “Oh, yes!”

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” she cooed. Nothing in her life had ever felt as wonderful

as Jonathan’s cock sliding deep inside her. Then he started pumping in and

out, driving her wild. “Ooooooooooo, baby.”

“Someone stop her!” Beverly cried. “She’s stealing my boyfriend.”

“Someone stole my necklace!” a woman screamed.

“And mine!” another answered

“My jewelry!” Beverly cried. “Nooooooooo!”

All hell broke loose. Through it all, though, neither Brenda nor Jonathan

lost their focus. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good. Nothing had

ever been more important to do. She loved the feel of his liver-spotted

hands all over her tits, and the sight of his red, age-ravaged face

straining above her as he rammed his cock into her over and over, faster and

faster.

“Oh, baby!” she cried as that heady tingle transformed into an

irrepressible wave of heat and need and pleasure, and finally turned into

that undeniable rush to ultimate pleasure. “Great Liberty, yes! Yes! Oh,

yyyeesssssssssss!”

The orgasm washed over her, then washed over her again when Old Man Everly

finally thrust hard and held it, spewing great globs of jizm. She took a

big breath of ultimate satisfaction, suddenly filled with a desire to go

home and go to bed. So tired. So sleepy.

Turning her head, she spotted a great mass of strangers that had invaded

their little party. It only took a second to realize they were members of

the press. Taking pictures. Shooting video. And, strangely, she seemed to

be the main center of focus.

# # #

Ms Americana stood in the auditorium the next afternoon. Her red-gloved

fists were clenched tightly on her well rounded hips as she stood with red

booted feet shoulder width apart. Bright blue eyes flashed, and butterflies

rioted in her belly, as she regarded the table where the singularly

disgusting Old Man Everly banged her royally as the press video taped and

took still pictures. Most of those pictures and videos were already

spreading across the internet porn sites.

“Why did I kneel before him and lick clean his…Ugh!” she said. “AFTER I

saw the press and their horrible, horrible cameras, too.”

That wasn’t the end of it. The event organizers realized she was terribly

traumatized by the evil device, so quickly ushered into her limo.

Unfortunately, her driver wasn’t so conscientious. She woke up next to him

that next morning, and promptly fired him for taking advantage of her. And,

of course, he immediately hired a lawyer and held a press conference,

telling EVERYTHING.

“My humiliation is complete,” she growled, eyes narrowing behind her blue,

star-spangled mask. Her golden tiara sat majestically above it. While her

legendary 44DDs were sheathed in red, white and blue star-spangled and

stripped bikini top, with matching bikini bottoms. “Professor Hypnos will

pay dearly for that deed.”

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she adjusted the fit of the shiny, golden

power belt. She could feel the power radiating throughout her shapely body

from it -- the power that bestowed her with super strength and endurance.

Most of the previous night was still a fog to her. Whatever Hypnos did to

her, and everyone else, it was insidious. She glanced briefly at the screen

behind the podium, still wary of looking too long lest it begin flashing and

“capture” her again. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

She smiled grimly. Brenda Wade might be captured and violated, but as Ms

Americana she would never allow that to happen. After all, she was a

superior woman. No mere man would ever defeat her. And, very soon, she

would teach Professor Hypnos a brutal lesson in respect.

“He thinks he is so smart,” she said, glancing at the doors into the

kitchen and smiled. “But he’s no match for a superior woman, much less the

Queen of Justice.”

She knew where to find him. There was another gala across town that night.

The Annual Crystal Ball. The filthy rich of Delta City would be on hand

at the biggest social and charity event of the year, benefiting Delta City

Arts. Brenda Wade, fresh from her humiliating ordeal of the night before,

wouldn’t be expected to attend, thus leaving Ms Americana available to

“guard” the event. Secretly, of course.

“Professor Hypnos won’t know what hit him,” she said, smiling confidently.

# # #

The Crystal Ball was held in the luxurious Jameson Mansion. The sprawling

colonial mansion was the property of Delta City, and host of most of the

more lavish events held in the city. It had the largest ballroom in the

city, with another seventy-four antique filled rooms as well.

The thirty-five acre grounds were well lit, with spotlights shining

brightly into the heavens. Long lines of limos slowly cruised up to the

front entrance, disgorging their filthy rich, and fabulously attired

occupants. The press and general public were held at bay outside the

wrought iron gates and fence.

Ms Americana stayed hidden deep within the mansion, until well after the

guests began arriving. She had already checked out the wait staff,

secretly, and learned to her disappointment they were not the men she

sought. But she was sure Professor Hypnos and his band of miscreants would

be there, so she stayed hidden so she didn’t spook them. The Queen of

Justice had plans for Professor Hypnos and his lackeys.

The Crystal Ball “officially” began at 9 P.M., so at one minute after she

left her observation post in a darkened window above the entrance. It had

pleased her to see everyone so splendidly decked out in diamonds, rubies,

emeralds, and other priceless jewels. They showed no fear of robbery so

soon after Professor Hypnos’ successful robbery the previous night. It made

her proud.

Leaving the dark bedroom, Ms Americana strode purposely down the ornately

appointed second floor hallway. Halfway to the stairs a burly security

guard rounded a corner ahead of her and headed her way. She looked the big

black man over critically, determining how much help he would be if it

turned ugly later. He looked like he could take care of himself.

“Be alert, Officer Branson,” she said in her most commanding voice. She

knew him, since he was on staff at the Jameson Mansion. He was a little

excitable, usually overreacted to any stressful situation, but was strong as

an ox and feared no man. Not the brightest man in the world, but someone

she could manage. “I expect Professor Hypnos will try to rob our

illustrious guests this evening. I’ll be counting on you to back me up.”

His powerful chest puffed out a bit, and he nodded. Of course, his fierce

brown eyes immediately dropped to her magnificent 44DDs. As usual. <Pig,>

she thought. <One day your audacity will be too much, and I’ll have to have

you terminated.>

“Will do, Ms Americana,” he said.

“Oh!” Ms Americana yelped as her breathing became difficult and erotic heat

washed over her.

She froze in place, one hand to her dizzy temple and the other clutching at

her chest. Her heart hammered and she struggled to breathe normally.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced up and looked the confused security guard

in the eyes. Deep, animal lust and hunger flared up deep within.

“Are you alright, Ms Americana?”

Soul numbing heat rushed through her body. She sucked in air raggedly, and

raked his superb body from head to toe with lusty blue eyes. Then her eyes

locked on the bulge in his groin.

A burst of laughter downstairs caught her attention, demanding she gain

control of herself. But he stepped up close to her, concern in his dark

brown eyes. She licked her full red lips and pressed up against him. Even

in her tall stilettos she had to look up into his eyes.

“Are you trying….I mean, do you want…,” Officer Branson said hesitantly,

both excited by the prospect, and wary at the same time. This couldn’t be

happening. “I mean, the guests are all here, and all.”

“They can wait, Branson,” she said hoarsely. She reached down and seized

his semi-erect cock through his dark blue slacks. Then she stroked it. “I

can’t.”

“Oh, shit, I’m going to get fired for this, for sure,” Branson said,

wrapping his thick arms around Ms Americana. “But…hot damn!”

He kissed her. Hard. Hungrily.

Ziiipppppp!

Ms Americana had his ten inch cock out before he knew it. She immediately

dropped to her knees before him and took the thick member in hand. The

musky scent roused her further, then she pressed her full lips to the

rubbery head.

“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned as her lips parted and he slowly thrust forward.

His monster cock filled her mouth to the extreme. And it steadily grew

thicker and harder as his excitement grew.

“Oh, yes, Ms Americana,” Branson said. “You’re the best, Ms A.”

Every time he said “Ms” she groaned, for another wave of heat and need and

animal hunger smashed into her helpless libido and overheated body. So she

attacked his cock with wild abandon, barely able think in her passion.

“I always knew you wanted me,” Branson said with a strained voice.

“Oh…yes. You give the best head, Ms A.”

“Great Liberty!” she cried. She reached up and ripped off her bikini top,

releasing her heavy tits. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Mother fucker,” he said, his eyes all but bugging out at the sight before

him.

“Take me,” Ms Americana growled, demanded. “I’ll do anything you ask, just

fuck me, Branson. Fuck me long and hard.”

Branson paused when another chorus of laughter and music drifted up to

them.

“We need to take this to one of the bedroom, Ms A,” he said, looking around

warily, afraid someone would show up and prematurely end his greatest night

of passion ever. “I know just the room.”

Ms Americana’s hand was seized, and she was jerked to her feet. Then

Branson all but ran her to the third floor bedroom that was off by itself.

Within seconds, her bikini bottoms were pulled off and tossed aside. She

helped pull off his uniform. Then he pushed her onto the bed and climbed on

top.

“Uuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh,” Ms Americana groaned as the well hung security

guard mounted hastily. “Ooo, you’re a big one.” He pushed hard, forcing

himself halfway in before she was ready. “Aaaiiiieeeee….Ooooo……..harder.”

He pulled back and slammed it home, penetrating another two inches. “Oh!

Yes!”

Soon, Ms Americana was clutching the brass headboard, back arched, and legs

spread wide, while Branson moaned and groaned, riding her like there was no

tomorrow. The bed creaked and groaned, and the sexy super heroine gasped

and panted, enjoying herself immensely

Meanwhile, two floors below, the five hundred guests attending the Crystal

Ball all stood absolutely motionless, staring dumbly at the hypnotic sight

before them on the projection screen that somehow descended from the ceiling

behind the band. Black clad and masked men moved between them, quickly and

efficiently stripping them of their jewelry, billfolds and purses

An hour later, after a dozen orgasms, police burst in on Ms Americana and

Officer Branson while searching the premise for clues. She offered no

apologies or excuses, just dressed and went in search of her top, left on

the second floor earlier. After the twenty minute search, and being forced

to speak topless to over two dozen cops who couldn’t take their eyes off her

tits, she finally found her top and departed. She was sooooo tired, and

went straight home and to bed.

# # #

Brenda lay in bed, hot and sweaty. The Latina chambermaid Esmeralda’s head

lay on her belly, her shapely body sprawled out between Brenda’s wide spread

legs. Angie, the hot redheaded maid snuggled up on Brenda’s left, while a

young man she didn’t know snuggled up on her right.

“What happened?” she muttered, still a little breathless. It was almost

noon, and she’d spent most of the night fucking. And she didn’t know why.

“What’s wrong with me? I got fucked once, by that disgusting Jonathan

Everly, and now I can’t get enough.”

If she kept this up, she’d never have any pent up sexual frustrations to

fuel her power belt. But why was she so insatiable, and even sexually

demanding? All Esmeralda said was “Good evening, Ms Wade,” and she all but

attacked her. Angie and the young stud walked in on them, and accepted her

offer to join in. Rather eagerly, too.

The only thing she could figure, it was all due to the police walking in on

her and Branson before she was sexually satisfied. It sounded beyond stupid

to her, but it was the only explanation she could fathom. Except, maybe,

she’d denied her body sexual gratification far too long, and her body was

rebelling and demanding sex at every available opportunity.

“Or, I’ve lost my mind,” she said.

# # #

Ms Americana glared at the old Victoria mansion near the university. She

had traced Professor Hypnos to that house. She was just waiting for

everyone to arrive. Once they were all there, she’d go in and captured

them.

“About time, too,” she muttered, disgusted with herself.

A month had passed since her first encounter with Professor Hypnos. Most

of that was just a haze to her. A sex filled daze. All she knew for sure

was, as Brenda she’d slept with every single member of her Board of

Directors, including both women. At least twice she’d been passed around

the board room, and was left spent and sleeping in the middle of the table

afterwards. She’d seduced mail clerks, secretaries, gas station attendants,

a bus boy, two stewardesses, her entire household staff (several times over

each), been passed around by at least two street gangs, and even fucked a

dozen different cops. Indeed, every time she was pulled over it ended in

sex. And the police knew it.

“I think they are waiting in ambush for me now,” she thought. “Pigs.”

And that was JUST as Brenda Wade.

As Ms Americana, she’d seduced and been fucked stupid by numerous security

guards, three burglars, Azure Angel, Got Gal and Got Chick together, and

Commission Borden. And after fucking three cops she was afraid they were on

to her sexual overwhelming hunger as well. How long before they put two and

two together and realized Brenda Wade and Ms Americana were on and the same?

“And this is the closest I’ve gotten to Professor Hypnos to date,” she

said. “He did something to me. Put some kind of sex suggestion on me.”

The last of the Hypnos Gang arrived and entered the house.

“Party time,” she said, stepping out of her car.

It was late night. No one was in sight in any direction. She liked it

that way. No people meant no sex. And she was so bone weary from all the

sex.

Marching boldly up to the house, she turned the knob on the front door and

pushed. It opened. She was only half surprised. Smiling confidently, she

strode in.

<Boy, will they be surprised to see me,> she thought with growing pleasure.

She was sure they didn’t ever expect to see her.

The house was well lit, but no one was to be seen or heard. Ms Americana

walked in brazenly. She heard the very pleased sounding men in the back, so

headed straight through the house towards them. The only sound was her

sharp stilettos on the hardwood floors echoing loudly. She heard their

voices slowly die down, and smiled to know she was striking fear into their

putrid hearts.

“Who’s there?” someone called.

“Justice,” Ms Americana said.

She rounded a corner and found them lounging in the den off the back of the

house. As one, they just gawked at her slack-jawed. She spotted dread and

defeat in their faces. One and all, they were too stunned to speak.

Ms Americana smiled darkly. <I knew this would be easy.>

She marched straight into the den. The vile robbers’ eyes all gravitated

to her jiggling 44DDs as she walked in. Then she struck her patented super

heroine pose and leveled baleful blue eyes on them.

“I suggest you surrender easily,” she said arrogantly. “I’m in no mood to

play around tonight, and I won’t be responsible if someone gets hurt if you

chose to fight me.”

“I….but…,” Professor Hypnos stammered. “But we are innocent -- “

“Innocent! Ha!” she said. Then she leveled fierce, angry eyes on them.

“A judge will decide your innocence. But if I have my way, your fate will

be to spend the rest of your lives in prison.”

“I don’t think so, Ms Americana,” Professor Hypnos said.

“Oh!”

Ms Americana staggered back a step. Both red gloved hands rose up to

quickly squeeze her massive mammaries, then she ran her long, delicate

fingers up into her magnificent black mane. She swallowed hard, trying in

vain to gain control of her hammering heart and raging libido.

<This is not the time!> she thought desperately. She glanced around

desperately. The faces surrounding her looked confused.

“I….I order you to surrender,” she said. It was so hard to control

herself.

“Are you alright, Ms Americana?” one of the henchmen said.

She lost it. Ms Americana fought the urges, the titanic NEED erupting

within her belly. She fell to her knees, hands clutching her tits,

squeezing, caressing.

“No, I’m here….here to arrest you,” she gasped out. “I will not surrender.

I will not…submit to….to your vile touch.”

“What’s she babbling about?”

“I think Ms Americana is having a nervous breakdown or something,” another

said, and by saying “Ms” effectively sledge-hammered the last of her

defenses down.

“Great Liberty,” she gasped. Then on hands and knees, she looked up and

locked eyes with Professor Hypnos. “I will do anything you ask, just fuck

me. Please, I need so badly. So badly.”

Ms Americana started crawling on all fours toward the professor. She

watched him swallow hard, and then noticed the bulge growing in his groin.

She smiled wantonly. The lust crazed super heroine barely noticed the other

men crowding in close, leaving only a path between them to Professor Hypnos.

But she felt their hands, reaching out and caressing her satiny smooth

hiney and silky black hair. One was even so bold as to caress her twat

through the red, white, and blue bikini bottom as she crawled by.

“Are you really Ms Americana?” Hypnos asked, incredulous. She gasped and

groaned, then rose up on her knees before him. “The legendary Queen of

Justice?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his

erect cock. “It’s beautiful.”

Ms Americana’s shimmering red lips parted and her hot, pink tongue eased

out. The tip of her tongue gently licked the tip of his dick, making Hypnos

jump and shudder. She smiled and licked his cock from the bottom base, to

the tip, then opened wide and swallowed half in the first gulp.

“Mmmmmm,” she said. It tasted so good. And the urine smell emanating from

it drove her mad with hunger and desire. He smelled like her butler. But

he tasted better. “Ummmmmm.”

SLURP!

“Damn! Look at her go!”

“Ms Americana is Queen of BJs!”

She groaned low in her throat as another wave of erotic heat smashed into

her. Her whole body was a-tingle. Her head began bobbing even faster.

Hypnos gasped. She grasped his rump and squeezed. Then she felt hands

fumbling with her top, and the next second it fell away.

Still sucking, she began caressing and squeezing her own tits. Ms

Americana pulled on her nipples, then rolled them between her fingers. It

all felt so wonderful.

Suddenly, Ms Americana felt Hypnos’ cock swell and stiffen within her

mouth. He started fucking her mouth more frantically, so she sucked harder

and very quickly took him over the edge.

“Yes! I’m cumming inside Ms Americana’s mouth!” he cried. “Suck it all

down, bitch. Swallow it all.”

“Mmmm, mmmmm,” she said, between gulps. Then…SLURP! “Delicious.”

As she licked him clean, one of the henchmen knelt behind her and reached

around. He grabbed her 44DDs in both hands and squeezed. Then when she

finished cleaning Hypnos, he pulled her back and forced her to the floor.

Lying on her back, she hooked both thumbs through her bikini bottoms and

pulled them down.

“Good Girl, Ms A,” the henchman said, eyes alight with wicked glee.

“Oh, baby!” she cried as another wave of fire hot lust washed over her.

“Take me! Oh, Liberty, take me long and hard.”

He forced her legs impossibly wide, then knelt between them. Her red

gloved hands dropped down her shapely body to her twat. She rubbed both

hands all around her sopping wet pussy a long moment, then one hand spread

open the lips of her labia, while the other went straight in to her clitoris

and began rubbing.

“Oooooooooo.”

“The bitch can’t even wait for me,” the henchman said.

The others laughed as he pushed her hands way and buried his face in her

love mound. His tongue danced across her hypersensitive pussy lips, while

his fingers held her slit open and exposed. Ms Americana groaned and

writhed beneath him, but was careful not to break contact with his lips and

tongue. Then he finally worked his way up to her clit.

“Oooooooo, ahhhhhhhhhh,” she said. “Oh, baby, you’re the king.”

“Do you like that Ms -- ” Hypnos started to say.

“Oh, God, yes,” Ms Americana said, her back arching as a powerful orgasm

ripped through her shapely body. It happened so suddenly even she wasn’t

prepared for it. “YES! Do it again!”

“Ms -- “

“YES!” she cried, cumming again.

Professor Hypnos stared at her incredulously. Why did she react so

intensely whenever he said her name? Indeed, just saying “Ms” seemed to be

enough.

“Americana,” he said. No reaction, other than the usual panting she was

giving due to her lover’s efforts. So he said, “Ms.”

“OH!” she cried, back arching again. “Oh, yes!”

“Ms,” he said.

“OH! YES!” she cried, climaxing again.

“My lord, can it be?” Hypnos said, kneeling beside her head. He reached

down and seized the edge of her mask. Hypnos pulled, the double sided tape

resisted, but quickly gave. “Brenda Wade, it is you!”

Hoots and catcalls filled the room as the henchmen realized what happened.

Ms Americana didn’t care, not as long as someone kept licking her clit like

that.

“Time to take this relationship to the next level, Ms Ameri-Brenda," the

henchman said, and moved up her body. He pulled out his cock and pressed

the head against her cunt. “Ready or not, here it comes, bitch.”

“Uuuhhhggghhhhh,” she groaned as his stiff member pushed in, spreading her

apart delightfully. “Finally.”

Her back arched and her hands clutched at him desperately as he rammed

himself in and out, in and out. She gasped and cried out, and soon was

panting and kicking. It felt so good. So right. So natural.

“Man, this bitch was born to fuck,” Hypnos said. “What a waste of a woman

she is as Brenda Wade and Ms Americana.”

“Oh!” Ms Americana cried out, as another wave of lust bowled her over, and

took her over the edge again.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The climax made her belly quiver and her twat muscles ripple and spasm.

The henchman gasped and suddenly stiffened, releasing his jizm deep inside

the hapless heroine. Ms Americana felt him release, and started to cum

again herself.

“She’s a fucking fuck machine.”

“Yes I am,” she said breathlessly as the spend henchman crawled off her.

“Who is next?”

The men started to fight over who went next. Soon Hypnos had to wade in

and sort it all out. His solution, divide them up in groups of three. One

man laid down. Ms Americana was lifted up and forced to straddle his waist,

impaled upon his erect cock. Then a second man came up behind her, and

mounted her asshole. Finally, a lucky third man stood in front of her,

inserting his cock into her eager mouth.

To all of their surprise and delight, Ms Americana enjoyed the “foursomes”

even more then they did. She willingly took on all four groups of three

men, and then the men all found a place on a couch or chair around the den.

“Dance for us, Ms Brenda Wade,” Professor Hypnos commanded. With a remote,

he turned on the stereo. Pounding rock music filled the room. “Dance.”

Ms Americana looked around the room at all the expectant, joyful faces.

She understood at that moment that she was lost. Professor Hypnos and his

gang of filthy miscreants knew her secret ID. They effectively owned her.

She had no choice but to obey.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“We’re going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more,” Hypnos said,

grinning evilly. “Then we’re going to fuck you ten times more.”

“Dance, MS Ameri-whore,” one of the henchmen ordered firmly.

“Oh,” she said, staggering. “So weak. Please, I have needs.”

“Damn, she’s still horny.”

“She’s a fucking whore.”

“We ought to pimp her off and make some money.”

“Yeah.”

“Ms, Dance,” Hypnos commanded.

“Ouugghhh! Great Liberty, they are driving me crazy,” she said, but

stepped shakily to the center of the den.

Ms Americana started to gyrate to the music. Within moments she was lost

in the music, the dance becoming a sort of sex act for her. She writhed and

strutted, wiggled and giggled before the aroused, fierce-eyed men. Then

after dancing through two songs, she began a lap dance for Professor Hypnos.

Since he was completely naked, and she only wore her boots, belt, gloves

and tiara, it quickly evolved into sex.

Then she danced to the next robber. And the next. And the next. Around

and around the room, until no one could get it up any more. She had sex

every way imaginable -- anal, oral, titty fuck, doggie, missionary. Ms

Americana did it all, over and over again.

“Alright, everyone look the other way,” Professor Hypnos said late the next

evening.

The men all turned to face away from the TV. Hypnos turned Ms Americana

towards the TV and lifted a remote. He pushed the button.

“Huh?” she said, transfixed by the hypnotic images.

“You are getting sleepy. Very sleepy,” he said soothingly. She

instinctively trusted his voice, believed him. Her eyes began to become

heavy. “Go to sleep, now.”

Ms Americana’s eyes fluttered, then closed. She was once again in a deep

trance.

“Ms Americana, a.k.a. Brenda Wade,” Hypnos said. “You are still one horny,

sex-crazed bitch. You can’t get enough. You will do anything for more

sex.”

“I want more sex,” she whispered. “Do anything for it.”

“Yes. Good girl,” he said. “And, most importantly, you will obey any man

that tells, or even asks, you to do anything.”

“I will obey all men,” she said.

With that, the professor turned off the TV. He signaled and one of his

henchmen went to fetch a brown, glass bottle and a thick cotton cloth. Once

he had drenched the cloth in chloroform, and positioned himself behind her,

Professor Hypnos spoke again.

“Wake up, Ms Americana.”

“Oh, where am I?”

Before she could get oriented, the chloroform drenched cloth was pressed

over her mouth and nose. Hypnos watched with a big smile as two of his men

held her while he chloroformed her into unconsciousness. There was never a

sexier, more arousing sight than her weak, pathetic struggles, or of her

look of utter horror when she realized she was truly defeated.

“Oh, yeah,” Hypnos sighed as her baby blues fluttered and started to roll

up into her head. Her gloved hands were weakly clutching at nothing. Her

knees buckled. And, finally, she was out cold. “This is almost as good as

sex.”

“That was fun,” one of the men said.

“You think that was fun, wait until we get paid when we sell her to that

white slaver I spoke with last week,” Hypnos said, eyes afire. “Okay, boys,

box her up. Toss her costume in as well. The buyer will be here within the

hour.”

THE END