Nightmare
Witch and Ms. Americana in
A MILE IN HER
SHOES
by corvus
corvus8888@outlook.com
This story is
inspired by the plot of Mr. X’s 3D comic “Mirror, Mirror” and can be thought of
as a non-canon alternate fan take on the same premise. Nightmare Witch, Ms.
Americana, and Vegan are all property of Mr. X
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PART ONE:
AMERICANA
CAPTURED BY NIGHTMARE WITCH!
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Brenda Wade
awoke with a start. Her memory was fuzzy, but soon she began to recall what had
happened.
I was
fighting Vegan… I had him when something struck me from behind...
She opened
her eyes and looked around. She was in a dimly lit room, empty except for a
small round table that had her power belt on it next a full length standing mirror. Both were on the opposite side of
the room near a single wooden door that
was the room’s only obvious entrance. There were no windows and the only other
opening was a closed trapdoor at in the floor just before her feet. As she
looked down she realized she was chained spread-eagle to an X-shaped
scaffolding, She briefly struggled against her bonds before realizing they were
good and tight.
Well, I guess
its the usual bondage situation.
At least they left me my costume for once and if I can get free I can
even get my Power Belt back! But who knocked me out and what do they have in
store for me?
As she
pondered the situation the door opened and Americana was surprised to hear her
own voice greet her.with a cackling laugh
“Well, well
Americana! I see you’ve woken up just in time. I hope you find the
accommodations to your liking!”
“Nightmare
Witch! You thieving Tramp!” Americana replied.” I should have known you’d be
the only one able to mastermind a plot with so many villians! But why would you
go so much trouble just to capture me?”
Nightmare
Which laughed again.
“Haha, guilty
as charged Ameri-slut! And as for why you, well, as you pointed out I have been
doing a lot of thieving lately and the best of what I’ve taken has undeniably
come from *you*.”
As she spoke
she unclasped the brooch on her cape and slid it off her curvaceous frame onto
the floor.
“Lets see,
there’s these fantastic breasts, the envy of every woman in town”
To accentuate
her point, Nightmare Witch slid her thumbs under the straps of her black single
piece and pulled them apart, allowing her enormous full breasts to spring free,
jiggling and shimmying in the dim light.
“Then there’s
this flat stomach and these sensuous hips…”
An additional
tug of her thumbs and a pert shake of Nightmare Witch’s ass sent the rest of
the getup sliding down her legs to crumple on the ground, revealing a dark,
perfectly trimmed V above her pubis.
“And these perfect
thighs and long legs… so perfectly toned yet so supple and alluring...”
She leaned
over and unzipped the zippers on her red boots. As she rose back up she grabbed
her outfit and cape and tossed them nonchalantly across the room to land on the
table next to Americana’s power belt. Then with a dramatic flair kicked up each
leg, sending the boots across the room to join them.
“And who can
forget the beautiful hands? Before my fingers ached with the casting of every
spell, but now my weavings are a sensual delight…”
With the
precision of a spell she worked her fingers, gently tugging off one glove then
the other and tossing them with the rest of her garments.
“And last but
not least this beautiful face, these lips, the proud cheeks… this luxurious
hair”
She removed
the pins from her bun and shook her head, freeing her dark hair and sending it
cascading down her back. Putting her hands behind her head she thrust her chest
forward and stretched, displaying her incredible nude body in the light of the
lamp.
“Yes, it was
an amazing haul indeed, all the beauty, strength and vitality of the great Ms.
Americana. Or should I say, of BRENDA WADE?”
Americana
shuddered as the Witch laughed. Sh had been afraid f this since she had heard
someone was prying into Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana.
“I don’t know
what crazy ideas you’ve come up with in that exhibitionist mind of yours but
Brenda Wade and I…”
“Are the same
person? Yes I know deary, and that's why you’re here because that means there’s
so much more to take from you”
Nightmare
Witch waved her hand and a red ball gag appeared in Americana’s mouth. She then
stepped towards the scaffolding and with a solid tug pulled Americana’s bikini
top from her body. As Americana’s enormous breasts sprang free, Nightmare Witch
tossed it onto the table.
”There’s your
vast fortune of course, there’s no telling the kind of evil schemes I could
fund with those.”
Two quick
tugs freed Americana’s boots and the bikini bottoms were easily separated from
her after one of the side strings was cut. As Nightmare Witch threw them over
her shoulder with one hand she used the fingers of her other to trace
Americana’s star shaped pubic hair.
Even her
sluttiness is patriotic. Nightmare Witch thought to herself.
Should I have shaved my mound to match?. Oh well, its one of the few spots
this tramp’s costume does cover so it shouldn’t matter.
“And while my
superior magic means I have little use for Wade industries’ technology, it’ll
make for good trading material with the good Doctor’s Pervo and Armageddon, and
I can use the company worldwide connections to help acquire certain hard to
find materials.. before I run it into the ground that is.”
Americana
winced at the thought of her family’s company being torn apart from within.
Meanwhile Nightmare Witch tugged off Americana’s gloves. As she leaned over to
grab them her gaze drifted down to take in the site of her and Americana’s amazing
breasts pressed against each other. Her breasts couldn’t have become a little
bigger than mine since the ceremony could they? As a result of more milkings
she’s had since…
Without
realizing it she licked her lips at the thought of their globes being
forcefully drained.
Maybe I
should have summoned a few demons and let them have their fill with me a few
times. I wouldn’t want this bitch pulling ahead of me in anything… I wonder
which of us could lactate more…
She shook her
head, dismissing the thoughts and the warmness that had begun to grow between
her legs. This Aphrodite body.. it keeps warping my mind with these desires.
She finished removing the gloves and and snatched the Tiara as well. After
adding them to the pile next to the table, she turned back to her bound
captive.
“Above all
though the most fun is going to come from taking your reputation, your very
identity, and shoving it into the mud. Soon the people of Delta City will curse
Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana”.
With that
Nightmare Witch plucked the mask off Brenda’s face and held it between two of
her fingers. She stood close to Brenda’s now-naked figure and mulled over the
sight of their bodies.
She smiled.
“We really
are like mirror images of each other aren’t we Brenda…” she flicked her hand
up, the two fingers holding the mask in front of her eyes. “But the reflection
is about to get a lot darker my dear.”
Cackling, she
lowered the mask and strode across the room to the table where the two women’s
clothes were piled. As she donned Americana’s boots and re-tied the panties she
turned back to her nude, struggling captive, her still unbound breasts
jiggling.
“Oh, don’t
feel so bad deary! I figured the least I could do after taking everything you
have was spare you the ordeal of witnessing the ruining of your reputation. So
I’ve arranged for some entertainment for you while I’m out and about
masquerading as you.”
She
pointed her finger at the trapdoor at
Americana’s feet and it magically sprung open. As the sound of gurgling and
growling began to come up from the hole Nightmare Witch pulled Americana’s
star-spangled bra across her breasts and fixed the clasp.
“Considering
how much of a slut you are I made sure to put dozens of my most voracious
creatures down there. It’ll be weeks before they all have their fill and then
they’ll happily come back for more!”
As Nightmare
Witch pulled on Americana’s gloves. a cluster of tentacles emerged from the
hole in the floor. A pair of them ending in large suckers quickly found their
way to Americana’s breasts. They quickly latched on and enveloped her
milk-filled globes. Americana’s head arched back as they began to suck. Like
two machines they guzzled her breast’s milk, taking all they could swallow and
more on top of that causing the white excess to flow out from around the
suckers. As Americana grunted from the
exertion her mighty mammaries began to deflate and then sag. Even as the
suckers continued their work the creature began moving another tentacle into
position. Bumpy and ridged like a gourd yet longer and narrower than the
proboscis on the other tentacles, it slid into position next to Brenda’s anus,
exposed and vulnerable as it was by the angle of the scaffolding. Striking like
a viper it dived into Brenda’s ass, causing her to arch again and groan in pain
and pleasure.
“That one
really likes to go all the way when it mates doesn’t it?:And the way it drills
an ass makes me tempted to spend a a little time with it myself!” chided
Nightmare Witch. She mockingly made a pensive face, holding a gloved finger to
her pursed lips.”Now what hole does it always want next? Let’s see…”
She smiled
and snapped her fingers.
“That’s
right, it always wants oral before the impregnation!”
She waved her
hand and the ball-gag vanished.Brenda barely had a moment to catch a breath
before another tentacle, this one with a thick penis-shaped growth on its end,
dived into her mouth and began moving back and forth in her throat. Within
seconds saliva and warm pre-cum were dribbling down Brenda’s lips.Overwhelmed
by the sensation Brenda’s eyes began to roll into the back of her head.
"My, my
dear don’t pass out yet!" Nightmare Witch cackled. "You don’t want to
miss the big finish! This one in particular fucks like a pile-driver and comes
like a gusher!”
As if on cue,
another tentacle similar to the one in Brenda’s mouth but twice as large raised up from the mass and slammed into
Brenda’s vagina. Slamming into her again and again, it went deeper and deeper
with every thrust.
It’s hitting
the back of my womb! Brenda thought and then shuddered as
an orgasm rippled through her body. Struggling to raise her head against the
grinding thrusts of the tentacle in her mouth, she looked down at the massive
member that was rhythmically impaling her cunt. Am I hallucinating or is my
stomach actually deforming a little with each fuck? Before she could try to
focus her vision to see, the cock
struck again and another rippling orgams sent her arching back.
As the
tentacles did their work Nightmare Witch placed Americana’s mask on her face
and affixed the power belt around her waist. She stood in front of the full
length mirror and admired herself for a moment. It really is a perfect sight
isn’t it? she thought. She smirked as an idea struck her. Taking the sides of
the mirror with both hands she rotated it and stood back. Looking now she could
see her own Star Spangled figure to the side while she took in the scaffolding
with Brenda’s nude, writhing form as well.
Now *that*,
she thought, is a perfect sight. She stared for a few seconds, aroused by her
own curves and the rhythmic thrusting of the multiple tentacles in and out of
Brenda’s bodies. Her hand subconsciously drifted down and caressed the front of
her red white and blue panties. A perfect sight indeed. she purred. Noticing the sudden increase in the massive
cocks rhythm she smiled and turned “You better hold on slut because here it
comes!”
Brenda eyes
widened in horror as the tentacle cocks made one last thrust and then released
simultaneous gushers of cum into her mouth and womb. As excess cum spilled out
of her mouth and vagina her belly began to swell.
My stomach,
my womb.. so full..
After several
agonizing minutes, the spasming tentacles in her vagina and mouth removed
themselves. With loud pops the two suckers released as well, leaving her
sagging, empty breasts to flop against her swollen and very pregnant stomach.
As Brenda struggled to remain conscious she realized the last tentacle was
still in place and grinding into her ass.
Seeing the
confusion on Brenda’s exhausted face, Nightmare Witch laughed.
“It’ll keep
doing that the whole time its done with you, it’ll probably give your breasts
another good working over as well while you give birth”
Still
chuckling she turned and walked towards the door.
“Well, I’m
off. I think the first thing I’ll do once I get into Wade manor is access your
database and find out the identities of all the other superheroines in town. Or
maybe I should check your vaults to see what interesting items you’ve
confiscated from other villains over the years. Don’t worry though, once these
creatures are done with you you’ll be to mind-broken to care about any of
that.”
Nightmare
Witch stopped and blew a kiss to her pregnant and broken double before closing
the door behind her.
“Ta Ta Ms.
Wade!”
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END PART ONE
NEXT: PART
TWO NIGHTMARE WITCH GETS A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE