(WARNING!!!: This is an adults-only story that contains sexually graphic and explicit content. By reading this story, you acknowledge that you are a consenting adult, 18 years of age or older.)
(Note: Ms. Americana, the Queen of Justice, Brenda Wade and Delta City are owned and copyrighted by Mr. X. This author is grateful that Mr. X has allowed the use of these characters and locations.)
(Note: This storyline is inspired by the collar device used in “Annual Festival” stories by author ctg.cl.17.)
Title: Ms. Americana - The Collar, part 1
Submitted Date: April 9, 2019
Author: Kooster
Email: kooster69@gmail.com
Story synopsis: Ms. Americana has been captured by an unknown abductor. She is made to perform a seductive strip tease. Like many of Mr. X’s graphic stories, this story’s final two parts will have a good ending and a bad ending.
Ms. Americana found herself at the entrance to one of the finest restaurants in Delta City. She was dressed in her easy recognizable costume of a skimpy, patriotic themed bikini with matching red gloves and boots. Her face was concealed with a bright blue face mask. Her familiar golden belt of power hung around her shapely waist.
After she stepped into the restaurant’s reception area, her appearance instantly changed. She was no longer the Queen of Justice. The buxom brunette was in her civilian identity of Brenda Wade, CEO of Wade Industries. Her long, lush black hair looked immaculate and shiny. Her makeup was not overdone, but just enjoy to enhance her Aphrodite-like beauty. Her pretty blue eyes had a light blue shadow. A slight red rouge had been added to her cheeks. Her lips were glossed with a bright red lipstick.
She wore a top fashion red dress. The dress tightly hugged her shapely body. The left side was completely strapless, where the top exposed the top of her large, 39G breast. The hem of the dress hung just inches above the ground.
Brenda Wade smiled happily upon seeing a man with thick, black hair at the bar. His visage is something that was burned into her memory.
She nearly melted, when he looked back at her with his midnight-like eyes.
The well dressed brunette managed to make it to make to the seat next to him. Her favorite cocktail drink was waiting for her. Brenda Wade gladly picked up her drink, and then proposed a toast. She was gazing deeply into his nearly black eyes. And then she lightly clinked her cocktail glass with his drink glass.
Clink!
Ms. Americana groggily awoke. The face of her date from her dream still lingered in her thoughts. She slowly opened her eyelids. Her eyelids felt heavier than normal. Her entire sexy body felt as weak as kitten. Her mouth felt dry like cotton, as if she had been sleeping with her mouth open.
The buxom superheroine recognized the symptoms that she was experiencing. All of her recovery symptoms told Ms. Americana that she had been drugged. Drugged, probably, with some form of chloroform.
“Sweet liberty, not again.”, she groaned.
Her blue eyes quickly became acclimated to dim light provided for her. The light was coming from a small lamp above her. The light only allowed Ms. Americana to see a foot in front of her.
Her memories were flooded with the recollection of how she had been knocked out.
She had been asked by the mayor’s office to take over the investigation of a series of female kidnappings. The abductions had happened in the back alleys of the various strip clubs throughout Delta City. Each woman was missing for 72 hours, and then reappeared. None of the ladies had signs of physical, sexual, psychological abuse. Their fingernails and toenails had been scraped clean. None of the women could remember what happened during their kidnappings. The last any of them remembered was having a piece of cloth placed over their nose and mouth.
The only piece of evidence each of these woman had was a series of three rectangular, hickey-like marks around their necks.
Like the other abducted woman, Ms. Americana could only last remember someone placing a piece of chlorophyll soaked cloth over her mouth.
“The old chloroform over the mouth trick.”, she remarked to herself.
The buxom superheroine discovered herself to be sitting a burgundy Lazy-boy chair. Ms. Americana was relieved to see that she was still dressed in her patriotic themed costume.
She still felt her face covered with her bright blue face mask. A face mask with a red “A” on the forehead of her mask.
Her large, 38G breasts were clothed in her red and white striped bikini top. Her bikini top had less material than a bra, but someone managed to keep her huge twin orbs upright. The satin-like fabric of her top also concealed her large, dark brown areolas and nipples. Even when she wasn’t sexually aroused, her nipples poked through the fabric of her costumed top.
Her pelvis was covered up by her red bikini bottoms. Despite looking like dental floss, her labia could not be seen. The material at the rear of her bottoms was wide enough to conceal her forbidden backdoor, while also not being sucked up between her ass cheeks.
Ms. Americana confirmed that she still wore blue gloves, red boots and…
“Great liberty!”, the buxom heroine gasped in shock.
The brunette superheroine saw that she no longer wore her gold metal belt! Her golden belt acted as a special kind of battery that provided Ms. Americana the energies for some of her powers. Powers of superhuman strength that outmatched any muscled brutes that she fought, and that allowed her to leap several stories into the air. Powers of invulnerability that let her withstand physical blows and even low caliber bullets.
Without her golden belt, Ms. Americana only had the powers of her enhanced healing factor, of her heightened senses, and of her incredible endurance.
In her right ear, she heard a male voice.
The stranger warmly stated, “Ah, you’re awake.”
The buxom superheroine snarled, “Who’s speaking?!? Show yourself!”
He said, “Surely by now, Ms. Americana, that you realize that you’re wearing an earbud. An earbud that allows us to communicate with each other. I didn’t have time to babysit you in person, while you were passed out.”
At that moment, Ms. Americana tried to stand up. Her sexy body failed to move!
“Great liberty! What’s happened to me?!? Why can’t I get up?!?”, she blurted out in shock.
The buxom superheroine heard her unknown abductor chuckle in her right ear.
He quipped, “That was fun to watch.”
Ms. Americana demanded, “What did you do to me?!?”
The stranger wasn’t going to tip his hand to reveal that she was wearing a high-tech collar gave him complete control over her. In fact, he had sent a command--while she was unconscious--to the collar that made Ms. Americana believe something else was adorned on her neck.
The brunette heroine found her sexy body moving on its own! In moments, she was standing up.
He stated, “I can make you stand up.”
A moment later, Ms. Americana found herself lying on her back.
He spoke, “I can make you lie down.”
A few moments later, the scantily clad superheroine was sitting back in the Lazy-boy chair.
The stranger informed, “I can make you do anything I want. I can also make you remember or not remember anything that I want.”
Anger flared through the buxom superheroine! She was greatly incensed that, through the high-tech collar, her abductor was controlling her.
“How dare you!”, she barked in heroic-like voice. “I’ll--!”
Just before Ms. Americana could continue with one of her typical heroic rants, she found herself to be mute! Her pretty blue eyes widened in shock! And then her eyes narrowed in anger.
Her abductor scolded, “That will be enough of that, Ms. Americana. I don’t need to hear you drone on with one of your silly heroic speeches.”
A large overhead spotlight turned on a few feet ahead of the buxom superheroine. The spotlight illuminated a golden stripper pole. The bright light also exposed a top of line video camera that was mounted on a special tripod.
For the next moments, the video camera swiveled on the tripod. The camera tipped up, drooped down, and then centered itself. And then the video camera arced from side-to-side.
“Excellent.”, the stranger happily remarked.
He then spoke, “I don’t need to tell you this, but I want you to hear what’s going to happen next. You’re going to perform a strip tease. Not just any strip tease, but the most seductive pole dance that you’ve ever done. Why? It’s because you’re going to believe that your lover is the video camera. And that you want to show your lover how much you want him. Want him by showing what your sexy, buxom body can offer. You will maintain your secret identity by keeping your mask on.”
In her mind, Ms. Americana was defiantly protesting “No!” over and over again. She was not going to disrobe for her abductor!
A few moments later, the brunette superheroine felt the surge of an electrical shock. The kind of shock you get when it’s too dry in the air.
As the stranger had stated, Ms. Americana’s frame of mind, behavior and perceptions had been changed by commands he had remotely sent to the high-tech collar around her neck.
Instead of seeing the top of the line video camera, Ms. Americana saw her “lover” sitting on the floor. The guy wasn’t actually her lover, as she wasn’t involved with anyone romantically as either Brenda Wade--CEO of Wade Industries--or in her costumed identity. He was someone Brenda Wade had a one-time date with. Despite only having one date with this guy, the buxom brunette enjoyed how special she felt with him.
A command zapped into her mind, via the high-tech collar, that disabled her super-hearing. Her super-hearing no longer detected the near quiet motions of the motion tracking video camera.
She was completely oblivious to the fact that her unknown abductor has set the video camera into record mode. Everything that Ms. Americana did in front of the top of the line video camera was captured in the highest video resolution possible.
Happiness engulfed the scantily clad heroine, upon seeing her lover. Her heart beated a little faster in excitement. She felt the familiar tingle of arousal ripple within her. Her love for her imaginary darling knew no bounds.
And then, she spied the dance pole. Her luscious ruby lips spread wide into a happy smile. Ms. Americana was going to do the most seductive strip tease for her lover. She was going to tease him with her gigantic breasts. Tease him with her bare muff. Tease him with her bubble butt cheeks. And even tease him with her forbidden backdoor. The kind of strip tease where he couldn’t wait to ravish her. The kind of dance where she would be so hot and so wet for whatever he wanted to do to her.
The buxom superheroine deftly rose from the burgundy Lazy-boy. Her expected heroic stance of her legs apart and her fists confidently at her hips was gone. Instead, Ms. Americana stood her her legs close together with her hands dropped down to her sides. The scantily clad heroine stood like a model in a lingerie catalog.
She slowly sauntered over to the dance pole. Ms. Americana deliberately placed her booted feet down harder with each step she took. With each step that she took, the heel of her boots clacked on the floor. The force of her strong steps made her huge, and barely contained, 38G breasts jiggle with each stride she took. The slight bouncing of her twin orbs caused her nipples to rub inside the satin-like fabric of her bikini top. The rubbing of her sensitive nipples increased her arousal. Her arousal level was low enough to where she could mask what she was experiencing. Her large butt cheeks flexed with each step that she took.
All the while, her skimpy, patriotic costume stretched as needed while not ripping apart. It was a miracle that such seemingly thin pieces of material could stay on the buxom brunette.
Ms. Americana walked to where she was just before the video camera, which she saw as her lover. She slowly and deliberately bent forward. The scantily clad heroine placed her red gloved hands on her upper thighs to support herself. She bent down, until she was face-to-face with her imaginary lover. Her gigantic breasts drooped down like hanging coconuts. Her massive twin orbs defied being stretched into ovals by gravity, and maintained their firm shape. The large, deep valley of her lovely breasts was easily visible.
The video camera was fitted with a special lens. A lens that created a telescoped, POV-like view for close-up shots. The recorded video would make it look like Ms. Americana was actually crouched in front of the viewer.
In her mind, the buxom superheroine was teasing her imaginary lover with an incredible view of her concealed breasts. She winked at her lover.
She teased aloud, “Do you like what you see, baby?”
The scantily clad heroine could not help herself giggling like a giddy schoolgirl. She apprehensively placed one her gloved fingers on her luscious, ruby lips.
Ms. Americana continued, “Well, honey, just sit back and enjoy. I’m doing this just for you. Just for you.”
The buxom brunette stood up, and then sauntered back to the stripper pole. She deliberately provided a back view of herself. A view where she hoped that her imaginary lover was staring at her large, shapely ass. The back material of her thin bikini bottoms defied the laws of physics by not being sucked between her butt cheeks. Her bubble butt looked like two fleshy cushions.
When she had reached the golden pole, Ms. Americana provided a side view of her shapely body. Her huge breasts jutted out from her melons. The side profile of her twin orbs showed how much they defied gravity by staying firm and upright. Her muscular shoulder blades could be seen to hint at how strong her back was. A strong back that was able to handle the strain of her massive juggs.
She turned her head towards the video camera.
Ms. Americana again winked at her imaginary lover. She then called out, “Catch!”
With her pretty face turned to the video camera, the scantily clad heroine blew a loving kiss to her lover.
She anxiously watched her lover. In her mind, the buxom superheroine saw her imaginary lover eagerly catch her kiss in his hands. She then watched hiim bring his hands to his front to smother his chest with her kiss. Ms. Americana flashed a happy smile at her guy’s loving actions.
The brunette superheroine firmly grasped the upper part of the stripper pole with gloved hands. She wrapped her muscular legs around the lower part of the golden pole. Ms. Americana drew her legs forward and also flexed her pelvis forward, until her concealed mound pressed against the pole. Her crotch banged against the stripper pole! The buxom brunette threw her head back with mouth agape. Her back arched. She deliberately moaned loudly in pleasure.
In essence, Ms. Americana was dry humping the stripper pole.
The buxom heroine used her strong legs to push the bottom half of her sexy body away from the golden pole. She also flexed her pelvis away as well. Her shapely ass protruded out behind her as large, curvy mounds. Her pretty face was pressing against the stripper pole. Her massive breasts were mere inches away from the pole.
Ms. Americana pulled her legs forward again. She pistoned her pelvis against the golden pole. The buxom brunette once again threw head back, while arching her back. Her long, lush black hair rolled backwards like a tidal wave.
“Sweet liberty!”, she cried out.
The scantily clad heroine had mashed her concealed pussy against the pole harder than she had intended. The force of the impact had caused the red material of her bikini bottoms to press into her bare snatch. Her labia was pushed open like a butterfly spreading its wings. After her large cunt lips were moved aside, her inner pink hole was exposed. Pleasure surged through Ms. Americana, when both her concealed clit and her inner pink mashed against the stripper pole.
She moaned from the unexpected pleasure. The buxom brunette became more aroused. Her nipples and clit tingled. A moment later, blood rushed into them. Her nipples swelled, and then strained against the satin-like fabric of her bikini top. Her clit started to grow. A warmth surged into her cunt. The inner depths of her snatch became wet and sticky with her sweetness.
For the next few moments, Ms. Americana continued to dry hump the stripper pole. Each thrust made hornier and hornier. Her dark nipples were soon swollen to their one inch tips. Her clit had grown to its button-like shape. Her pussy was fiery hot with an ample of her juices inside of her. She moaned or gasped each time her concealed clit and inner pink mashed against the pole.
The horny superheroine felt the familiar build-up of her orgasm inside of her.
In her right ear, the dancing superheroine heard her abductor speak.
He commanded, “Not yet, Ms. Americana. Not yet. You will stop trying to make yourself cum, and then continue with your strip tease. Your lover wants to see you naked before you cum.”
Those words were also accompanied by a mild electric shock from the high-tech collar around Ms. Americana’s neck. The electrical pulse arced into her brain with his command for her.
“Yes.”, she softly purred. “My lover wants to see me naked.”
Despite how quietly the buxom heroine spoke, her words were picked up by the microphone of the video camera. When replayed at a high enough volume, the viewer would easily be able to hear what Ms. Americana had just said.
The horny superheroine dry humped the stripper pole for one last time. She hugged the pole, while doing her best to hide her disappointment in not being allowed to cum. Her masked face was pressed against the pole. Her massive juggs had wrapped around the sides of the golden pole. Her muscular legs were tightly wrapped around the pole.
A few moments later, Ms. Americana detached herself from the stripper pole. She faced towards her imaginary lover. A small patch on front of her bikini bottoms was darker than the rest of her red bottoms. The darkened patch was created from her escaped pussy juice that had soaked her bottoms. The outline of her spread apart and swollen labia could be seen. A bud-like shape of her swollen clit poked through her red bottoms.
Additionally, her swollen nipples poked into the satin-like fabric of her bikini top. The twin centers of her red and white top were distorted on much her big nipples were protruding.
The scantily clad heroine once again winked at her imaginary lover.
She loosened her left glove off her hand. Ms. Americana then lightly bit down on the middle fingered tip of her left glove. With a swivel of her head, she pried her left glove off her hand. Red painted fingernails were seen on her left hand.
The buxom superheroine deliberately growled like a dog playing with its toy. She turned her head to one side, and then spat out her left glove.
Ms. Americana discarded her right glove in similar fashion.
She moved her hands up the sides of her tummy. Her hands trembled slightly with her trepidation. Despite her wanton desire to undress for her guy, Ms. Americana had trying to ensure that she was giving the best strip tease of her life.
The buxom heroine then cupped her still concealed breasts in her hands. Her hands could barely get a hold on her massive, 38G juggs. Through the satin-like fabric, Ms. Americana dug her fingers into her titty flesh. The scantily clad heroine moaned at how good it felt to grasp her gigantic globes. She then teasingly encircled her poking nipples with the tips of her fingers. Ms. Americana gasped from the arousal her sensitive nipples. Her pretty eyes fluttered on how good it felt to toy with her covered up nipples.
The horny superheroine moved her hands down her flat abs. She snaked one of her hands into her slightly soaked bikini bottoms. Ms. Americana closed her pretty eyes and moaned, when she dug one of her fingers into her hot, wet pink hole. Her luscious ruby lips remained opened as a large O shape during her vaginal penetration.
A moment later, she pulled her hand out of her red bottoms to reveal her juice coated finger. Her finger looked as if it was coated in a clear, sugar-like glaze. The coating of her pussy juice slowly rolled down her finger like molasses.
The scantily clad heroine waved her juice coated finger under her nose. She took an exaggerated whiff of her coated digit. Ms. Americana happily smiled upon smelling the sweet fragrance of her pussy juice.
She teased aloud, “I smell so sweet!”
Ms. Americana purposefully opened her ruby lips. She slowly snaked her juiced coated finger into her mouth. She slowly closed her mouth onto her finger. Her cheeks caved in, while she sucked her finger. A muffled moan escaped from her closed lips. After sucking her pussy juice off her finger, the horny superheroine cleaned her finger with long licks of her flattened tongue. After licking her finger a few times, she closed her mouth while happily humming.
The buxom heroine lustfully comment, “And I taste even better! Better than honey. And sweeter than a peach.”
She positioned herself to be standing behind the golden pole. Ms. Americana pressed her concealed breasts against the pole. Her huge, clothed juggs had a hard time surrounding the pole. The fabric of the bikini top could not stretch enough to allow her gigantic twin orbs to wrap themselves around the golden pole. The scantily clad heroine had to use her hands to keep the front parts of her humongous breasts on the stripper pole.
The buxom brunette attempted to titty fuck the stripper pole. She, however, found it difficult to do so while still wearing her bikini top. The satin-like material, despite looking slick, greatly hampered the up and down motion that Ms. Americana was trying to achieve.
The brunette superheroine mentioned aloud, “Hmm, something’s not right here.”
She deliberately acted as if she was thinking through a tough problem. The buxom superheroine added the touch of biting on the tip of her pointer finger. A moment later, her blue eyes lit up. She snapped her fingers upon reaching her eureka thought.
The scantily clad heroine turned her back to her imaginary lover. Her hands snaked behind her, until her fingers found the tiny catch that held together her bikini top. Her fingers deftly undid the clasp. And then her bikini top had been freed!
While her back still turned her lover, Ms. Americana pulled her red and white top off of her. Her muscular back did not reveal any white bikini lines. This revealed that she sunbathed topless, or at least with her bikini top undone.
The buxom superheroine held her discarded bikini top to one side, like an unwanted object. Ms. Americana glanced behind her. With seemingly amazing easy, she tossed her bikini top towards her lover. In her mind, still due to the commands from the high-tech collar encircling her neck, she imagined that her guy caught her bikini top like a baseball player catching a foul ball. She further imagined that her lover sniffed the inner cups of her bikini top to smell her fragrance.
Ms. Americana then imagined that she saw her guy become startled for a moment. He then flashed her a knowing wink. She blushed with slight embarrassment that her inner cups had absorbed something else from her lovely breasts.
Her mysterious abductor didn’t know what had just happened there. He made a mental note to have Ms. Americana make an audio commentary track for her striptease. Her commentary would reveal what happened, after she had thrown away her red and white bikini top.
The huge breasted heroine slowly turned to face her lover. Her hands were over the center of each tit. Her fingers were spread wide apart. She was trying to conceal her gigantic juggs as best as she could. Her hands managed to completely cover up her large, dark brown areolas and swollen nipples. Spots of milky white skin could be seen underneath hands. The bleached-like skin revealed that Ms. Americana sunbathed with the cups of her bikini top covering her huge, 38G breasts.
The nearly topless superheroine looked back shyly at her lover. She was feigning embarrassment in revealing her nakedness.
In her mind, Ms. Americana imagined that her lover hooted out for her to reveal her wonderful tits.
She teasingly called out, “Do you really want to see them? Do you really want to see my tits?”
In her mind, the buxom brunette believed that her lover once again hooted out for her to show her huge breasts.
Not wanting to further deny her lover, Ms. Americana removed her hands from the front of her twin orbs. Her massive, 38G juggs were fully revealed. Even without her golden power belt, her remaining superpowers gave Ms. Americana’s sexy, shapely body a goddess-like beauty. Beauty that allowed her massive breasts to be firm and upright. It was as if her huge juggs were floating to defy gravity. Her large breasts were indeed a marvel!
Her dark brown areolas were near perfect circles. A twin set of perfect circles that radius as big as her inner palms.
Her swollen nipples poked forward as dark, one inch tips.
In her mind, Ms. Americana imagined that her guy was hungrily gawking at her huge tits. He had no problem embarrassingly himself with claps and hoots on how much he liked her gigantic breasts.
She blew another loving kiss to her guy. In her mind, the topless superheroine watched her lover catch her kiss. This time, she imagined that her guy rubbed her kiss over his concealed rock hard erection.
Ms. Americana so happy beyond words that she had made her guy hard!
“Ooohhh, baby, did I made you hard?”, she teased. “Well then, honey, go ahead and take out your cock. I want to see you stroking your rock hard manpole for me!”
In her mind, the topless superheroine was overjoyed to imagine that her lover had opened up his pants and then whipped out his rock hard dick! She considered her guy to have the most wonderful cock. A cock that was thick enough to where she could barely wrap her hand around the shaft. She could never get the tips of her fingers to touch together, when grasping him. A shaft that spread her so wide. A cock that was slightly curved. A curve that allowed his bulbous head to slide along her sensitive G-spot, when they fucked. That fucking wonderful head of his cock! A bulbous, mushroom-like head that she could barely get past her luscious ruby lips. A bulbous head that looked so gigantic against her inner pink hole, or against her tight, puckered asshole.
Just recalling the details about her lover’s cock made more of her sweetness ooze out of her pussy.
Ms. Americana moved back to the stripper pole. She spat at the pole to coat it with an ample amount of her saliva. The topless heroine then wrapped her huge, 38G breasts around the pole. Without the hindrance of her bikini tip, her twin juggs easily wrapped around the pole.
She moaned, “Ooohhh, that’s much better!”
The horny superheroine pressed her hands against the outer edges of her massive breasts. The pressure of her hands flattened her gigantic tits into huge ovals along the sides of the stripper pole. Her large, dark brown areolas also gained an oval-like shape. Her dark, engorged nipples poked straight out like tiny antennas.
The topless heroine moved her body and her muscular legs, so that she could titty fuck the pole. Her spit provided enough lubrication for her squashed tits to pump up and down long the shaft of the golden pole.
Ms. American lustfully blurted out, “Fuck baby! I wish this was your cock!”
In her mind, the topless heroine imagined that her lover was stroking his rock hard cock.
She called out, “Yeah, baby, that’s it! Stroke your wonderful hard dick! Stroke your cock, just like how I’m titty fucking the stripper pole.”
The horny brunette pistoned herself up and down to continue titty fucking the golden pole. The valley of her breasts glistened with her saliva that she had spat onto the pole.
Ms. Americana was further encouraged that her lover was jacking off to her. The topless superheroine moved her body and legs as fast she could manage, so that she was titty fucking the pole as rapidly as she could.
She started to sweat after a minute or so of titty fucking the stripper pole. Sweat was on her pretty, masked face. Perspiration was all over her sexy, shapely. The overhead spotlight made her skin shimmer.
For the next several minutes, Ms. Americana continued to effortlessly titty fuck the stripper pole. In her mind, she imagined that her lover was amazed at how long she continued to titty fuck the pole.
Part of her wondered how long her guy to continue jacking off without cumming. Ms. Americana moaned, after thinking about how much of his hot, white cum shoots out of his ejaculating dick.
She tapped into the stamina and strength of her enhanced endurance. The topless superheroine could continue titty fucking the pole for a few minutes longer.
Knowing how much her titty fucking was exciting her guy added to her arousal. Her dark nipples and her clitty throbbed in being so swollen. Each time she pistoned up and down the pole, Ms. Americana felt a glob of her pussy juice ooze out of her. The wet spot on the front of her red bottoms expanded more and more, as the satin-like fabric was soaked with more and more of her sweetness.
“Sweet liberty!”, Ms. Americana lustfully cried out.
Her long titty fucking session had also reignited her way towards her climax. Her orgasmic build up was happening, despite the physical excursion toll for Ms. Americana to continue titty fucking the stripper pole. Each up and down motion was using up her enhanced endurance. The strain along her back increased bit by bit. Her muscular legs weakened as well. What was happening to her back and legs were worth it, if she could cum.
She announced, “Oh fuck! I could cum by titty fucking the golden pole!”
Once again, her unknown abductor didn’t want Ms. Americana to cum just yet.
From the earbud in her right ear, she heard him speak to her.
He commanded, “Naughty, naughty! Trying to cum, while still clothed?!? You know the rule. You can only cum, after you’re completely naked.”
Once again, Ms. Americana felt a slight electric pulse emit from the high-tech collar around her neck. The electrical pulse reached her brain, and then programmed more of her captor’s commands into her.
A moment later, the topless superheroine stopped titty fucking the stripper pole. She removed her hands from her huge, mashed titties.
Upon releasing her gigantic twin globes from the stripper pole, her large breasts quickly regained their round, firm shape.
She wagged her finger, while making a disapproving tsk-tsk sound.
Ms. Americana rebuked herself aloud, “I’m so naughty! I can’t cum, baby, until I’m completely naked.”
The topless heroine backed a few inches away from the golden pole. She slowly twirled, until Ms. Americana was facing away from the pole. While spinning around, the valley of her humongous breasts glistened with a coating of her saliva. The slow motion provide enough kinetic moton for her large breasts to sway back and forth.
The brunette superheroine pressed her barely concealed behind against the stripper pole. She deliberately took a few moments to hump the stripper pole with her butt. Her pillow-like ass cheeks flexed, while she rubbed her ass against the pole.
Ms. Americana moaned, while she rubbed her clothed butt against the golden pole. The topless superheroine had pressed her behind hard enough against the pole to where her tight, puckered asshole was exposed. She gasped, when the anal ring of her forbidden hole rubbed against the stretched out fabric of her bikini bottoms.
“Oh fuck!”, the horny brunette blurted out.
The buxom heroine enjoyed how her anal ring was stretched out and pulled open, while she mashed her behind against the stripper hole. With nothing to penetrate her backdoor, her anal passage remained tightly sealed. Ms. Americana shivered with pleasure in thinking how good anal sex would be right now.
The topless heroine backed away a few inches from the stripper pole. The golden pole, however, provided enough visual obstruction to prevent her privates from being seen.
Ms. Americana hooked her fingers into the sides of her red bikini bottoms. With the slowest of motions possible, she peeled her floss-like bottoms off her. The satin-like material stretched out as her bottoms passed over her pillow-like butt cheeks. For the briefest of moments, the fabric of her red bottoms didn’t move off her ass. During that very short time, there was doubt that her bikini bottoms would come off.
That moment of doubt passed, when Ms. Americana tugged a little harder on her bikini bottoms. The additional amount of force allowed her red bottoms to peel off her bubble butt. Her flimsy bottoms seemingly snapped off her ass, and then traveled down to her upper thighs.
The almost nude superheroine bent down to continue remove her red bottoms. Her large, 38G breasts hung down like gigantic beach balls. Her gigantic mounds were barely affected by the pull of gravity.
The floss-like material of Ms. Americana’s bikini bottoms continued to move down her shapely legs. A few moments later, her red bottoms had slipped past her blue boots. She deftly stepped out her discarded bottoms. All the while, her privates were still concealed by the golden pole.
Ms. Americana held her removed bikini bottoms in her left hand. While her bikini bottoms were a bright red, the crotch of her bottoms was colored in a dark, crimson red. A blatant indication that the buxom superheroine had soaked the front of her bikini bottoms with her pussy juice. The added weight of her sweetness caused the front of her red bottoms to droop downward.
The naked heroine deliberately held her soaked bottoms to her nose. She took a long whiff of her juice soaked crotch.
She lustfully remarked, “Fuck! I smell so good!”
Ms. Americana then gazed at her imaginary lover.
The buxom brunette teased, “I bet, baby, that you’d like a whiff too!”
In her mind, again thanks to commands programmed into her mind via the high-tech collar, she imagined that her lover was motioning at her. Motioning for her to throw her juice soaked bottoms to him.
She winked, and then tossed to her bikini bottoms. Like with her discarded red and white bikini top. Ms. Americana imagined that her lover caught her juice soaked bottoms. She further imagined him sniffing the soaked crotch of her red bottoms.
The nude superheroine finally stood away from the golden pole to fully reveal her naked body.
Ms. Americana proudly stood there. She jutted her chest forward to make her huge, 38G breasts even more pronounced. She also placed her fists upon her shapely hips.
Fully revealing herself showed that the buxom heroine only had a patch of black pubic hair above her cunt. A patch that had been shaved into an upright star.
After a few moments, Ms. Americana climbed onto the stripper pole again. She performed a dance routine that showed off her acrobatic skills. Skills that included her hanging off the golden pole with just her muscular legs latched around the pole. The naked heroine added a mix of herself grinding either her massive juggs, drenched cunt, or shapely ass against the stripper pole.
Ms. Americana purposefully ground her hot, drenched pussy against the front of the pole. When she turned around to the rear of the golden pole, the pole shimmer with an ample smear of her clear juices.
She continued on with her pole dancing for a few more minutes. Ms. Americana tapped into her superhuman endurance and stamina to perform. She expertly twirled on or hanged off the stripper pole.
While showing off her acrobatic skills, her mysterious abductor thought of something for the brunette superheroine to do. It was something that he himself had experienced at a strip club.
Once again, Ms. Americana heard her unknown abductor speak to her via the flesh colored earbud in her right ear. After she had listened, the naked superheroine felt a slight electrical charge pulse out from the high-tech collar around her neck. The electrical pulse surged into her brain with a new set of commands for her.
After the new commands had been processed in her mind, the buxom heroine flashed a wicked smile.
She commented aloud, “So naughty!”
Ms. Americana walked away from the stripper pole. Each step she took caused her humongous breasts to bounce slightly. She continued walking, until her beautiful visage could no longer be captured by the high-tech camera. While being positioned on a motorized tripod, the video camera did not pivot to track her movements.
A few moments later, Ms. Americana reappeared at the golden pole. She had fashioned a striped blue and red men’s tie around her crotch. The wider part of the brightly colored tie completely covered her hot, juicy mound. She slowly twirled to reveal that the thinner part of the striped tie covered the crack of her ass.
The nearly naked superheroine stood proudly in her heroic pose. In her mind, she stood like this to give her imaginary lover time to realize that she had done. Like a game show presenter, Ms. Americana motioned with her hands to blatantly point out that she was wearing the striped tie.
She resumed her pole dancing. In her mind, Ms. Americana believed that she was wearing one of her lover’s suit ties. She was wearing his suit tie in such a naughty way. In a way, however, that the buxom heroine knew was very erotic to her guy. Whenever her concealed mound pressed against the stripper pole, she felt some of her pussy juice soak into the back of the striped tie.
Ms. Americana continued her pole dancing for several more minutes. She grasped, hung, twirled or hump the golden pole as if it was a gigantic cock.
From the earbud in her right ear, Ms. Americana heard her mysterious abductor to end her striptease. Once again, the naked heroine felt a slight electrical jolt in her neck. The electrical pulse sent more commands into Ms. Americana’s mind.
The buxom brunette stood to one side of the golden pole. She had juiced so much that the blue and red tie had a dark spot of her sweetness.
Ms. Americana glanced down at the suit tie that she wore. Upon seeing the wet spot on the striped tie, she feigned a look of embarrassment.
She teased aloud, “Great liberty! Did I do that?!?”
The buxom superheroine deftly removed the juice stained tie from herself. Her swollen cunt lips and her inner thighs glistened with her pussy juice.
Ms. Americana, once again, looked to where her imaginary lover was. She held up the blue and red tie to attract her guy’s attention. In her mind, due to the commands from the high-tech collar, she imagined her guy motioning for her to throw the suit tie at him.
She rhetorically asked, “You want this tie, baby? The tie that’s soaked with my sweet pussy juice?”
Ms. Americana announced, “Catch!”
She pitched her arm back with an underhand motion, and then threw the suit tie into the air like a softball. In her mind, the naked heroine believed that she had thrown the striped tie at her lover. In reality, the blue and red hit the camera lens dead on.
She teased, “Take me, baby! Take me!”
The naked superheroine blew a kiss towards her imaginary lover.
A moment later, she walked away from the stripper pole until her busty form could be captured by the high end video camera.
A few moments later, the nude superheroine found herself in a drab and sterile room. The only items in this room was an overhead ceiling light, and a medical examination table. The exam table was the kind of table that gynecologists used that included adjustable leg stirrups.
In her earbud, Ms. Americana heard her unknown abductor that she was done for now. The high-tech collar sent another harmless electrical jolt into her.
The buxom brunette moved to the examination table. She then laid down upon the table. Ms. Americana also placed her legs into the set of stirrups.
And then, like a robot being deactivated, her pretty face become completely expressionless. Her blue eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling. Her head rested against the top of the examination table. Her arms hung loosely at the sides of the table. Her breathing slowed to where her bosom no longer rose up and down. A moment later, her eyes closed as she was programmed to sleep.
While seemingly being shut down, her remaining pussy juice oozed out of her reddened cunt. Her sweetness slowly drizzled off her swollen labia, and also coated her inner thighs.
Ms. Americana looked like a human-sized doll. She lay there in utter silence, until her mysterious abductor was ready to play with her again.