(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, Brenda Wade, Delta City, Tanya O’Donnell, Got Gal, Omega Woman, Kameron Drake, Green Specter, Lydia Wills, and Flag Girl 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 2
Submission Date: April 12, 2019
Author: Kooster
Email: kooster69@gmail.com
Story synopsis: Ms. Americana has a strange dream. She is then made to take a very naughty shower. Elsewhere in Delta City, there are reactions to the disappearance of Brenda Wade. And finally, the Green Specter and Flag Girl are investigating Ms. Americana’s absence from Delta City.
The high-tech collar adorned on Ms. Americana’s neck forced the buxom superheroine to sleep for nine hours. During that time, the naked heroine lay asleep on the gynecological table. She lay asleep on her back like a human-sized sex doll. Anyone could have their way with her mouth; her gigantic, 38G breasts; her dark pointy nipples; and her bare pussy. Her long legs could be repositioned to even allow access to her tight, puckered asshole.
Fortunately for Ms. Americana, the idea of allowing strangers to sexual ravish her unconscious body over and over was something that her mysterious abductor did not have in mind. Especially since he hadn’t yet had his way with her yet.
During her forced slumber, the buxom brunette dreams started with her capture. A moment later, her dream turned into a nightmare.
Ms. Americana was fully dressed in her skimpy, star spangled costume. She found herself looking through a clear glass pane. Through the looking glass, she gasped in shock to watch herself. The buxom superheroine tried to pull herself away to stop watching, but could not move. She watched that other version of herself perform a seductive, naughty strip tease.
She gasped in shock! When the other version of herself removed her red and white bikini top, the same article of clothing disappeared from her sexy body! Ms. Americana found herself very aroused. She felt her dark nipples swell to their long, pointy tips.
The topless superheroine gasped in shock again! Her skimpy, red bottoms vanished, just as her other self removed the same piece of her costume!
The now naked heroine watched her other self perform a strip tease routine. A routine that involved acrobatic poses on the golden pole. Ms. Americana found herself moaning, as her clit swelled in arousal. A few more moments later, she felt her now puffy cunt lips part open slightly. She found herself so incredibly horny to where she wanted to climax! From her partially exposed inner pink, the buxom brunette felt her hot juices ooze out of her. A few minutes later, the horny superheroine felt several hot trails of her pussy juice slowly trickle down her inner thighs.
Ms. Americana felt herself close to the brink of orgasm! She continued to watch helplessly as her other, naked self approached the glass pane.
Her other self pressed her large, 38G tits against the looking glass. Her huge juggs squished against the glass, making her dark areolas and swollen nipples even more pronounced. While keeping her gigantic orbs pressed against the large pane, her other self lustfully licked the glass. Her flattened tongue leaving saliva trails all over the large pane.
Her other self moved her luscious, ruby lips, until her mouth was over Ms. Americana’s mouth. Her other, naked self pressed her lips in an attempt to kiss the buxom superheroine. All the while, the tongue of her other self lashed against the glass.
Ms. Americana gasped in shock at the lesbian display of her other self! And yet, she was so very close in cumming!
Her other self stopped kissing to tease Ms. Americana aloud. Her other naughty self stated that if Ms. Americana kissed back, then she’d be able to cum!
For the next few moments, Ms. Americana struggled with her inner conflict on whether or not to kiss her other self. Part of her would kiss back, if it meant that she’d finally be able to explode with her pleasurable orgasm. Another part of her, however, could not accept doing the lesbian kiss. It wasn’t a homophobic reaction. In fact, Ms. Americana had no problem with women loving other women; or men loving other men. She just couldn’t bring herself to engage in lesbian sex.
A low electrical charge emitted from the high-tech collar. An electrical pulse with the command for Ms. Americana to awaken.
The naked superheroine opened her pretty blue eyes. The last remanants of her nightmare still remained in her thoughts. Unlike the night before, Ms. Americana was allowed to be completely aware of what was happening to her.
“Great liberty!”, she blurted out in shock.
Ms. Americana quickly assessed her situtation.
“Stars and stripes, I’m naked!”, she exclaimed.
The buxom heroine demanded aloud, “Why am I on a gynecology table?!? And why can’t I move?!?”
The high-tech collar sent out another electrical pulse. The electrical pulse reached Ms. Americana’s brain with another set of commands for her.
Like a puppet with invisible strings attached to her, the naked heroine deftly arose from the gyno table.
“Sweet liberty!”, she gasped. “What is happening to me?!?”
After she stood on her bare feet, Ms. Americana found herself striding out of the spartan room. Each step she took caused her huge, 38G breasts to bounce. The rest of her sexy body was a marvel to behold. The brunette superheroine was incredibly fit. The outline of her ribs could be seen along with her flat stomach. The muscles in her arms and legs flexed, while she walked.
“Where am I going?!?”
Upon exiting the room, Ms. Americana found her sexy body continue to walk through the empty halls. She did her best, however, to remember every detail of her surroundings. If Ms. Americana did manage to overcome whatever was controlling her, she might herself back in the same hallways later on. With no memory or knowledge of her locale, she walked into a luxurious bathroom.
She found herself comparing this bathroom to the her own bathroom. The bathroom she used in her civilian guise of Brenda Wade. The floor and walls were expertly tiled. Tiles with a mix of light brown and burgundy. A toilet had been modified to accommodate a Japanese seat. The opposite wall had a large mirror with an equally large sink. The sink’s water tap was open at the top, where the water come out like a small waterfall. The tap had no visible handle.
She took a moment to admire herself in the large mirror. Ms. Americana noticed a thin, black leather collar around her neck. The front of the collar had a golden ring. The half of a gold heart was attached to the ring. The word “I’m” was etched onto the her half.
Before Ms. Americana could look around some more, she felt someone behind her! The stranger hid behind her tall visage. She could only tell that he was shorter than herself.
“Who’s there?!?”, she demanded.
“Just me.”, a strange man answered.
Ms. Americana immediately recognized the guy’s voice as her mysterious abductor.
“You!”, she snarled.
Her mind now raced with a million questions to ask!
She inquired, “Where am I?”
“In the Village.”, he answered.
“What--? ‘The Village’?!?”, Ms. Americana stammered in confusion.
He chuckled at her inability to grasp his joke.
Her concealed abductor informed, “It’s a TV show reference. Where you are is of no importance to you, Ms. Americana.”
The naked superheroine was taken aback that the stranger wasn’t calling her by a vile version of her heroic name.
She demanded to know, “What have you done to me?!?”
He quipped, “I’ve already told you. Next question.”
Ms. Americana realized that her abductor was not like the other vile villains she had fought in the past. He was smart enough to not be lured into answering her questions.
The last wisps of her erotic nightmare still lingered in her thoughts. She needed to know if her abductor knew anything about her nightmare.
“While I slept…”, she stammered.
A lump formed in her throat. Ms. Americana knew what she wanted to ask, but found it difficult to say the words. The thought of what she was going to ask about was making her blush in embarrassment.
“Yes?”, he inquired.
“I had a dream of-- Sweet liberty, I can’t believe I’m asking this! I dreamt of watching myself doing a strip tease.”, she nervously stated.
“Ah, Ms. Americana, so something in your mind remembered what happened last night.”, he stated with great interest.
“Great liberty!”, she blurted out in shock. “So you made me perform a strip tease last night?!?”
“I did.”, he proudly said. “You got me so fucking hard! I had to jack off before going to sleep last night.”
“You did?”, Ms. Americana sheepishly asked.
The naked superheroine blushed in hearing what her naughty strip tease had done to her abductor.
She reprimanded herself aloud, “Holy justice! Why did I just say that?!?”
The naked superheroine felt her abductor touching her right ear.
“What are you doing?!?”, Ms. Americana barked.
He said nothing. In a moment, the buxom brunette felt the earbud taken out of her right ear and then replaced with a new earbud.
She demanded aloud, “Why did you put a new earbud in my ear?!?”
He took out his smart device. The smart device that transmitted commands to the high-tech collar on Ms. Americana’s neck. He did several tasks on his smart device. First, he pressed a button with pre-configured commands and then pressed the Send button.
Ms. Americana felt a low level electrical surge emit from the collar on her neck. The electrical pulse streamed into her brain. A moment later, the naked superheroine stood silent in a zombie-like trance.
He stated aloud, “That’s better.”
He continued using his smart device to confirm that the high-tech collar was still fully functional. He smiled briefly at that result.
Next, he checked that the self-charging feature of the collar was working. The collar best charged itself from the kinetic energy of Ms. Americana’s movements. If the buxom heroine was immobile after 10 minutes, like when she was sleeping last night, the collar could charge itself from Ms. Americana’s bio-electric aura.
He spent the next minutes setting up the same motion tracking, high-definition video camera that he had used last night. He fixed the camera’s viewfinder upon Ms. Americana. He then pressed the camera’s Record button.
He pressed a series of buttons on the device’s touch screen. Unlike last night, he resisted the urge to saying anything to Ms. Americana that would reveal what was going to happen next. A few moments later, he pressed the Send button.
Another low level electrical pulse emitted from the high-tech collar on Ms. Americana’s neck.
A moment later, the naked superheroine stauntered slowly to the shower. When Ms. Americana glanced around, she was completely oblivious to both the motion tracking video camera and to her abductor. In her mind, due to the commands via the high-tech collar, the buxom brunette believed that she was all alone.
Her abductor left, so that his actions and words weren’t picked up by the video camera. He would have the pleasure of watching this video recording later.
Ms. Americana deftly propped open the glass door to the shower. With the large, clear door open, she turned on the shower faucet. She turned the faucet to the hot side of the tap. When the cold water rushed out, she immediately scooped some water into her cupped hands. The naked superheroine slashed the cold water onto her large breasts.
“Great liberty! That’s cold!”, she shrieked.
Droplets of water ran down the nearly perfect curves of her twin orbs. Some droplets rolled down her large, dark areolas. Other droplets collected onto and then briefly hung on her unaroused nippled. Gravity soon caused the droplets to fall off her dark nipples. For a second or two, it looked as if the droplets were coming out of her dark teats.
A few moments passed where only the sound of the rushing water was heard.
Once again, Ms. Americana scooped some of the water into her hands. She splashed the water onto your gigantic tits. The hot water immediately warmed her titty flesh. The temperature wasn’t hot enough to scald her. She couldn’t help her sexy body from shivering from the warm temperature of the hot water.
“Hmmm-hmmm.”, she cooed. “Just right.”
The naked superheroine walked into the shower. She closed the large glass door behind her. With the water tap still running, Ms. Americana turned to each tiled wall of the shower. She manipulated the consoles that worked the jets on each shower wall. The sexy heroine turned to provide great views of her curvy body. This especially provided a lovely view of her ample butt cheeks.
After Ms. Americana had activated the last console, there was a moment of silent. The water out of the faucet stopped. With her back turned towards the video camera, the middle jets activated with a strong spray that dowsed the front of her sexy body. The force of the spraying jets was strong enough to make Ms. Americana lean against the large glass shower door. The middle jet stopped. And then one of the side jets erupted with a powerful spray of hot water. A few moments later, these side jets stopped. And then the other side jets spurted hot water onto the naked superheroine. A few moments later, these side jets stopped.
There was a few moments of silence. Silence where the buxom superheroine stood with water dripping off everywhere on her sexy body.
All three sets of shower jets turned on again, but sent softer sprays of water. Sprays of water that were just enough to keep Ms. Americana constantly wet.
While still facing away from the video camera, the naked superheroine removed her bright blue face mask. She placed her discarded masked on a nearby hook.
The buxom brunette grabbed the small tube of the shampoo. She hands off to her left side, and then squeezed the entire liquid contents into her hand. For a moment, her left hand held a large glob of white shampoo.
Ms. Americana spent the next few minutes rubbing the shampoo into her long, black hair. She continued massaging into the white liquid, until a froth of bubbles had formed all over the mane of her hair. She rinsed off her hands, and then let the bubbles soak in her black hair.
She grabbed the small tube of body soap, and then squeezed a tiny glob into her hand. Ms. Americana used the body soap to wash her face. After rinsing her face clean, the naked superheroine put back on her bright blue face mask.
The buxom brunette turned to where she was facing the video camera. She took a few minutes to thoroughly rinse her long mane of the shampoo. After she was done, she pulled her washed hair into a long tail behind her.
Ms. Americana turned briefly to a bar of soap. This bar of soap had been crafted into a 5” inch cock.
The naked superheroine grasped the shaft of the fake cock. She then stroked the shaft up and down. With each stroke that she did, a froth of bubbles formed.
She cooed lustfully, “Oh yeah, baby, give it to me!”
In a few moments, her hands were covered in soap bubbles. Ms. Americana passed her soapy hands over her muscular arms and over her armpits.
The buxom superheroine placed the fake cock in the valley of her huge tits. She cupped her twin orbs with one of her arms to squeeze them together. With her other hand, Ms. Americana rubbed the fake cock up and down between her 38G breasts.
She moaned, “Oh fuck!”
The naked heroine began to hurriedly rub the fake cock up and down between her squished breasts. A large froth of soapy bubbles covered the top of her chest, and then ran down over her squeezed tits. An excess of soapy bubbles dribbled down her twin orbs. The white bubbles obscured viewing her large, dark areolas and now swollen nipples. Soapy bubbles dribbled to the shower floor. Ms. Americana could feel an orgasm building up within her.
“Yes! Sweet liberty! Yes!”, she panted.
Squishing sounds could be heard at how rapidly Ms. Americana was titty fucking herself.
The stress of being used so roughly, however, was too much strain on the fake cock. A loud crack echoed throughout the shower!
“Great liberty! No!”, Ms. Americana blurted in disappointment.
She pulled her arm off her gigantic juggs. Her twin orbs parted to reveal that the fake cock of soap had snapped in half!
For a moment, she disappointingly held the broken halves of the soapy cock in her hands.
Ms. Americana placed the half with the head of the cock back onto the shower shelf.
“We’ll save you for later!”, she announced.
The naked superheroine rubbed the other broken half of the fake cock over the front of her gigantic tits. She deliberately rubbed the soapy shaft over her now one-inch teats. Nipples that were incredibly sensitive. Ms. Americana gasped, and then placed one hand on the clear shower glass to support herself.
“Sweet liberty! Fuck!”
If she had her way, Ms. Americana could continue rubbing her dark, engorged nipples until she climaxed! Instead, she heard her mysterious abductor--via her earbud--to continue washing herself.
The naked superheroine used the broken half of the soapy cock to lather up her stomach and legs. She deliberately avoided making contact with her bare cunt or ass. A few moments later, the spraying jets rinsed her clean.
Ms. Americana looked at the broken half of the soapy cock that she had been using. She piece of soap no longer resembled what it had been sculpted into.
She commented aloud, “You’re no good to me anymore.”
The buxom brunette reached behind her to switch out the pieces of soap. She now held the piece of soap that resembled the bulbous head of a cock.
Ms. Americana lovingly kissed the tip of the fake cock.
The horny superheroine stood with her long legs more apart, and then jutted her pelvis forward. This move blatant exposed her swollen labia.
She placed the tip of the fake cock against her pussy lips.
“Great liberty!”, she cried out in pleasure.
The naked heroine slowly moved the tip of the fake cock up and down her labia. Even with her slow moments, the constant sprays of hot water created a froth of soapy bubbles.
“Yes! Gotta make sure I’m super clean down there!”
A few more moments of rubbing the soapy cock up and down her cunt lips created a constant froth of bubbles.
Ms. Americana took a moment to rinse her bare mound clean. After all of the soapy bubbles were gone, she parted open her swollen cunt lips with one hand. With her other hand, she pressed the tip of the fake cock against her inner pink hole.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
The pleasure of feeling the fake cock against her cunt made her legs quiver. She had to remove her hand from her cunt lips, and then once again support herself on the clear glass. Ms. Americana desperately wanted to push the entire broken piece of soak inside of her to fuck herself. The horny superheroine wanted to climax so badly, where she didn’t mind getting soap inside of herself.
“Sweet liberty! I wish that someone was here to fuck me!”
Once again, however, her abductor spoke to Ms. Americana to finish showering herself.
The horny superheroine had only one more place to clean. She turned, so that her huge butt was facing the video camera.
Ms. Americana spanked her left ass cheek!
Smack!!!
Water droplets spattered in all directions. The hot white imprint of her hand was briefly visible on her left butt cheek.
“Great stars! I’ve been so naughty!”
She raised her open palm high into the air, and then brought her hand down to roughly spank her right butt cheek.
Smack!!!
More water splashed everywhere. Again, the hot white imprint of her hand could be seen in her right ass cheek.
“Sweet liberty!”
The buxom brunette continued to spank herself with alternating slaps onto her left and right ass cheeks.
Smack!!!
Loud smacks resounded in the shower.
Smack!!!
Water droplets flung out in all directions. After her white hot hand imprint disappeared, a red spot remained on her ass cheeks.
Smack!!! Smack!!! Smack!!!
Ms. Americana only stopped spanking herself, when each of her bubble butt cheeks glowed a bright red.
She used one hand to spread open her left ass cheek. The pain in touching her freshly spanked ass caused Ms. Americana to hiss.
“Great liberty! That hurts!”
Pulling away her left butt cheek exposed her asshole. A ring of her forbidden backdoor. Despite the rumblings on Dark Web blogs and on other porn sites, where Ms. Americana had frequent anal sex, her asshole was a tight, puckered ring.
She cooed, “I know what will make my ass feel better!”
Ms. Americana pressed the head of the fake cock against her asshole.
She moaned, “Good thing this soapy cock is already lubricated.”
The horny superheroine pushed the soapy cock harder against her anal ring!
“This fucking cock feels so incredibly huge!”
For a few moments, it seemed as if her asshole would remain clamped shut. And then deny the soapy cock to enter her behind.
Ms. Americana wasn’t tensing up, and wanted the soapy cock in her butt. She continued the pressure of the fake cock against her asshole, while also bearing down to flex open her anal ring.
The bearing down by the horny superheroine made her anal ring wink open. The slight opening of her asshole allowed the tip of the soapy cock to make its way into her forbidden backdoor.
“Oh fuck! Sweet liberty! Yes!”, she joyfully exclaimed.
The combination of the soapy bubbles and of the continued pressure by Ms. Americana allowed the entire bulbous head of the fake cock to slip past her anal ring.
“Yes, baby, yes! You’re inside my ass!”
She heard, via her earbud, to show off the anal penetration of the soapy cock.
Ms. Americana firmly grabbed both of her ass cheeks, and then spread them apart. With her butt spread open, the anal invasion of the fake cock into her asshole was clearly visible. The entire head of the soapy cock was inside her backdoor. Only the two inches of the soapy shaft could be seen protruding from her butt.
The horny superheroine wanted to be butt fucked so badly that she tightened up her butt. This put unexpected pressure on the soapy cock inside of her. The combination of her backdoor pressure and of the soapy bubbles caused the fake cock to slip out of her.
“No! Don’t!”, she protested in vain.
A second later, the fake cock slipped out of her asshole. For a brief moment, the darkness of her anal passage could be seen. In the next moment, her anal ring tightened back up again.
“Holy justice! It slipped out!”, she whined aloud.
The buxom brunette heard, via her earbud, to end her shower.
Ms. Americana teased aloud, “Time to find a real cock!”
She went to each jet console to turn off the spraying jets. When the water resumed gushing out of the faucet, she turned off the faucet.
The naked superheroine exited the shower. She grabbed a nearby towel to dry herself off.
While Ms. Americana was drying herself, her abductor reappeared at the bathroom doorway. He stopped the recording of the video camera.
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After the buxom superheroine had finished toweling herself off, her abductor--via the high-tech collar--kept Ms. Americana in a mind controlled state. She was not allowed to actively remember what she was doing.
With a towel wrapped around her long, wet hair, the naked superheroine found herself in a recording studio. She sat in an office like chair that had padding on the seat. The chair had no wheels, and firmly stood on its legs. Next to her was a studio quality microphone. A metal circle with a mesh of panty hose had been placed in front of the microphone to provide a better quality recording. Also near Ms. Americana was a high-definition flat screen.
In her earbud, the buxom brunette was allowed to remember the striptease that she done last night. The very special strip tease for her lover.
Ms. Americana was aroused right away! Her dark nipples hardened, while her clitty swelled. Her pussy became hot and moist. Her mind was flooded with the recollection of the striptease that she had done for her guy.
She listened to her abductor, via her earbud, to verbally comment on what she was watching. The buxom superheroine was commanded, via the high-tech collar, to provide audio commentary on what she watching. She was further commanded to not touch herself.
On the flat screen, Ms. Americana watched a replay of the strip tease that she performed last night. She smiled from ear-to-ear upon seeing herself, and didn’t question how the recording of her strip tease was done.
The naked superheroine immediately started her sexy commentary of her strip tease. She would provide a lot of detail, especially when she was gesturing or talking to her imaginary lover.
In the control room of the recording studio, her mysterious abductor smiled happily. He glanced down at the sound board to see if any of the sound levels needed adjusting. After he created a video with a dubbing of Ms. Americana’s commentary, he would be work on finishing the 4K disc to sell. A 4K disc that would be sold on the Dark Web to make him a lot of money.
He had spent the past few months creating the shell company that he would use for distributing the Ms. Americana’s 4K disc. He also had created other shell companies as the video studio, and as the payment processing company. He had hired a very good corporate lawyer to create all of these shell companies for him. If someone investigated these shell companies, they would not be able trace anything back to him. He made sure that he was only listed as an investor for the payment processing company, so that he could take out the earnings from the 4K disc sales.
If someone tried to sue these shell companies, these companies could either immediately claim bankruptcy or would have no liquid assets.
He had anticipated being sued for the release of Ms. Americana’s 4K disc. He knew that Wade Industries frequently sued on behalf of the buxom superheroine. Especially whenever an explicit video or explicit pictures of Ms. Americana was made available to buy, was updated to a website, or made available on a torrent site. Heck, Wade Industries would even sue any explicit content of Ms. Americana that was updated to a newsgroup! Otherwise, the Internet would have abundant explicit content of Ms. Americana.
He already had buyers on the Dark Web that were eagerly awaiting for him to sell the 4K disc of Ms. Americana’s strip tease. He was ruminating if Ms. Americana’s recent shower scene should be added to the 4K disc or not.
After setting up the selling and distribution of Ms. Americana’s 4K disc, he would be able to his own fun with the star spangled heroine.
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Throughout Delta City, the local regularly scheduled programming was interrupted with a special INN Report. TV screens switched to a beautiful blonde reporter sitting in the INN news studio. Even though her sexy body was partially hidden by the news desk, most viewers didn’t care that they couldn’t see her shapely hips and long legs. Viewers only cared that they could see her long, wavy blonde hair; and her very prominent breasts. The blonde reporter had been gifted a buxom even bigger than Ms. Americana’s bust. Her massive 39G breasts looked as if they would explode out of her white blouse, if she breathed too hard. Her black suit jacket concealed her pointy nipples that always poked into her bra.
She greeted, “Hello, I’m Tanya O’Donnell for INN. We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a special news report.”
“Well beloved Delta City citizen and CEO of Wade Industries, Brenda Wade, has been reported missing for several days. The absence of Ms. Wade from her company has caused panic in the stock market. The company’s stock has dropped twenty percent with doubt about Wade Industry’s leadership and earnings. The drop in Wade Industry’s stock has also led to another day’s loss in the stock market.
“Lydia Wills, adopted ward of Ms. Wade and executor of the Wade estate, has enacted a legal document to address the leadership at Wade Industries. This legal document has named former astronaut, and good friend of Ms. Wade, Kameron Drake as acting CEO of Wade Industries. The board welcomed Ms. Drake to the company, as her space exploration experience and research skills make her a good fit as acting CEO.”
On the TV screens, a small pop-up window appeared with a portrait image of Kameron Drake. The beautiful woman had blonde, neck length hair and hazel eyes.
Tanya continued, “The announcement of Ms. Drake as acting CEO of Wade Industries was well received in the stock market. The markets have already started to regain their loses. Wade Industries stock is also up today.
“INN will have a report in our regular news broadcast on Ms. Wade’s disappearance. I’m Tanya O’Donnell for INN. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.”
(Author’s note: Most of you should know that Tanya O’Donnell is Got Gal. Lydia Wills is Flag Girl, Ms. Americana’s frequent side kick. Kameron Drake is Omega Woman. All of these characters are created, owned, and copyrighted by Mr. X.)
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Later that evening, a beautiful blonde dressed in a black and green outfit walked through a junkyard. She held a small, but powerful, flashlight in her left hand.
The costumed maiden was the Green Specter. She had long, straight shoulder length blonde hair. The blonde detective also had hazel eyes. She was, perhaps, the least endowed out of all of the Delta City adult heroines with 38DD breasts.
Her costumed consisted of a green domino mask with the letter G on the forehead. The thin strips of her domino mask did little to cover her pretty face. Her costume continued with a thin green neck collar with a gold G in the center. She wore a one piece, strapless green leather bodysuit. A bodysuit that hugged her tightly, and that also contained her large juggs. She also wore a black, leather jacket and black, arm length gloves. She had added a black belt with utility pouches. Pouches that contained equipment to help with her crime fighting. Her costume was completed with black, fishnet stockings, and black boots.
She shined the beam of her bright flashlight upon the blackened and deformed remains of an automobile. Nothing had been striped from the charred vehicle. That told Green Specter that there was nothing salvagable from the destroyed car. The blonde detective crouched down to the left side of the burnt vehicle, and then examined inside the driver’s side door. She was hopeful to find something useful She soon found the small metal plate with the car’s VIN number.
“Ahh, ha. It’s still visible.”, Green Specter happily remarked.
She opened one of her utility pouches to pull out a piece of paper. The paper had the scribbling of a series of letters and numbers. Green Specter held the piece paper next to the still readable VIN number. A moment later, she confirmed that both combinations of letters and numbers matched each other.
The blonde detective hung her head in sadness.
“Damn!”, she cursed.
While seeming absorbed in her investigations, Green Specter still heard the running steps of someone approaching her. Her keen mind went through the possibilities of who could be approaching her. She expected the worst, and then readied herself for a fight.
The running footsteps stopped behind Green Specter.
A youthful female voice asked, “Is this her car?”
The blonde detective stood up, and then faced the young woman behind her.
The young girl was easily recognizable in her star spangled costume and blonde ponytail. She was Flag Girl, Ms. Americana’s well known side kick. She had modeled her costume after her mentor. Flag Girl wore a blue domino mask with a white star on the forehead. Despite her young age of 19, she had well developed 34D breasts that were held in place by her blue top. Her top was covered with white stars and bordered in gold. Neck and side straps kept her blue top on her. She wore red arm length gloves. Her skimpy red and white striped skirt added a cheerleader aspect to her patrotic costume. Like her mentor, Flag Girl also wore a golden belt that acted like a battery to charge up her superpowers. Her costume was completed with red boots.
Flag Girl stated, “This is the best lead we’ve had so far! Both Got Gal and Omega Woman flight path searches over Delta City haven’t found a thing to help us find Ms. Americana.”
Green Specter didn’t want to reveal what she had discovered, but she knew that Flag Girl deserved to know the truth.
The blonde detective placed a consoling hand on the young heroine’s shoulder.
Green Specter stated, “The information that Axanna Morgan obtained, through her vast information network, led us to the right to Ms. Americana’s car. This badly burnt and charred vehicle was Ms. Americana’s red sportster.”
Neither heroine found it strange that Green Specter had referred to Axanna Morgan, the blonde detective’s civilian identity, as another person. As superheroes, it was important to protect their secret identities as much as possible. When in costume, no Delta City heroine called each other by their real names.
Both heroines believed that finding Ms. Americana’s red sports car would yield more clues to the brunette superheroine’s whereabouts.
Finding that the red sportster had been destroyed by fire made Flag Girl conclude the worst about her mentor. In her mind, the young blonde imagined that Ms. Americana lay badly wounded somewhere. A place where vile villains constantly beat up the brunette superheroine. Or a place where her mentor was alone with life threatening injuries.
Flag Girl cried out in shock, “No!”
The young heroine banger her gloved fists against Green Specter’s shoulders in a mix of anger and denial. Luckily for the blonde detective, Flag Girl wasn’t hitting the older superheroine with her super strength.
A few moments later, Flag Girl collapsed against the blonde detective. The star spangled heroine sobbed uncontrollably. Her heart suddenly felt empty in not having Ms. Americana by her side.
Green Specter comforted the young blonde in her arms. Being a mother herself, the blonde detective wouldn’t know what to do if she had lost her daughter. She did her best to console Flag Girl.
The blonde detective mentioned, “I’ll have the car taken to Wade Industries for my forensics investigation. If the VIN number survived the fire, then I still might find something.”
Flag Girl sobbed, “But in the meantime?”
Green Specter soberly stated, “In the meantime, Ms. Americana is on her own.”