(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, the Queen of Justice, Amazing Babe, 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 3
Submission Date: April 12, 2019
Author: Kooster
Email: kooster69@gmail.com
Story synopsis: Ms. Americana spends time not under the control of the high-tech collar. Her mysterious abductor’s plans are fully revealed. Ms. Americana has some personal playtime as Brenda Wade.
Ms. Americana slowly awoke on a king sized bed. As she regained full consciousness, the buxom brunette enjoyed how soft and smooth the high quality cotton bedspread felt against her skin. She enjoyed how the fluffy pillow her head rested on. The plush pillow supported her head well without the discomfort of bending her neck awkwardly. Her sexy body was covered with a thin, white satin sheet. A sheet that covered the entire king sized bed.
She sat up in the large bed. Her movement caused the satin sheet to fall off of her. Ms. Americana couldn’t help moaning from the wonderful feeling of the smooth material sliding off her large, 38G breasts and her dark nipples. She gasped in embarrassment to see that she was completely naked.
Her hands instinctively groped her pretty face. The naked heroine sighed with great relief to discover that she still wore her bright blue face mask. As she still wore her face mask, Ms. Americana believed that her unknown abductor didn’t know her secret identity.
The question on why her unknown abductor wasn’t interested in her secret identity popped into her mind. Ms. Americana mentally put a pin in that question, as she had to find out where she was.
She scanned the bedroom to discover that there were no windows on the walls. The only natural light came through the skylight in the ceiling. Looking through the skylight, Ms. Americana could see that today was a sunny day with no clouds in sight. A light fixture was attached to each wall. The thick, lush carpet covered the entire floor. Next to her side of the bed was a small table. A table that could accommodate a room service tray. A TV remote was currently on the small table. The remote controlled a large 60-inch flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite of the king size bed.
The buxom superheroine saw the the bedroom door. The door’s handle, however, had been removed. Only a plus shaped notch remained where the door handle should be.
An doorless opening led to the washroom. Through the entryway into the bathroom, Ms. Americana could see a large mirror and a large sink.
The buxom brunette wanted to put on some clothes. She would be perfectly happy wearing a T-shirt and shorts right now. Something she could wear that could cover up her huge breasts and her privates. The buxom brunette, however, did not see a dresser or any clothes within the room. She instead improvised by grabbing the satin bed sheet off the large bed. Ms. Americana then wrapped the gigantic bed sheet around her sexy body to cover herself up. While the busty brunette had to deal with tugging around a long trail of the satin bed sheet, she was gratified in no longer being naked.
The Queen of Justice walked to the bathroom, as she need to urinate. Tugging around the large bed sheet was something she had fantasized about. A fantasy where she was at a far away, exotic locale with her lover. Unfortunately, she had to deal with the reality of being alone. Additionally, she sadly reflected that her busy life in her dual identities of Brenda Wade and of Ms. Americana didn’t allow herself to date.
There was one time where Brenda Wade auctioned herself off for a date at a charity function. She, unfortunately, was an extremely poor date. A horrible date, actually, where Brenda Wade only had time for one drink with her date.
The buxom brunette sighed upon remembering that brief date. She was saddened as she immediately found her date incredibly attractive. Her date had a smile that both made her feel instantly at ease, while also making her weak in the knees. Brenda Wade recalled how she couldn’t help herself from running her fingers through his thick, black hair. She also happily remembered how his ears turned red with the slightest touch of her fingers. For some reason, she found the reddening of his ears to be an incredible turn-on. He also had dark brown eyes that could look black at times. While her date was shorter than her six-feet one-inch height at five-feet eight-inches, he had a nice body with broad shoulders.
She also fondly remembered that her date always looked at her face. Unlike other men, she never found her date staring down and gawking at her huge breasts. For that brief time with her date, Brenda Wade was appreciated for her pretty face and not for her well-endowed bosom.
What was his name again?!? She mentally cursed herself in not being able to recall his name! Not remembering her date’s name was a sure way to never have a follow-up date.
Even worse, she couldn’t remember what his voice sounded like! Brenda Wade dealt with so many people each day as CEO of her own company. Her mind only retained a visual memory of a person from a first time visit. Her mind only cataloged a person’s voice, after repeated encounters with that same person. If there was ever an occasion where she and her dream date were in the same crowded room, Brenda Wade wouldn’t recognize his voice to know that he was there.
Ms. Americana closed her pretty blue eyes for a moment. She took a deep breathe, and then tried to stop thinking about her one-time date.
She mentioned to herself, “Okay, girl, shake it off.”
The buxom brunette walked to the toilet. She had to discard the large, satin bed covering to squat onto the toilet seat. Ms. Americana flushed the toilet after finishing her toilet time.
The still naked superheroine walked over to the bathroom sink to examine herself in the mirror. She noticed the thin, black leather collar around her neck. The Queen of Justice was more interested in the gold half of a heart with the word “I’m” engraved on it.
A lingering mind-control command made Ms. Americana see the illusion of the black collar and the golden heart. She could not see high-tech collar around her neck that put her under her unknown abductor’s control.
The brunette superheroine messed with her long, black hair. Her typically beautiful mane of hair was greasy and matted in places.
“I need a shower.”, she mentioned to herself.
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Ms. Americana blinked her pretty blue eyes. She gazed into the large bathroom mirror to discover that she had showered.
She also found herself dressed in an extra large T-shirt and gym shorts. The short sleeves of the oversized T-shirt went down to her elbows. While a good part of the T-shirt’s front was needed to drape over her gigantic 38G breasts, the bottom hem of the T-shirt still covered up her gym shorts. Even though she wasn’t aroused, her dark nipples protruded into the fabric of her top.
The T-shirt had an artist’s rendition of the brunette superheroine on front with the American flag in the background. Ms. Americana groaned upon seeing the unlicensed design of herself on the T-shirt that she wore. One of the drawbacks of being a superheroine is that you couldn’t prevent people and companies from selling unlicensed, non-pornographic merchandise of herself. The corporate lawyers of Wade Industries had informed Ms. Americana that she would have to reveal her secret identity to acquire the licensing rights to herself. At best, the Queen of Justice would visit some of the companies that made money off of her to donate some of their profits to charity.
Ms. Americana sighed, “At least I’m not naked anymore”.
She also felt that her stomach was full, but had no memory of eating.
“Holy justice! When did I eat?!? And what did I eat?!?”
The buxom superheroine quickly deduced what had happened to her. She had eatten, while still mind controlled by her mysterious abductor.
“Really?!?”, she complained loudly. “You have to mind-control me, when I eat?!?”
She stared at the large HDTV, and then waited for the flat screen to turn on. Typically, after Ms. Americana taunted her captor, the vile villain would appear on the HDTV for a long, pointless conversation. The buxom brunette used those conversations to extract more information about her location and about the mind-control technique used on her.
A minuted passed. The HDTV was still dark. Ms. Americana decided to stop waiting around.
“Okay.”, she admitted. “Whoever you are, you’re a lot smarter than any of the vile villains that I’ve fought. You might even be smarter than Amazing Babe. That was cheap shot. Everyone seems smarter than Amazing Babe.”
She glanced around the bedroom to see if anything had changed. The Queen of Justice spied that an open serving tray had been set on the bedside table. The tray had several bottles of water, a few diet soda bottles, a few snack sized bags of chips, a few snack sized candy bags, a bowl of green grapes, and a snack sized bag of cut carrots.
Ms. Americana remarked to herself, “Well, if I get the munchies before my next meal, I’ll have plenty to snack on.”
She sat on the king sized bed. The buxom superheroine grabbed the TV remote, and then turned on the large flat screen.
The HDTV powered on quickly. In a few seconds, a menu was displayed on it screen.
The menu reminded Ms. Americana of a hotel room’s TV menu. The screen menu that she looked at, however, had far fewer choices than what a hotel offered. The menu only provided two options. An option to watch TV shows and movies on a popular video streaming service. Another option free adult clips and screens on an adult video streaming website.
There were no options for the Queen of Justice to watch local news or cable news. She would never know what was happening out there.
Additionally, Ms. Americana discovered that the flat screen’s clock and calendar had been disabled. She had no way of knowing what time it was. She had no way of knowing the day of the week, or what month it was.
The buxom brunette sighed, and then opened the non-adult video streaming service. The video streaming service had the profile icon for only one user. A user named “A” with an icon image of a smiling girl with long, black hair. There was no option for Ms. Americana to modify the profile icon.
She used the TV remote to open the profile icon.
Ms. Americana went through the process to decide what to watch. After a few minutes of surfing through the available programming, she finally launched the first episode of a TV show’s first season.
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Meanwhile, Ms. Americana’s unknown abductor had been busy. Busy with his plan to make money.
Yesterday, he had spent the morning finishing the videos and creating the menus for the 4K disc of Ms. Americana. He let the test disc to be created during lunchtime. He didn’t need that long for the 4K test disc to be created, but he had other things to do during lunch.
During lunch, he used his smart device to control Ms. Americana via the high-tech collar that she wore. Under his mind-control, he disabled her from remembering anything. And then, he had the buxom superheroine shower and eat. He might be a bit excessive in having Ms. Americana mind-controlled during lunch. He couldn’t risk that chance that the superheroine would steal cutlery to either escape, or to create a weapon to use against him. He found it eerie eating in silence with the mind-controlled superheroine.
He gave the Queen of Justice an extra large, unlicensed T-shirt of herself and gym shorts. It was the best fitting clothing that he could offer to Ms. Americana right now. He had her colorful, skimpy costume in the wash.
In the afternoon, he thoroughly tested the 4K test disc. He confirmed that the 4K disc would play in a 4K player. He then verified that all of the menus worked as designed, and that all of the videos played correctly. For the commentary video, he made sure that the Ms. Americana audio commentary was in sync with the video of her strip tease.
By that time he was done verifying the 4K test disc, it was dinnertime. He once again put Ms. Americana under mind-control for her to eat dinner. He once again ate in silence with her.
Sure, he could keep Ms. Americana under his mind-control all the time. He, however, didn’t like that. If he had wanted a life size Barbie doll, he would have bought one of those realistic sex dolls. With his 4K disc nearly ready for sale on the Dark Web, he could go ahead with his next plans for the buxom superheroine.
After dinner, he started the process to mass produce 20,000 copies of the 4K disc of Ms. Americana. He had mass production machines that could produce 10 4K discs at a time. Over a 24-hour period, the machines could create around 1,440 4K discs. He also had to check the disc copiers every few hours to load in blank 4K discs, and for minor maintenance.
He had calculated doing a 20,000 product run would generate over one million dollars for him. Especially, if he auctioned off the last 100 4K discs. If he invested half of his earnings well, he could live comfortably for the rest of his life.
He spent the rest of that evening checking and double checking the shell companies that would be involved with the shipping and with the payment processing in selling Ms. Americana’s 4K disc.
He didn’t bother or worry if someone would create pirated or home use videos from the 4K disc. Someone would find a way, and then post that process all over the Internet.
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Ms. Americana had finished binge watching her third TV show on the video streaming service. She had consumed all of the healthy foods on today’s serving tray, and had drank all of today’s bottled water. The buxom superheroine had managed to resist eating any of the candies, and hadn’t drank any of the sodas.
She was dressed in another oversized and unlicensed T-shirt of herself. This front of this T-shirt had an image of her standing in her heroic pose. And ironically, the elbows of her image were directly over her dark nipples. The front of the T-shirt had the words “Here comes Ms. Americana”. From the bedroom mirror, she was able to see the image of her rear profile on the back of the T-shirt. The back of the oversized garment also had the words “There goes Ms. Americana”. Ms. Americana also wore fresh gym shorts commando style.
On the first day of captivity, the buxom brunette actually enjoyed the time by herself. It was refreshing for her in not having to deal with the day-to-day operations and issues of Wade Industries. Ms. Americana wouldn’t admit it, but it was very relaxing for her in taking a break from crime fighting.
On the second day of captivity, Ms. Americana slept without being awoken by an alarm clock. She overslept, and then woke up late in the morning. The brunette superheroine could tell that it was late morning, as the sun was almost directly overhead the bedroom’s skylight.
To make herself feel better for oversleeping, the buxom superheroine did some calisthenics. She started with a series of push-ups. After doing several reps of push-ups, Ms. Americana was sweating. She saw her T-shirt absorb the wetness and stank of her sweat. Not wanting to wear a smelly T-shirt for the rest of the day, she removed her T-shirt. The Queen of Justice finished her exercise routine with a few more push-up reps.
Each time she lowered herself to the lush, thick carpet, her gigantic breasts were squashed underneath her. Her dark nipples disappeared into the carpet. The thick carpet fibers poked into her large, circular dark areolas and titty flesh. Ms. Americana did her best to block out how the lush carpet was pleasuring her dark nipples and huge, 38G breasts. Despite her Herculean effort to ignore her sexual arousal, she felt a tingle in her bare mound. She also felt her pussy become warm and moist.
Ms. Americana stopped doing push-ups. She didn’t stop due to the slight soreness in her wrists, biceps, ankles, and thighs. She ceased her push-ups to end the arousal of her massive breasts and dark nipples. The lush, thick carpet had aroused her twin teats to their one-inch tips. Her cunt now felt like a warm oven. Her bare muff had juiced enough to provide ample lubrication for something to deeply penetrate her sex. Her clit had swollen into its button sized shape.
While sitting upon the lush carpet for a brief respite, Ms. Americana spied the TV remote on the king sized bed. She then glanced at the large, 60” HDTV. The buxom brunette remembered that an option to watch porn clips was available. She lightly bit into the bottom of her luscious ruby lips, while she pondered the temptation to watch porn.
Ms. Americana, due her heroic code, would never succumb in willing watching porn. Her alternate identity of Brenda Wade could.
The Queen of Justice removed her bright blue face mask. She then tossed her heroic mask to the open bathroom doorway.
Brenda Wade deftly peeled off her gym shorts. She also tossed her bottoms to the bathroom. The now naked brunette quickly hopped onto the king sized bed. She grabbed the TV remote, and then turned on the large flat screen.
Without any hesitation, Brenda Wade opened the adult video streaming app. The HDTV screen was filled with thumbnails of porn clips. Each thumbnail also had a brief description. Her pussy burned with the need to be fucked! Without a dildo or a man’s thick, hard cock available, she needed to watch porn of a woman being fucked.
The naked brunette navigated the TV cursor to the search field. She then used the TV interface to type in the name of a well hung male pornstar. Her search request yielded several porn clips of the guy. Brenda Wade clicked on the thumbnail that showed his long, hard cock penetrating a woman’s bare cunt.
In a few seconds, the porn clip played. The video started right away with the large head of the guy’s foot long cock pushing past the swollen labia of a woman’s bare cunt.
Brenda Wade moaned, “Oh fuck, yes!”
Her thoughts drifted to an occasional sexual fantasy that she had. A fantasy would having sex with her one-time date. Despite only having time for drinks during their only date, the buxom brunette remembered seeing the outline of his erection in the crotch of his dress pants. An erection, possibly not full yet, that showed the bulge of a six-inch cock.
She imagined her dark haired man to have a full erection of at least eight inches, and a girth where could still wrap her hand around his entire shaft.
The naked brunette further imagined herself to be the female pornstar in the video. And that her one-time date was the male performer.
The male pornstar’s bulbous head looked humongously large against the lady’s seemingly tiny pink opening. Her pussy hole briefly resisted his entry. Luckily, her cunt was incredibly wet to either juicing so much or from the addition of lube. The woman’s inner pink stretched open. And then the well-hung man’s gigantic head slipped into her. From off-camera, the female pornstar gasped and grunted from the initial penetration of the tip of her co-star’s monster-sized dick. One of her hands immediately ran down to her cunt. Her fingers furiously rubbed her clitty in an attempt to keep herself aroused.
Seemingly without any concern for the well being of his female co-star, the well-hung male pornstar pushed more of his thick shaft into her. The first few inches of his mammoth cock disappeared into his co-star. Her cunt was stretched out even more by his thick shaft. She first shrieked out from the discomfort in not being used to such a gigantic cock. Her panting was heard off screen, as she frantically tried to get used to his wide girth.
Brenda Wade lustfully blurted out, “Yes! Get your hard cock in me!”
The porn scene was really helping the buxom brunette indulge her sexual fantasy! Her breathing had quicked, while her sexual arousal increased. One of her hands was groping and squeezing one of her massive breasts. Her other hand was rubbing her button sized clit. The entrance to her pussy was glistening with her juices. Juices that were nearly ready to ooze out of her. She felt her orgasm building up inside of her.
In the porn scene, the well-hung male pornstar had pushed half of his foot long shaft into his co-star. Off-camera, the female performer panted while also grunting from the discomfort in having her pussy stretched out so much! She could occasionally be heard cursing. One of her hands was pressed along his pelvis. A sign that female pornstars used to tell their male co-star to slow down, or to stop entering her.
There was a weird video edit, and then the sex scene continued. The scene still was a close-up of the well-hung guy’s massive cock fucking his co-star. Her pussy and his shaft was covered in an excessive amount of lube. Obviously, the director had stopped filming the scene so that more lube to be used.
Brenda Wade watched the porn scene intently. Finally, the well-hung guy had pushed all 12 inches of his gigantic cock into his co-star’s seemingly tiny cunt! The female performer wailed, when her pussy was completely stuffed with her co-star’s one-foot cock!
“Fuck yes!”, she happily exclaimed. “All the way inside of me!”
The buxom brunette squeezed her massive tit hard, while also rapidly rubbing her engorged clit. Her titty flesh had turned white hot underneath her poking fingers. Her clitty and her labia were red from her frantic pussy rubbing. Some of her sweetness had oozed out of her.
The naked brunette was making her own sounds of sex. The rubbing of her wet cunt lips resounded. Her moaning became louder the closer she orgasm approached. Her fast breathing caused her buxom bosom to rapidly rise and fall.
The porn scene briefly switched to show the male pornstar’s face. He had a greatly satisfied grin from ear-to-ear. His body briefly shook from the pleasure he felt from completely burying his monster sized phallus into his female co-star.
The camera switched to a face close-up of the female pornstar. Her face had the completely opposite reaction to her co-star. Her eyes were tightly shut. The pearly white of teeth were seen as she gritted her teeth. She was coping with the pain in both having her pussy walls stretched out more than they ever had before; and in having inner depths of cunt penetrated for the first time.
Without any concern for the well being of his female co-star, the male pornstar lived up to his reputation in immediately pounding her cunt. He supported himself with his arms, and then quickly pulled most of his long shaft out of her pussy. His shaft glistened with lube. Her pussy lips clung to his cock. Like a spear hitting its target, he strongly thrust himself back into her!
The female pornstar’s pretty eyes opened wide in shock, when she felt him slam back into her! Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream.
Brenda Wade loved it!
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
One her hands was roughly mauling both of her gigantic breasts. Her fingers repeated dug into her titty flesh, and then left behind red marks. Her other hand was frantically rubbing back and forth over her button sized clitty. Her pussy rubbing had spread her juices all over her bare mound.
The porn scene continued to where the male pornstar continued his seemingly inhuman pace of ramming his foot long cock in and out of his co-star like a battering ram. Underneath him, the female performer had her hands balled into tight fists. She was nearly hyperventilating from her co-star’s savage fucking. When she had enough breath, she would spout out curse words.
A few minutes later, the porn scene switched to a close-up of his cock fucking her pussy. His shaft seemed to be devoid of any lube. The female pornstar’s cunt glowed red all over.
After a minute or two of the cock-pussy close-up, the camera zoomed out to a body shot of both pornstars. The male performer was sweaty in how much effort he put into fucking his co-star. The female pornstar still didn’t look like she was enjoying herself.
Brenda Wade was so close in cumming! She desperately held back her orgasm, so that she could cum when the sex scene finished.
“I’m going to cum! Going to cum! Cum for you, baby!”
A minute or so later, the male pornstar pulled out of the woman’s seemingly destroyed cunt. The lube had stuck her labia to her inner thighs. His monster sized cock had stretched her muff so much to where her inner pink hole remained open. Her pussy, and the surrounding area, was crimson red. The tip of the guy’s foot-long cock was coated a sheen of pink with stripes of red.
Brenda Wade blurted out, “Fuck, baby, yes! Yes!”
The naked brunette knew that the pink and red mix on the well-hung guy’s cock meant that he had torn the female pornstar’s pussy. The female co-star’s mound inside and out would be incredibly. In addition to not being able to have sex for a few days, she might also be walking funny.
The male performer quickly moved, until his rock hard manpole hovered over the face of his pretty co-star. He hurriedly stroked himself to trigger his ejaculation.
The female pornstar’s eyes widened in shock, upon seeing her co-star’s gigantic dick over her face. She yelled out a curse word, and then closed her eyes tightly shut.
Just as the female pornstar closed her pretty eyes, her co-star groaned. He grasped his thick shaft tightly. A moment later, the first powerful jet of his ejaculate streamed out of his bulbous head and then spattered in her eyelids. He stroked himself a few more times to finish cumming. The male pornstar managed to spurt out another strong jet of his cum into her face.
The porn scene ended with the female performer’s face completely covered in her co-star’s cum. And then the scene went black.
Upon seeing the male pornstar cum, Brenda Wade stopped holding back. She simultaneously roughly pinched one of her swollen, dark nipples and pinched her engorged clit!
“Yes, yes, yes!!! I’m cum--!!! Cumming!!!”, the buxom brunette wailed in ecstasy.
Her pretty blue eyes rolled back, while her mouth gaped open. Her sexy body shook as her orgasm exploded within her! A moment later, she jutted her shapely hips forward. Her inner pink hole opened wide, and then she squirted out a powerful stream of her juices! The clear jet of her squirt arced to the end of the king sized bed.
Brenda Wade’s buxom body rolled from side to side as she squirted.
“Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!”
After she finished squirting, her cunt still spasmed open and close. The contractions of her inner pink hole pushed out of her white, feminine jizz. In a few moments, the outside of her cunt and her labia had traces of creamy white.
She smiled happily to herself, while enjoying the europhia in cumming.
During her intense orgasm, Brenda Wade had been roughly tugging on her swollen, left nipple. After she had finished cumming, the naked brunette sensed a warmth extruding from her dark, left nipple. She glanced down to her left tit to discovered that breast milk was flowing out of her. A white trail trickled down her left breast.
“Oh shit, I’m lactating again!”
If anyone was in the same room as Brenda Wade, that person would have expected the buxom brunette to blurt out “Great liberty!”. The Queen of Justice had mentally trained herself to consider Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade as separate parts of herself. Separate aspects of herself with different mannerisms, behaviors, and speech.
One of the side effects in having her Aphrodite superpowers is that she could lactate, when her large breasts were stimulated enough. Rough breast play and nipple tugging always triggered her breast milk production.
More than one vile villain had discovered her ability to lactate. Ms. Americana had been captured several times with the intent to harvest her breast milk.
Some of her fellow Delta City heroines, like Green Specter and Omega Woman, knew of Ms. Americana’s ability to lactate. Both fellow superheroines had suggested to the Queen of Justice to donate her breast milk to a breast bank. While this idea would help out many babies that needed breast milk, Ms. Americana considered this kind of donation could expose her dual identities. She would have to maintain a regular breast milking schedule. A schedule that would interfere with her crime fighting duties. If it was known that both Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana lactated, it would be another clue to link her dual identities together.
Brenda Wade felt a slight relief in her left breast, as she had partially relieved the pressure in her left boob. Her right tit tingled in pain from the fullness of the breast milk that need to be released.
The buxom brunette forced herself to stand. Her legs felt a little weak as she walked to the bathroom. Brenda Wade not only needed to shower again, but she also need to completely drain her twin orbs of their breast milk.