(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, 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 5B1
Submission Date: May 29, 2019
Author: Kooster
Email: kooster69@gmail.com
Story synopsis: Like many of Mr. X’s stories, here’s the Bad Ending to this story. The first three paragraphs are the same ones in part 5A, and then diverges to the Bad Ending. For those of you who have read Mr. X’s Bad Endings, then you know that Ms. Americana will have a brutal demise.
Ms. Americana lay impatiently on the king sized bed. Her pretty blue eyes gazed at her guy. The horny superheroine watched excitedly as he peeled off his white bathrobe.
With his bathrobe gone, she could finally see Joseph completely nude. The Queen of Justice could tell that her guy worked out. Working out to stay as fit and muscular as an Olympic athlete. While the dark haired guy didn’t have bulging, Herculean-like muscles, his arms and legs were well toned. He had a flat tummy that showed the outline of his ribs.
He had traces of bodily hair on his arms, and on his thighs. His chest, stomach and calves were covered in black hairs. Just enough to make him manly, at least to Ms. Americana, without looking like a hairy beast. His back was completely devoid of body hair.
The buxom superheroine noticed that her naked man held his smartphone in his hands. She suddenly became very worried on why Joseph had his smartphone.
Ms. Americana inquired, “Joseph, what are you doing--?”
The naked heroine never got to finish her sentence.
On his smartphone, Joseph pressed the Send button of the high-tech collar’s app.
The high-tech collar around Ms. Americana’s neck sent out a mild electrical current. The buxom superheroine went in a trance-like state, as she--once again--was under the dark haired man’s mind control. She stopped speaking. Her pretty blue eyes glazed over. The naked superheroine could no longer over fret over her milk filled breasts.
The mind controlled Ms. Americana turned to lie upon her stomach. She moved her muscular arms behind her back. And then, the naked superheroine criss-crossed her wrists. Her gigantic, 38G breasts were mashed against the bed, and then pressed into cake-like layers. Her engorged, teat-like nipples were squished as well.
Unknown to her dark haired captor, the mashing of Ms. Americana’s humongous breasts had an unintended effect. Compacting her twin boobies against the bed forced the release of her breast milk. It was as if two hands were squeezing her large udders.
Heat surged through the naked superheroine’s squashed breasts. The heat from Ms. Americana’s fresh breast milk flowing from the center of her boobies, and to her milk ducts. Warmth then enveloped her engorged nippes.
Despite the fact that her teat-like nipples were mashed against the bed, Ms. Americana’s breast milk streamed out of her dark nipples.
The mind controlled superheroine could not stop the bed underneath her prone body from being soaked with her fresh milk.
Joseph delightfully commented, “Excellent.”
He grabbed the cloth rope from his discarded bathrobe. The dark haired man then bound Ms. Americana’s wrists together with his cloth rope. He tied the two cloth ends together into a tight knot. There was ample lengths of the cloth rope left over.
By this time, the buxom superheroine’s expelled breast milk was visible to her captor. The outer edges of her massive, squished udders were dark with the soaking of her fresh milk.
Joseph, however, was too busy with his smartphone to notice that Ms. Americana was lactating. He pressed the Release button on the high-tech collar’s app.
The high-tech collar encircling Ms. Americana’s neck emitted another low level electrical pulse.
The blank stare disappeared from the buxom superheroine’s face, as she regained her senses. Ms. Americana immediately noticed that was now lying on her tummy. Additionally, she noticed that her arms were tied behind her back! And lastly, her pretty blue eyes widened in shock that she was lactating!
The bound superheroine then moaned softly from the pleasure of endorphins surging through her. Endorphins released, while she lactated.
She then struggled against the cloth robe tightly tied around her wrists. Without her golden power belt, however, she lacked her super-strength to tear off the tied piece of cloth.
Ms. Americana realized that she had just become Joseph’s captive. She closed her pretty blue eyes in disappointment. The bound superheroine felt an incredible sadness about Joseph, and then reigned in her tears.
Ever since their one-time date, the buxom brunette had believed that Joseph was incredibly fond of Brenda Wade. Ms. Americana just needed to make Joseph realize that she was Brenda Wade. And then he would see her as the woman he affectionately desired. A fondness that might led them in becoming lovers. Instead, Ms. Americana faced the reality that she was going to be used and abused like a whore.
At that moment, the buxom brunette’s heart broke. She no longer cared for the dark haired man. Ms. Americana now held utter contempt and disgust for Joseph. She considered him just as vile as the criminals and villains of Delta City.
Joseph sneared, “Fuck, yes! I have you just where I want you, Ms. Ameri-tits! I’m going to so enjoy this.”
In the next moment, Ms. Americana felt the dark haired man climb onto the large bed. And then felt him behind her.
The bound superheroine was still lactating. She now felt her stomach warm and wet from her expelled breast milk.
The dark haired man tied the remaining lengths of the bathrobe’s cloth belt around Ms. Americana’s upper tights. He then pulled the cloth strips taunt. This forced the upper part of the buxom brunette’s legs toward her stomach. And then the bound superheroine was forced to bend her knees. Joseph then knotted the cloth strips around her thighs.
Without using the mind control of the high-tech collar, Ms. Americana not only had her arms tied behind her back. Her long, muscular legs were now kneeling on the large bed. This position fully exposed her bare snatch, and her asshole.
The naked superheroine’s kneeling position also forced her to lift her stomach away from the bed. Her tummy glistened with a sheen of her breast milk. The large, dark stain of her expelled milk was now blatantly visible underneath her.
Her kneeling position squished her massive, 38G breasts even more against the bed. The increased compacting of her large, twin mounds also sped up her lactation.
The faster expelling of Ms. Americana’s fresh milk also increased her bodily release of endorphins. The feminine part of her wanted to lose herself in the euphoria in lactating. Her heroic self fought against the endorphins.
Joseph now noticed the large stain of Ms. Americana’s expelled breast milk.
“Milk?!?”, the dark haired man commented aloud. “So the rumors are true! Ms. Ameri-tits lactates!”
Joseph's very announcement in discovering that Ms. Americana lactated shocked her out of her euphoria.
“Great liberty!”, she blurted out in shocked.
She then blushed with embarrassment. Embarrassment that her dark haired captor had learned another of Ms. Americana’s secrets.
Joseph roughly grabbed onto the long, thick mane of Ms. Americana’s dark hair. He then yanked hard with his hand to force the buxom superheroine’s face towards him.
The bound superheroine cried in pain. She felt as if her lovely hair was going to be pulled out of its roots.
Her pretty blue eyes burned with flames of hatred at her captor.
The dark haired man asked, “What makes you lactate, Ms. Ameri-tits?”
Ms. Americana snarled back, “Bastard! I’ll never tell you!”
Joseph stated in disapproval, “Tsk. Tsk. Such fire! Oh well, there’s always one way I can make you talk.”
He released the bound superheroine’s long, dark hair. Joseph then reached for his smartphone that was nearby.
Ms. Americana yelled out in panic, “Don’t!”
The dark haired man pressed the Send button, once again, of the high-tech collar’s app.
The high-tech collar around the buxom superheroine’s neck sent out another low level electrical current. The electric discharge went into Ms. Americana’s brain.
Ms. Americana’s lovely blue eyes glazed over. Her pretty face became a blank expression. She was again under the dark haired man’s mind control.
Joseph inquired, “What makes you lactate, Ms. Ameri-tits?”
She was immediately forthcoming with the answer.
The naked superheroine stated, “I lactate after having an intense orgasm.”
He asked, “Is there a limit on how many times you can lactate?”
She answered, “No.”
“Are there any side effects in making you lactate?”
“Making me lactate for long periods of time can temporarily deform my breasts.”
“Deform how?”
“Like deflated balloons.”
Joseph briefly considered what Ms. Americana had just revealed to him. Many men, including himself, liked that the Queen of Justice lactated. He personally found it annoying that the buxom superheroine would lactate after making her have a mind-blowing climax.
The high-tech collar’s mind control made Ms. Americana say and do anything. The dark haired man wondered if the high-tech collar could imprint permanent commands, responses, and behaviors upon the buxom superheroine?
He decided to test the limits of the high-tech collar.
Joseph commanded, “Ms. Ameri-tits. You will no longer produce fresh breast milk after having an intense orgasm. Instead, you will produce fresh breast milk after you hear the words ‘Milky cow maid’. And you will also sound out one moo. This change will be permanent, even when you’re not under the high-tech collar’s mind control.”
Upon hearing her captor’s command, Ms. Americana’s pretty blue eyes rolled back. And then her eyelids fluttered rapidly for a few seconds.
“Great liberty!”, the mind controlled superheroine cried out.
Her naked, bound body thrashed wildly for the next few seconds. Ms. Americana looked as if she was having an epileptic fit.
A few seconds later, the bound superheroine lay still.
Joseph used his smartphone to disable the high-tech collar’s mind control over Ms. Americana.
The dark haired man grabbed onto the naked superheroine. He then flipped Ms. Americana onto her back.
The buxom superheroine grunted. Her tied arms were pinned underneath her.
Her gigantic, 38G breasts glistened with a sheen of her recently expelled breast milk. Her dark nipples had shrunk back down to swollen buds.
Joseph then forced Ms. Americana to an upright position.
Due to her bondage, the naked superheroine rested upon the front of her calves and on her knees. Her gigantic, 38G breasts were firm globes upon her chest, while remaining upright to defy the pull of gravity. Part of her long, lush hair was matted to her face. Her lovely blue eyes were not obstructed by her messy hair.
Ms. Americana angrily glared at her captor, like a bull that was ready to charge.
And then everything went black for the buxom superheroine.
**********
Ms. Americana blinked her pretty blue eyes, as the regained her self-awareness. She still found herself in her upright position. Her arms were still tied behind her back with the cloth bathrobe belt. The same cloth belt was still tied around her thighs. She rested on her knees and the front of her calves, upon the large bed. The buxom superheroine was completely naked, except for her bright blue domino mask and her thigh-high red stockings.
A few things had changed. There were now a pair of plastic, partially translucent cone-like objects latched onto her gigantic, 38G breasts. The large plastic devices encased her dark nipples, and part of her big, circular areolas.
Ms. Americana felt the vacuum pressure that kept the plastic, cone-like devices latched onto her dark areolas. Her areolas had turned red around the outer edges of these plastic devices.
The bound superheroine swayed her torso in attempt to dislodge the large plastic devices from her breasts. Her attempt was in vain. The vacuum pressure was too strong for her.
She saw plastic tubes attached to the end of the plastic devices. The tubes snaked into a mechanical device. The mechanical device had an electrical cord that went into the bathroom. The plastic tubes ended into a five gallon container.
The mechanical device hummed from being in standby mode.
The sound of a running portable generate could be heard behind the closed bathroom door.
Ms. Americana felt, within the plastic devices, suction that tugged upon her dark nipples. The tugging had elongated her nipples into teat-like tips.
The suction upon her engorged nipples confirmed to Ms. Americana on what was going to be done to her. She had experienced the same with other mechanical devices, and wicked plants.
She also felt an earbud in her right ear. And the bound superheroine spied several high-definition video cameras around her. Video cameras that were recording full body and close-up views of her.
The helpless superheroine assumed that she was going to be put under her captor’s mind control again.
Ms. Americana was taken completely off guard, when she heard her captor’s voice via the earbud while had all of her faculties.
His spoken words were, “MIlky cow maid.”
“Mmmoooooo!”, the bound superheroine bellowed.
“Great liberty!”, she gasped in shock. “What’s happening to me?!?”
She found herself producing fresh breast milk! Ms. Americana didn’t understand how this was happening. She only knew that her milk production was triggered upon her having an intense orgasm.
Unlike a normal woman, Ms. Americana produced a full amount of breast milk in seconds. She grunted from the sudden heaviness and warmth of her milk filled boobies.
A moment later, a remote signal fully activated the mechanical milking pump. The pump surged with powerful suction.
Ms. Americana gasped upon feeling the ends of the plastic devices tighten around her large areolas. And then, she felt her teat-like nipples tugged within the plastic devices. The tugging milked her massive, twin udders.
The bound superheroine felt her breast milk rapidly spurt out as powerful streams from her dark nipples. She felt as if her teat-like nipples were ejaculating multiple times.
The powerful and intense milking of her gigantic breasts resulted in a tsunami-like release of endorphins within her. She had never experience such a strong euphoric before. The pleasure put Ms. Americana in a drug-like haze. She went into a semi-conscious state. A state where she was barely aware of her surroundings, and of what was happening to her.
The plastic device and plastic tubes were translucent enough to see Ms. Americana’s breast milk flowing inside of them. In the twin plastic devices, the powerful streams of her breast milk could be seen spattering. Her fresh breast milk could be seen flowing through the plastic tubes.
The five gallon container had a flow meter. The flow meter indicated if the container was being filled with breast milk or not.
Within a minute, the mechanical milking pump had depleted Ms. Americana’s first batch of breast milk. This was seen, when the flow meter registered a zero flow rate.
The bound superheroine’s massive juggs remained firm and upright.
A moment later, the milking machine hummed softly from being switched into standby mode.
Via the earbud in her right ear, Ms. Americana once again heard the words, “Milky cow maid.”
“Mmmoooooo!”, she cried out.
Just like before, the buxom brunette grunted from the rapid production of a fresh batch of her breast milk.
“Great.”, she softly muttered. “Liberty.”
The mechanical milking pump surged back to life to resume its strong suction. Suction that would quickly drain Ms. Americana’s milk filled udders.
She remained in the drug-like state of euphoria from the overwhelming release of her endorphins.
Being kept in a pleasurable, drug-like state prevented Ms. Americana from counting how many times she had been milked. She just had the awareness in mooing like a cow over and over again.
Some time later, the mechanical milking pump turned off completely. A clear window on the side of the five gallon container showed that it was full of Ms. Americana’s breast milk.
The bound superheroine had seen better days. The continued milking of Ms. Americana’s gigantic, 38G breasts had taken their toll. Her formerly firm and upright juggs sagged as two large ovals. Twin ovals that also looked partially deflated. Gravity now pulled sad looking breasts downward.
If the buxom superheroine was conscious, she would have cried out that her breasts were ruined.
In a few hours, Ms. Americana’s Aphrodite healing ability would restore her sagging breasts back to their nearly perfect globes.
Ms. Americana looked like a mindless zombie. Drool escaped from the sides of her luscious lips. Drool that had dribbled down the sides of her face, and then dripped onto her sagging breasts. Her pretty blue eyes stared into the distance.
In his control room, Joseph smiled happily to himself.
He loved that the high-tech collar could permanently change Ms. Americana to his whims.
The dark haired man also had another video of Ms. Americana. A video that he would make into a fetish Blu-ray to sell on the dark web.
**********
Ms. Americana slowly opened her pretty blue eyes, as she regained consciousness.
The buxom superheroine found herself lying on back on the large bed.
Her arms had been pulled to the edges of the bed. Thick vinyl straps bound her wrists.
Similar vinyl straps were secured around her thighs and ankles. The leg straps had been positioned to force her legs to be bent, and to be pushed against her. Her bare mound and her tight, puckered asshole were exposed, and completely vulnerable.
The bound superheroine felt herself sexually aroused. Aroused with the same level of excitement Ms. Americana had just before she would privately masterbate. Her dark nipples were swollen into pointy tips. Her clit had swelled into its button-like bud, while also popping out of its fleshy hood. Her inner pink was hot and wet. She felt some of her clear sweetness oozing past her puffy pussy lips.
Ms. Americana tried to calm herself down by thinking about boring stuff. She thought of herself in her civilian identity of Brenda Wade. And then with Brenda Wade stuck in a boring corporate meeting at Wade Industries.
Previously, imaging herself in a corporate meeting would ebb her sexual arousal.
This time, however, the bound superheroine discovered that her sexual arousal didn’t abate. Quite the opposite was happening! Ms. Americana found herself desiring to suck on a hard cock, or wanting someone to lick at her burning hot snatch.
“Great liberty! What’s happening to me?!?”, she gasped aloud.
Ms. Americana was completely unaware that her captor had imprinted another permanent behavior upon her, via the high-tech collar. The buxom brunette would now get incredibly horny whenever she was naked, or whenever she saw someone else naked. And she could not do anything to abate her sexual arousal.
The buxom brunette heard her captor’s voice in the room.
Joseph wickedly remarked, “Lovely. And your cunt is so fucking wet!”
In another moment, the dark haired man was crouching over her. His thick cock was fully erect.
Ms. Americana surprised herself by licking her luscious lips. She desired his big, thick cock in her mouth, in her juicy mound, or in her behind.
“Sweet liberty!”, she gasped in shock and surprise.
Joseph had pressed the bulbous head of his rock hard cock against her juice-coated and puffy cunt lips.
Ms. Americana had taken aback by the huge head of his phallus! She, of course, had been fucked by men with long, thick cocks. And even had gigantic sex toys stuffed into her bare muff. She had even experienced double vaginal, and double anal penetration. To her, at least, the tip of the dark haired man’s erection felt like a baseball bat!
With the head of his phallus that big, the bound superheroine worried about what the thick girth of his shaft would do to her!
At the same time, due to a combination of her Aphrodite gene and of her new sexual arousal, Ms. Americana found herself getting aroused by the touch of the dark haired man’s erection against her sex. Her inner pink was full of her juice. Her erotic self wanted him to plunge his gigantic cock into her.
The Queen of Justice tried to verbally demand for her captor not to fuck her. Ms. Americana, however, could not say anything to make him stop!
She braced herself for the brutal fucking of her bare muff. The bound superheroine tried not to tense up. Tensing up would make her pussy walls contract. And then, having a tight vaginal passage would result in a torn pussy. Ms. Americana didn’t want any internal bleeding.
Ms. Americana noticed the dark haired man using his smart device again.
A second later, her mind believed that there was now a ball gag in her mouth! A ball gag, however, had not actually been strapped to her face. The bound superheroine realized that she was being subjected to mind control again. Her lips stretched open from the stuffing of a ball gag. Ms. Americana actually felt a ball gag pushing her tongue back. She also felt her teeth biting against the imaginary object. An excess of saliva was forming in her mouth. She had difficulty talking coherently. She also found herself breathing more heavily through her nose.
Joseph approvingly stated, “Nice. That will keep your sanctimonious mouth shut.”
She pleaded, “Plueeze! Be ghentell!”
Joseph deliberately teased, “What was that, Ms. Ameri-fuck? Are you asking me something?”
The dark haired man couldn’t help himself from laughing at how incoherent the captive superheroine sounded. He cackled like an evil clown.
After Joseph had finished laughing, he flashed a wicked grin at the buxom brunette.
Without warning, he speedily thrust all 10 inches of his rock hard cock into the bound superheroine’s glistening cunt! The combination of the vast accumulation of Ms. Americana’s pussy juice, and of her heightened sexual arousal allowed his gigantic cock to plunge all the way into her!
“Ggguuuhhhaaadddeeessssss!!!”, Ms. Americana wailed loudly.
The bound superheroine wiggled wildly, underneath the dark haired man, from the horrific pain pulsing from her pussy walls! She felt as if she had been torn in two!
The pain of losing her virginity paled in comparison to the agony that throbbed from her pussy. The buxom brunette had balled her hands into tight fists. Her fingernails dug into her palms. Her pretty blue eyes were tightly closed. Salty tears were escaping through her tear ducts. Her teeth bit down hard upon the imaginary ball gag in her mouth.
The captive superheroine instinctively moved from side to side in a desperate attempt to free herself from Joseph’s monster sized cock. The bondage straps made it impossible for Ms. Americana to slip away.
The buxom brunette felt a constant flow of liquid within her vaginal depths. She wasn’t sure if the liquid was her juicing; or if the liquid was her blood.
Ms. Americana felt no relief, when Joseph pulled out of her. Her vaginal walls remained stretched out, instead of concontracting back. It was as if her captor’s thick cock had broken the elasticity within her. She felt the mushroom-like head of his manpole rubbing against each inch of cunt walls.
She saw her pussy lips seemingly hold onto the dark haired man’s thick shaft. The bound superheroine failed to see the tip of Joseph’s cock leave her sore muff.
Ms. Americana’s lovely blue eyes widened in shock to see traces of red and globs of pink along his thick shaft. Seeing red and pink told the buxom superheroine that his seemingly monstrous cock had torn her pussy.
She blurted out a muffled plea, “Sutop! Plueeze, sutop!”
Joseph glanced down upon his manpole to see the traces of Ms. Americana’s blood and inner pink upon him.
He wickedly taunted, “Looks like I just tore your cunt, Ms. Ameri-tits! Awesome. Makes me feel like I just took your virginity.”
Joseph tensed up. The muscles in his arms flexed and bulged.
A moment later, the dark haired rammed all 10 inches of his thick, hard manpole back into Ms. Americana!
Wham!
The force of his thrust resounded with the slapping of his groin against the buxom superheroine’s pelvis.
Slap!
“Aaauuuggghhh!!!”, Ms. Americana screamed.
The bound superheroine felt as if a gigantic spear had just plunged into her! Despite her sexual arousal and the ample amount of her juices, her cunt burned and throbbed from the renewed penetration of her captor’s monstrous cock!
She felt a fresh flow of warm liquid within her inner depths. Ms. Americana, since her captor had torn her pussy, realized that Joseph’s monstrous sized cock had renewed her vaginal bleeding.
Joseph boasted, “So fucking tight!”
A moment later, the dark haired man pulled all the way out of Ms. Americana’s battered cunt. He enjoyed seeing a fresh coating of red and globs of pink along his thick shaft, and coating the bulbous head of his cock.
He licked the tips of his fingers on his left hand. The dark haired man then used his left fingers to strum Ms. Americana’s button-sized clit.
The buxom superheroine’s lovely blue eyes widened from the pleasure in having her clitty played with.
“Swhaeat liberty!”, Ms. Americana incoherently sputtered.
Her pearly white teeth clamped down, once again, upon the imaginary ball gag within her mouth.
Joseph expertly massaged the bound superheroine’s engorged love button. He seemed like a masterful violinist playing his instrument. Each passing of his fingers over Ms. Americana’s huge clit caused her to tremble with pleasure.
The helpless brunette briefly forgot where she was. She briefly didn’t remember the pain of her torn snatch. Ms. Americana was lost in the erotic pleasure of having her clit played with. Each strum of her captor’s fingers over her sensitive love button brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
The dark haired man relished how his playing with Ms. Americana’s engorged clit was going to make her climax. He pressed down with his fingers to apply some pressure to her huge love button. His finger movements quickened to keep pace with the horny superheroine’s rapid breathing.
“Guahessss!”, Ms. Americana gasped out in ecstacy.
The buxom superheroine’s beautiful face and upper chest were flushed red. Her long, lush black hair was a matted mess across her face, and over her bare shoulders. Her massive, 38G breasts swiftly heaved up and down from her panting. Her dark nipples had swollen to pointy tips.
Joseph found the fingers of his strumming hand coated with a sticky, clear sheen with streaks of red. He smiled in realizing that Ms. Americana’s hot, drenched cunt was pushing out a mix of her juices and of her vaginal bleeding.
Ms. Americana was so close in cumming!
When the buxom superheroine was close to orgasm, she could not control herself from encouraging her sexual partner to make her climax. Ms. Americana’s forced sex with Joseph was no exception.
The buxom superheroine’s inability to stop herself from talking, just before she climaxed, is one reason why most criminals and villains thought that Ms. Americana was a wanton slut.
She lustfully demanded, “Duhon’t sutop! Muhake me cuhum! Plueeze muhake me cuhum!”
Drool trickled out the sides of Ms. Americana’s mouth. Trails of her saliva streaked down the sides of her sweaty face. Her sexy, naked body twisted on the large bed as she neared the peak of her orgasm.
Joseph’s left hand was a blur of motion, while he moved his fingers back and forth quickly over the horny superheroine’s engorged clit. The constant flow of Ms. Americana’s clear juice and vaginal blood made his fingers very slick.
Ms. Americana incoherently panted, “Cuhum!”
The dark haired man suddenly had a wicked thought on how to make the bound superheroine climax.
For the briefest of moments, Joseph stopped pleasuring the buxom superheroine’s large, button sized clit. He used his thumb and index finger of his right hand to savagely pinch the base of the horny superheroine’s clit! His pinching fingers mashed the base the horny superheroine’s clit into a thin strip.
“Aaauuuhhhaaahhh!!!”, Ms. Americana shrieked in pain.
An unbear hurt, like nothing the buxom superheroine had ever experienced before, pulsed from her now seemingly crushed clitty! The incredible pain caused Ms. Americana to bite down harder upon the imaginary ball gag in her mouth. Her pretty blue eyes shut tightly. Tears trickled out underneath her eyelids. She involuntarily arched her back upwards, while also flexing her pelvis out.
Joseph marveled at how Ms. Americana’s pinched clit nearly looked like a tiny cock. Her blood rushed into the end of huge love button. And then the tip of the buxom superheroine’s clitty swelled to rememble the head of a cock.
Not missing a beat, the dark haired man resumed to rapidly strum the swollen end of the Queen of Justice’s clit.
Unknown to either Joseph or Ms. Americana, the swelling of the buxom superheroine’s clit into a bulbous head had an unintended side effect. The swollen end of her clitty was now hyper-sensitive. A sensitivity like in the fairy tale of the princess who could tell if a pea was three mattresses underneath her.
In other words, the slightest strumming across Ms. Americana’s swollen clit would make her climax.
The dark hair guy used his left hand to strum his fingertips over the swollen end of the bound superheroine’s cock-like love button.
“Ggggguuuuuhhhhh--!!!!!”, Ms. Americana loudly gurgled.
The stroking of the buxom superheroine’s now hypersensitive clitty brought her to climax. An incredibly power orgasm that had been building, since their foreplay. Intense pleasure flooded her sexy, sweaty body. Her lovely blue eyes opened wide.
For the first few seconds in cumming, Ms. Americana was completely paralyzed by the first tsunami of her orgasmic release. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe.
Joseph didn’t relent from his combination of torturing and in pleasuring the buxom superheroine. His right fingers still tightly pinched the base of Ms. Americana’s abused clitty. The base of her flattened love button had turned white hot. The seemingly balloon looking end of her clit was crimson red. His left fingers never ceased in strumming the extremely swollen end of Ms. Americana’s clit.
The constant rubbing of the bound superheroine’s hyper-sensitive clit made Ms. Americana climax again!
The bound superheroine incoherently screamed, “Cuhumming!”
Her second orgasm erupted with the buxom superheroine, at least to her, before her first climax had ended.
“Cahan’t sthop! Cuhmming! Cahan’t sthop!”, Ms. Americana cried out.
The bound superheroine was experiencing a non-ending orgasm. She was breathing as fast as a marathon runner. A sheen of sweat coated her sexy, naked body. Ms. Americana would jerk violently, when a new wave of orgasmic pleasure pulsed through her. Her arms and legs strained against her bonds.
Ms. Americana’s hot, drenched pink hole spasmed during her seemingly non-stop orgasm. Her pussy contracted, and then gaped open again. A thick, raspberry creamsicle ooze was pushed out of the horny superheroine, each time her cunt opened up. The creamsicle was a mix of Ms. Americana’s clear sweetness, of her vaginal blood, and of her feminine jizz.
After a few minutes, neither the Queen of Justice nor the dark haired man knew how many times that Ms. Americana had orgasmed. Her bare snatch and inner thighs were coated with a white and red sheen her creamsicle-like ooze. Marbled white and red droplets dripped from her ample butt cheeks. A pool of seemingly melted raspberry ice cream had formed underneath the buxom superheroine.
Joseph was drunk from the power he had over Ms. Americana. His dominance over the Queen of Justice increased his brutality towards her.
His right fingers remained locked in their claw-like pinching at the base of Ms. Americana’s huge clit.
His left fingers stopped strumming the extremely swollen end of the buxom superheroine’s love button. The dark haired man used his left fingers to tightly pinch the over-inflated end of Ms. Americana’s clitty. He pinched hard, like someone trying to pop an over-ripe acne.
“Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhaaaaahhhhh!!!!!”, Ms. Americana wailed at the top of her lungs.
Intense pain flared through the captive superheroine! She felt as if her clitty was going to burst! Her sexy, sweaty body jerked wildly from side to side from the waves of extreme pain assaulting her. Ms. Americana jerked around like a human-like Mexican jumping bean.
At the same time, the mind-blowing pleasure of her many successive orgasms was still overwhelming Ms. Americana. With her captor no longer strumming her abused love button, she had reached the peak of her multiple orgasms.
Ms. Americana couldn’t stop herself from jutting her pelvis into the air.
The sudden motion by the Queen of Justice forced the dark haired man’s fingers to slip off of her clit.
The buxom superheroine’s drenched cunt gaped open. And then a powerful and violent spray erupted from her urethra! At the same time, the final creamsicle-like ooze of Ms. Americana’s juices and vaginal blood spewed forth.
Joseph gawked as a jet, at least to him, of raspberry colored gelatin sprayed out of Ms. Americana.
The powerful spray spurted past the end of the bed, and then onto the plush carpet. The air was filled the sweet smell of Ms. Americana’s pussy juice and of her feminine jizz.
“Ggguuuhhhaaaddd--!!!”, the Queen of Justice cried out.
The bound superheroine’s pelvic and glute muscles tensed, while she continued to squirt like a fire hose.
A few seconds later, Ms. Americana collapsed upon the large bed. Her ample butt cheeks rested in the pool of her vaginal blood and pussy juice. Her sexy, sweaty body shivered from the aftermath in cumming so hard. The bound superheroine desperately tried to move her hands towards her drenched cunt.
Ms. Americana panted heavily to regain her breath. Her lovely blue eyes were barely open.
Joseph found that his erection never abated. He lust had not been quenched.
The dark haired man’s eyes noticed the rosebud of Ms. Americana’s anal ring. Her forbidden opening looked like a closed flower.
Another wicked idea entered Joseph’s thoughts.
He roughly yanked a handful of Ms. Americana’s long, lush hair. The dark haired man yanked on the buxom brunette’s dark mane to bring her face closer to him.
Joseph then whispered into Ms. Americana’s ear.
He whispered, “Now, Ms. Ameri-tits, I’m going to take your infamous ass.”
The bound superheroine’s pretty blue eyes widened in shock, after hearing his words.
She incoherently pleaded, “Plueeze, nuho! Duhon’t!”
Joseph deliberately taunted, “Oh yes!”
He crouched over Ms. Americana once again.