Title -- Ms. Americana: The Toy Master, Part 1
Author -- Kooster
email -- kooster69@gmail.com
Publishing month/year -- 09/2020
Disclaimer note: Ms. Americana, Brenda Wade, Professor Whirter, Delta City, and all other heroines and aliases mentioned herein are the copyright of Mr. X.
A white haired man of average height stood alone in one of Delta City's bigger graveyards this night. While the evening clouds blocked the moonlight from providing any illumination, the LED lantern at the old gentleman's feet bathed himself and a three foot area around him in light. The lantern's light even reflected off his circular eye glasses.
He pulled his long white lab coat tighter to his thin frame. And then, he softly cursed at himself for not wearing a jacket this evening. Despite how many years he had lived in the United States, his voice still had a trace of a German accent.
The old man glanced at the square shaped face of his analog watch. He noticed the time was nearly 11 p.m.
He grumbled to himself, "When is she going to get here? I have important things to do tonight."
A sweet sounding female voice teased, "Oh come on, Professor Whirter, your evening pornography can wait a little longer."
The professor whirled with surprising quickness for his seemingly old age to face the woman. The light of his LED lantern glistened on the lenses of his wide brimmed eye glasses. His face was flushed red in slight anger that he was being teased about watching X-rated videos.
Upon facing the 6'-1" tall brunette, his didn't glanced up at her pretty face. Instead, he looked straight across at his eye level to see the most perfect set of 38G breasts. Buxom boobies that were barely concealed by the skimpiest red-white-and-blue patriotic bikini top. The color top that was worn by Delta City's greatest heroine, Ms. Americana. At the bottom of his vision, he could see the light of the LED lantern glistening off of her golden power belt.
The bright illumination of his LED lantern allowed him to see her big nipples poking into the fabric of her bikini top. From the many times that he had provided medical assistance to her, Professor Whirter knew that only a well padded bra could fully hide away her big teats. He secretly hoped that the night air was cold enough to perk up her big nipples.
"Eyes up here.", the buxom brunette remarked. While her voice still sounded sweet and energetic, she spoke like a parent scolding her child.
The professor sighed with a mix of sadness and of delight in his voice. His sadness came from not being able to gaze at Ms. Americana's perfect twin orbs. He could spend hours admiring her 38G breasts, especially if the Queen of Justice removed her skimpy bikini top for him. While he was many years older than the costumed brunette, he was still a horny and very sexually capable man. In frequently treating buxom super-heroines like Ms. Americana, Got Gal, and others, no one should be surprised that the professor relieved his cum-filled balls by frequently watching porn.
His delight came from hearing the costumed brunette talk to him again. Professor Whirter loved hearing the sound of her voice. He cherished the times, when Ms. Americana chatted with him whenever she visited his laboratory.
With child-like reluctance, the white haired professor looked up at Ms. Americana's beautiful face. Her bright blue domino mask disguised her secret identity, but had big eye openings to fully see her pretty blue eyes.
Ms. Americana inquired, "Why are we here, professor, in a graveyard during the middle of the night?"
Professor Whirter cleared his throat, and then elaborated on why he had asked the costumed brunette to meet him out tonight.
He related aloud that they were at the grave of one his colleagues, Professor Puppenmacher, who had died several weeks ago from a tragic lab accident. For many years, ever since graduate school, he and Puppenmacher competed fiercely with each other.
The Queen of Justice interrupted, "Wait a minute, professor. If you and Puppenmacher were rivals, why haven't I--or Got Gal--heard about him until now?"
Professor Whirter couldn't help himself from mentally noting how expertly Ms. Americana pronounced the deceased professor's name. He felt his blood rush to his shriveled penis in being sexually aroused that the buxom brunette, possibly through a college education, was fluent in German? He imagined Ms. Americana calling him "Herr Professor" in a flawless German. He then imagined the tall super-heroine saying "Ihre schwanz" for "your cock" to him in German. He couldn't stop himself from shivering as a pulse of sexual arousal went down his spine. And then, he felt a drop of his precum escape out of him.
Ms. Americana raised a questioning eyebrow and then asked, "Are you okay, professor?"
The dirty old man snapped, "Ja, Ms. Americana. Just chilly."
The professor continued elaborating that he was visiting his colleague's grave, when he noted that's clearly evident with all of the loosened up soil that someone had dug up and then re-buried the grave.
Then costumed brunette inquired, "Are you sure, professor?"
Before the white haired professor could answer, he watched Ms. Americana crouch to better inspect the disturbed dirty. His eyes inadvertently focused upon her lovely, bubble-butt behind. The colorful, but seemingly floss-like, strip of the buxom brunette's bikini bottom concealed her backdoor and her privates. Professor Whirter couldn't help himself from gaping upon seeing her pretty ass. He felt as if the bottom of his jaw had plummeted to the ground, while simultaneously feeling as if his eyes were going to explode out his eye sockets! He could hear his heart pounding faster. All of this caused his concealed phallus to swell to a partial erection.
He blurted out in excitement, "Mein gott!"
Without turning back to look at Professor Whirter, Ms. Americana asked, "What was that, professor?"
"Nothing!", he immediately responded. He hoped that he was masking his libido enough from the crouching super-heroine.
The Queen of Justice commented, "At times like this, I wish I had X-ray vision."
Professor Whirter agreed aloud, "Me too!"
Ms. Americana hypothesized aloud on the several possibilities on why someone would dig up a dead person.
The dirty old professor was barely listening. Professor Whirter was playing out a sexual fantasy in his mind.
He imagined himself flinging open the front his lab coat. And then, Ms. Americana was crouched before him. Her red gloved hands fearfully trembled as she unzipped him. He imagined that the buxom super-heroine had no choice but to release his raging hard-on. He next fantasized that his now full erection was freed from its confines. And like many men, who want to have a bigger penis, he imagined that he had a foot-long cock. He saw Ms. Americana's pretty blue eyes widen in shock, upon seeing his monster-sized erection. He then heard the buxom super-heroine gasp in shock. She even brought one her red gloved hands to cover her gaped open mouth.
He felt his heart beat faster, upon seeing and hearing Ms. Americana's demure surprised reaction to his manpole. The old professor, however, wanted much more from her! He was delighted to see that the brunette super-heroine kept her eyes fixed upon the swollen head of his rock hard cock.
Professor Whirter teased, "You know you want it, liebchen."
Ms. Americana blushed with embarrassment in how direct the white-haired man was with her. She sheepishly admitted, "Yes, I want it."
He demanded, "Not 'it', Fraulein Americana. 'Cock'."
The seemingly demure scantily clad brunette softly muttered, "Cock."
The professor put a hand to his ear to feign that he hadn't heard her. He growled, "Vas, Schlampe?!?"
(Author's note: Schlampe is one way to say "slut" in German.)
Ms. Americana gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat. She spoke in a louder voice, "Cock."
Professor Whirter commanded, "Again!"
The buxom super-heroine repeated, "Cock."
In his sexual fantasy, the dirty old professor was pleasantly surprised to discover that Ms. Americana had leaned forward to where her luscious, ruby lips were inches away from the tip of his cock. He imagined that he could feel the heat of her nervous breaths cascade over his bulbous head.
His sexual fantasy continued, where the well rumored sexual arousal of Ms. Americana increased the longer she stared at his massive erection. The professor imagined that the kneeling super-heroine licked her ruby lips, as a sign that she desperately wanted to suck him off. He fantasized that he looked down to see the wetness glisten on Ms. Americana's partially open mouth.
The dirty old professor commanded, "Suck me, Schlampe!"
He fantasized that the buxom brunette--like the slut she's rumored to be--wrapped her red, velvet-like lips around the tip of his cock.
"Sch!", he exclaimed. The horny professor also felt his now full erection twitch, as a bigger glob of precum ejaculated out of his hard member.
Reality returned as Ms. Americana asked, "Is something wrong, professor?"
"Nothing, liebchen.", Professor Whirter nervously stammered. He dug his hands into the front pockets of his lab coat, and then pulled the front of his long coat tighter around him. The white haired man hoped that his lab coat would conceal his throbbing erection, while also preventing the smell of his precum from permeating the night air.
The buxom super-heroine stood up, while rubbing her palms together to remove the dirt that had accumulated on her red gloves.
Ms. Americana then noticed how Professor Whirter looked. She mistook his tightened lab coat and his embarrassed expression that he was suffering from the chilly evening.
She stated, "Professor, go home. I'll contact the police to get a forensic team to examine Professor Puppenmacher's grave."
The old professor responded, "Yes. Good, good. I will contact you, if I hear something anything more about my colleague's grave."
The Queen of Justice gave him a friendly wink. She then called out, "Up, up, and away!" With her long, muscular legs--which were enhanced from her Aphrodite gene and her golden power belt--Ms. Americana leapt into the night sky. The buxom super-heroine arced high up into the darkness as if she was really flying, and then she landed atop the nearest building.
Professor Whirter hurried to his car. He desperately wanted to get back home as quickly as possible, so that he could watch some porn to relieve his aching erection.
* * * * * * * * * *
Several weeks had passed since Ms. Americana's evening graveyard meeting with Professor Whirter.
During that time, the Delta City police had exhumed Professor Puppenmacher's coffin. Upon opening the coffin, they found that the deceased professor's body was still inside the coffin. Seeing the professor's body seemingly untouched inside his coffin, the Delta City police buried him again. And then, closed the case as some kind of college prank.
Ms. Americana had requested a copy of the police file. She personally found it odd that someone would dig up a dead man's grave, do nothing to the deceased, and then re-bury the grave. The buxom super-heroine was thankful that the forensic team had taken photos of the deceased professor.
Sitting at the computer console inside her secret lair, Ms. Americana looked through the photos. She grunted in disgust that the photos of the dead professor's arms, legs, and body still had his clothes on. The Queen of Justice was tempted to ask the police to exhume his body again, and then undress him, so that photos of his naked body could be taken. Most likely, however, there was no way the Delta City police would disturb Professor Puppenmacher's grave again.
The buxom brunette stared intently at the photo of the dead professor's head. Her pretty blue eyes noticed something.
"What is this?", she muttered to herself.
Ms. Americana grabbed a nearby magnifying glass. And then, she held the magnifying glass above the forehead of the deceased. And she saw it!
"Great liberty, what is that!"
A fresh incision had been cut across the dead professor's forehead. Someone had performed some intricate suture work to hide this cut.
Ms. Americana didn't need the aid of the Green Spectre to deduce that someone had cut open the professor's head, and then--in the most likely scenario--had taken his brain.
While the Queen of Justice had a theory that Professor Whirter was right that something afoul had happened to Professor Puppenmacher's corpse, she had no suspects.
"Time to look for some clues."
* * * * * * * * * *
Later that night, Ms. Americana drove her upgraded red sporty HEV--short for hybrid electric vehicle--to the Professor Puppenmacher's former laboratory. The costumed brunette hadn't requested a warrant from the Delta City police to search the lab. Like several other times before, she could always ask forgiveness for illegal trespass.
A corner of the lab had been complete obliterated. The exposed gap of the building was covered with police tape, and several hazmat warning signs had been posted. The Queen of Justice ignored the hazmat warnings, and then slipped through the police tape.
There was a full moon tonight, which provided Ms. Americana ample light to navigate her way around the destroyed laboratory. She refrained from using her super-strength to shift around the broken columns and other large debris. While she was Delta City's Most Famous Super-heroine, that didn't give her right to do whatever she wanted whenever she felt like it.
The buxom super-heroine was not too thrilled at what she saw. Whatever had caused the explosion had destroyed just about everything in the professor's lab. She considered it a miracle that Professor Puppenmacher's body had remained intact, instead of being blown to bits.
Out of the corner of her vision, Ms. Americana caught sight of a red glow.
"Hello? Is someone there?", she called out.
She looked around the perimeter, but saw nothing.
From her left side, the buxom super-heroine heard something being released from a high compression device. And then, the sound of a rope whipping through the air. In the next moment, her left wrist had been lassoed by thick rope that had fired into the distance!
"Great liberty! Something's ensnared my left arm!"
Ms. Americana instinctively tugged her left arm in an attempt to free herself. The costumed brunette strained harder with her super-strength, but to no avail!
"I can't...!", she grunted. "I can't free myself!"
No normal person could counter her super-strength. Her mind raced through the possibilities of what known villain or villainess had the ability to counter Ms. Americana's super-strength.
The sound of the high compression device, along with the thick rope, triggered a costumed hero's M.O. from her memory.
The Queen of Justice called out, "Okay, Dark Knight, you can show yourself."
Ms. Americana next expected a cowled and caped costume crime-fighter appear out of the darkness, but no one appeared before her.
"Liberty bells!", she exclaimed in the realization of her predicament.
She then tried to pry off the thick rope with her right hand. Ms. Americana was too focused on freeing herself, when the blasting sound of the high compression device was heard again! Just like before, a rope whipping at high speed whistled through the air. The second thick rope lassoed around both of Ms. Americana's wrists!
The patriotic costumed brunette called upon her super-strength to snap apart the thick rope that encircled both of her gloved wrists. She felt the rope tear slightly, but not rip apart as she had expected.
"Great liberty, why didn't the rope tear apart?!?"
From the exposed seam within the thick rope, something glistened from the moonlight. Ms. Americana glanced down at the torn rope to discover a metallic core within it. The rope's metallic core showed no signs of damage from her super-strong flex of her powerful arms. With her Aphrodite super-strength, she can easily break apart ordinary steel. Her mind raced with what could be stronger than steel! Her memory from a college chemistry course--taken in her civilian guise of Brenda Wade--recalled that a titanium alloy or tungsten was stronger than steel.
Ms. Americana could focus all of her super-strength to break apart the metallic core of thick rope around her gloved wrists, but she couldn't afford to do that. The twin ropes attached to her were trying to pull her towards the darkness of her unknown assailants. She had to spend part of her considerable strength to prevent herself from being yanked towards her attackers.
Whoever was trying to capture Ms. Americana, they were doing a good job in keeping the Queen of Justice too busy to figure who if her unknown assailants were one or more of Delta's City's existing villains; or someone new threat.
Despite her precarious predicament, Ms. Americana was always confident in her super-powers and abilities to win the day. While she carried an signaling device--which would transmit an emergency signal to Got Gal, Omega Woman, and the Green Spectre--tucked behind her golden power belt, the brunette super-heroine easily forgot about her signal device during combat.
The ensnared super-heroine called upon her super-strength to tug against the twin set of thick ropes around her wrists! Unlike other Delta City heroines, Ms. Americana's super-powers were available from the stored energy in her golden power belt. The longer she used her super-strength or super-speed, then the more she depleted the storied energies in her belt of power. When Ms. Americana had completely drained her golden power belt, then she could no longer use her super-strength and super-speed.
After a few minutes, the buxom super-heroine felt some slack in the thick ropes. She was reeling in whatever was attached to the twin ropes.
"Ah-ha, I have you now foul villain!"
Before Ms. Americana could further pull in her unknown assailant, she heard the deep resonance sounds of a grenade launcher being fired several times. And then several small metal canisters landed never her.
"Great liberty! Now what!"
Upon landing, all of the metal canisters made hissing noises as they released a mysterious green colored gas into the air!
"Gas! No, not gas!"
The green gas emitted by all of the small canisters combined into one gigantic gas cloud. In moments, as if the green wisps had become alive, the huge gas cloud had risen up to Ms. Americana's waist!
The Queen of Justice proclaimed in distress, "Sweet liberty! Must get away from this gas!"
Unfortunately, the tugging from the thick ropes around Ms. Americana's wrists prevented her from escaping. A few moments later, the giant, green gas cloud had completely enveloped the ensnared super-heroine!
Ms. Americana held her breath in attempt to avoid breathing in the unknown gas! She had not taken in a big gulp of fresh air beforehand, so her lungs were only partially filled with good air.
The sound of the high pressure launcher was heard again. And, once again, a thick rope whistled through the air at great speed towards the captive Ms. Americana. The gas cloud had become as dense as pea soup thick fog. The thick, green fog made it impossible for the Queen of Justice to see what was happening around her. The third thick rope landed squarely between the valley of the buxom super-heroine's gigantic 38G breasts!
Being hit by a fast moving projectile caught Ms. Americana completely off-guard. While her super-invulnerability protected the costumed brunette from any physical harm, the impact pushed her back a few inches and then made her lose her breath! The ensnared super-heroine was forced to breath in some of the unknown green gas!
Ms. Americana closed her mouth again, but the damage was already done. The green vapors seeped into her lungs. She could literally feel the unknown gas being absorbed into walls of her lungs. And then, she instinctively coughed as a reflex to expel the gas from her lungs. Coughing only made the ensnared super-heroine breathe in more of the thick, green cloud.
"Great...>cough<...liberty! >cough< The gas! >cough<"
In a few moments, the unknown gas effected Delta City's Most Famous Super-heroine! Ms. Americana felt her mind beginning to dull. She found it more and more difficult to think with each passing second. Her sexy, buxom body felt heavier as well. She couldn't concentrate to tap into her Aphrodite super-strength.
A more seconds later, her powerful arms dropped to her sides. She found it incredibly difficult to stay standing. Ms. Americana also felt her eyelids become very heavy. Her mouth gaped open, and then she breathed in ample amounts of the strange green gas. The corners of her vision were going dark.
The ensnared super-heroine believed that she could see a pair of glowing red eyes within the green cloud. And then, the sleepy brunette believed that she could hear a menacing laugh coming from within the thick fog.
A few moments later, the Queen of Justice completely blacked out. Her sexy, unconscious body dropped to the dirty floor with a heavy thud.
The unknown assailant had completely defeated Ms. Americana.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ms. Americana found herself standing on a layer of pure white clouds. Her pretty blue eyes saw the same clouds cascading all around her. She also noticed the sun shining above her.
She frowned in confusion. The buxom super-heroine recalled that she was somewhere else. Her memory was fuzzy, and then she had a hard time recalling recent events. A brief memory of a place during the night flashed into her thoughts. Instead of the sun, Ms. Americana believed that she should be staring at the moon.
The costumed brunette tested the layer of white clouds underneath her by taking a carefully placed step forward. She discovered that her red boot didn't sink into the cloud.
The Queen of Justice could have walked around to discover her new surroundings. While she always enjoyed the thrill of discovery, something in the back of her mind screamed at her that there were important things to do.
Ms. Americana tapped into the energies of her golden power belt to amplify her voice. She bellowed out with a megaphone effect, "Whoever you are, show yourself!"
Augmented by her Aphrodite powers, her sweet voice reverberated loudly like a bullhorn.
A moment later, a bright sphere of light appeared a few feet before Ms. Americana! The brunette super-heroine used the back of her red gloved hands to shield her blue eyes from the intense light.
The nearly blinding sphere of light dimmed and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Ms. Americana could tell that someone was now standing before her. She was blinking her eyes to clear her vision of the colorful spots caused by the blinding light.
When her vision had cleared, the patriotic costumed super-heroine saw another woman standing before her. Ms. Americana gasped at how beautiful the stranger was! She stared in awe at the unknown woman who was perfect in every way! The perfectly beautiful woman made Ms. Americana, who many considered a bodacious babe, look like an average lady.
The stranger had long hair that shimmered like gold, while flowing like a calm stream. That same golden hair cascaded over her front to conceal most of her perfect breasts. Breasts that were firm and upright without any hint of sag. The blonde woman's only clothing consisted of two items: a gigantic, but still incredibly fresh, fig leaf that somehow covered her privates. And a golden tiara adorned with a blood-red ruby in the center.
Ms. Americana gasped, upon realizing who was before her! She blurted out, "Aphrodite!" And then, the buxom super-heroine knelt respectively before the goddess.
Like other Delta City heroines, Ms. Americana had the Aphrodite gene that gave her super-powers.
The Queen of Justice could tell that Aphrodite was speaking to her, but couldn't hear anything.
Ms. Americana mentioned, "Goddess Aphrodite, what are you saying? I can't hear anything..."
Upon asking that question, the buxom super-heroine felt herself regaining consciousness.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ms. Americana groggily awoke from the unknown green gas that had knocked her out. She immediately felt the effects of the knock-out drug infused into the green gas. Her mouth was dry, where it would take a while for her saliva to counter her cottonmouth. Her head ached with a slight headache, mostly due to the low oxygen she suffered when her lungs were filled with the green gas instead of fresh air. Her limbs were feeling less and less like heavy weights with each fresh breath she took.
The buxom super-heroine expected her pretty blue eyes to be blinded by bright light, but she instead found herself looking into darkness. She could feel that some kind of googles had been placed over her eyes.
She could also feel that earbuds had been inserted into each of her ears. Ms. Americana concluded that a virtual reality device had been placed upon her face.
The Queen of Justice tried to move her arms and legs, but couldn't. She could feel metal against her bare wrists and ankles, where she realized two things. Someone had removed her red gloves and her red-and-white boots. And that the metal was shackles that immobilized her arms and legs. The brunette super-heroine tried calling upon her Aphrodite imbued super-strength, and then strained against the metal shackles. Her action only resulted in the metal biting into her smooth skin.
"Damn Hades!", Ms. Americana cursed in frustration. "What's happened to my super-strength!?!"
The scantily-clad brunette concluded two scenarios on why she had lost her super-strength. Either someone had removed her golden belt of power, or the energies storied within her power belt had been completely drained. Ms. Americana dismissed the removal of her golden belt, as she had added a biometric lock to the back of her power belt. She had become sick-and-tired on how someone could use the slightest tug to take off her golden belt. And then, the biometric lock--which needed her thumb print--was the only way to remove her power belt.
"Liberty bells!", Ms. Americana cursed aloud. "Did I forget to recharge my golden belt?!?"
The buxom super-heroine was too obsessed investigating the mystery on what had happened to Professor Puppenmacher's corpse, where she forgot to recharge her power belt. The only way Ms. Americana could recharge her golden belt was playing with herself, until she had an orgasm.
Ms. Americana mentally focused upon her golden belt to gauge how much stored energy was stored with it. And then, discovered that her power belt was like a completely dead battery!
"Caught, yet again.", she cursed aloud.
At that moment, Ms. American winced as her pretty blue eyes were assaulted with the illumination of LED screens. She had expected herself to be looking into the screen of a VR device or a HUD--short for heads up display. Instead, she found the activated screens perfectly fit over her eyes. These kind of screens, the bound super-heroine understood, were cutting edge technology. Cutting edge technology beyond what even Wade Industries could provide.
Ms. Americana then heard the voice of a man speaking to her via the ear buds.
The stranger asked, "Are you receiving me, fraulein?"
Despite the person's heavy German accent, the audio quality sounded as if he was right next to her. She found it difficult to determine his age. He didn't sound like an old man to her, nor did he sound like a geeky teenager to her.
She instinctively responded by speaking, "Yes, I can hear you."
"Excellent.", he happily stated.
Ms. Americana rebuked, "Are you one of those vile villains, who's captured me to force yourself upon me?!? And then, fulfill your vulgar sexual fantasies upon me!?!"
He sincerely stated, "Nein, nein. I am genuinely hurt that you think so lowly of me, Fraulein Americana! I am not some dirty old man. I have no intentions in treating you like some cheap Schlampe. I hope that you can serve a much greater purpose for me."
"Dirty old man?", Ms. Americana mumbled to herself.
Before the Queen of Justice could ruminate further, the LED screens of her VR device displayed something.
She gasped in shock, upon immediately recognizing what she saw! And blurted out, "That's me!"
And before her pretty blue eyes, Ms. Americana saw a photo-realistic--and perfect replica--of her costumed self! Her other self had her eyes closed.
The captured super-heroine muttered, "What...!?! What's happening to me?!?"
In the next moment, instead of just watching herself on her VR screens, the buxom brunette felt herself being drawn into the same virtual reality space of her clone. And then, Ms. Americana found herself facing face-to-face with herself!
She babbled aloud, "Great liberty! What?!? What just happened to me? How am I face-to-face with myself?!?"
The German stranger stated as a disembodied voice, "There is no need to fret, Fraulein Americana. You are in my virtual space."
Ms. Americana mumbled in confusion, "Your virtual space?"
Forgetting that she was shackled down, the costumed brunette brought her hands before her beautiful face. And, despite being in virtual reality, her hands looked perfectly normal.
The Queen of Justice excitedly said to herself, "I can move again!"
In the next moment, Ms. Americana tried to run away from her cloned self. Unfortunately, despite how much she pumped her muscular legs, she couldn't feel the friction of her still bare feet against a floor. The brunette super-heroine stopped trying to run, when she realized that wasn't moving.
Her unknown captor spoke again, "Nein, nein, fraulein. Must I remind you that this is my virtual space? I have complete control in what happens here."
Ms. Americana asked in an angry tone, "How did you create a clone of me?!?"
He rhetorically asked, "Ah, do you like? I am delighted that you and the Nightmare Witch are perfect twins of each other! I'm very proud at how well her body scan turned out."
The buxom super-heroine cried out in shock, "Great liberty! The Nightmare Witch?!? Did that vile villainess have you capture me, so that she could reign terror in Delta City?!?"
"Nein, nein,", the German stranger reassured. "You must calm yourself, Fraulein Americana. The Nightmare Witch and I made a deal. She allowed me to scan her beautiful body, while I agreed to let her become one of my financial partners. I was the one solely involved in bringing you here."
He stated, "And now, it is time for your other self to awaken."
In the next instant, Ms. Americana's clone opened her blue eyes. The clone's face was devoid of any emotion, or even the spark of life. The duplicate stared blankly at Ms. Americana.
The brunette super-heroine waved one of her hands in front of her clone's face. Her double neither reacted, nor blinked. Her clone seemed to have no acknowledgment of her surroundings.
The German stranger sighed, "As you can see, Fraulein Americana, while I can create an exact body duplicate of yourself; I do not have the means to create sentience."
He stated, "That is why I acquired..."
Ms. Americana angrily snarled, "Captured, don't you mean?!?"
He conceded, "Very well, captured you.
"I need to run a panel of...", he mentioned.
He paused, as he searched for the right way to say. "...examinations on you."
The captured super-heroine hissed, "Examinations?!? What does that involve?!?"
The German stranger spoke like a parent scolding his child, "I am tired of your questions. Time for me to start."
He stated, "Now, let's start by getting rid of the costumes."
Ms. Americana protested, "No! Not my mask!"
In an instant later, Ms Americana felt a weird flow of energy start at her feet. She noticed a slight distortion at the bottom of her duplicate's feet. And then, guessed that the same strange energy was flowing upon her lifeless twin. A moment later, the weird energy cascaded over her clone's costumed boots. The Queen of Justice watched in a mix of surprise and of fascination that her duplicate's red-and-white boots shimmer away.
She felt the weird energy flow over her colorful bikini bottoms. A moment later, her floss-like bottoms shimmered away to reveal her smooth, bare privates. Ms. Americana was thankful that her puffy, velvet-like lips were pressed together that concealed her inner pink. She watched the same red-white-and-blue bottoms shimmer away on her VR twin. Her pretty blue eyes widened in surprise to discover that her clone's privates was exactly the same as hers. There was no doubt in Ms. Americana's mind that her unknown captor had body scanned her arch-nemesis--the Nightmare Witch--to create the perfect clone of her.
A soft moan unexpectantly escaped from the captured super-heroine's luscious lips, as the weird energy simultaneously cascaded over her bare privates and her bubble-butt behind. Ms. Americana's reaction revealed the brief pleasure she had just experienced.
The German stranger remarked, "Ach dun! I should have connected the sensors. I didn't realize you were so sexually sensitive, Fraulein Americana!"
Ms. Americana wanted to spew angry words at him, but then she reminded herself that had a heroic code to follow. A heroic code where super-heroes don't spit rage-filled words at the villians.,
The buxom super-heroine watched as the weird energy caused her duplicate's golden belt and red gloves to shimmer away. At the same time, the Queen of Justice felt her own power belt disappear.
With her bare, flat stomach exposed, Ms. Americana felt as if invisible fingers were tickling her sides. She couldn't help giggling as the weird energy washed over her belly button. Her laugh was short, as if she was reacting to a funny joke.
The disembodied voice exclaimed in a mix of joy and surprise, "Ah, so you are incredibly ticklish too!"
Once again, the now barely costumed super-heroine pursed her luscious, ruby lips; instead of spitting curses back at her unknown captor.
Ms. Americana was too focused on surpressing her anger to keep track of the weird energy rising up her sexy body. Before she knew it, the weird energy was across her colorful bikini top. She, once again, had the surreal experience of watching her twin's bikini top shimmer away; while her own skimpy top disappeared.
"Sweet liberty!", the nearly naked super-heroine cried out.
Without the covering of her red-white-blue top, Ms. Americana's large, dark circular areoles and her big, dark nipples were fully exposed to the weird energy cascading over her. Like with her bare privates, the same energy aroused her areoles and nipples! The uncontrolled pleasuring of her dark nipples caused them to partially swell into dark buds.
The German stranger excitedly commented, "Once again, Fraulein Americana, you reveal how sexually sensitive you are! My friend would love to be alone with you."
The now topless super-heroine gritted her pearly white teeth as part of her focus to control her anger. Ms. Americana felt just as violated in being sexually aroused against her will, as when someone was sexually ravishing her. She also felt her 38G breasts feeling fuller from the cascading energy. The fullness of her bare breasts meant that her mammary glands were producing a fresh batch of breast milk. Due to her Aphrodite gene, the Queen of Justice produced breast milk at an incredibly rapid pace.
Somehow, she committed her captor's comment about his friend to memory.
The captive super-heroine was thankful, when the weird energy had finished passing over her lovely breasts. Ms. Americana tried masking her relief that she had not been forced to lactate.
She gulped nervously, when she felt the weird energy cascade over her neck. Ms. Americana had another surreal experience as she both felt her own dark colored choker disappear, while her VR twin's choker vanished.
Ms. Americana desperately pleaded, "Please, stop! Don't make my mask disappear!"
Suddenly, the naked super-heroine felt the weird energy freeze at the underside of her chin. She felt as if someone's hands were lightly placed around her throat. The seemingly invisible hands didn't apply enough pressure to choke Ms. Americana, but she definitely felt as if someone was threatening to choke her.
The Queen of Justice resisted her instinctive urge to pry away the invisible hands upon her neck, as she knew that only energy was upon her neck. Ms. Americana also didn't reveal to her unknown captor another reaction she was having from the weird energy.
The disembodied voice stated, "I realize, Fraulein Americana, that you are worried that I expose your secret identity. From my time with the Nightmare Witch, I already know how you are. And I don't care. I have no intentions of exposing you publicly, nor do I want to blackmail you. As I told you, I only care about my experiments."
The weird energy resumed rising up Ms. Americana's now naked body.
Despite her captor's apathy towards her secret identity, tears formed in the buxom super-heroine's blue eyes. The Queen of Justice helplessly felt the weird energy cascade over her bright blue domino mask. And then, a moment later, she simultaneously felt her costume mask disappear and watched her VR twin's mask vanish.
Ms. Americana's hands were balled up into tight fists of anger for the indignity of unmasking her! She mentally vowed that her captor would pay for exposing her secret identity!
Her unknown captor stated, "Wunderbar. Now, my experiments can begin."
--End of Part 1--