Title -- Ms. Americana: The Toy Master, Part 2
Author -- Kooster
email -- kooster69@gmail.com
Publishing month/year -- 10/13/2020
Disclaimer note: Ms. Americana, Brenda Wade, Omega Woman, the Green Spectre, Flag Girl, Professor Whirter, Delta City, and all other heroines, villains, and aliases mentioned herein are the copyright of Mr. X.
Ms. Americana scowled in disgust from the combination of things that had happened to her recently. She was upset that an unknown, and most likely new, villain had captured her. The buxom super-heroine was further enraged that she gazed directly at an exactly duplicate of herself in a virtual reality space. She helplessly--along with her VR twin--was stripped completely of her red-white-and-blue costume. And finally, despite her pleas, Ms. Americana's mask had vanished to expose her secret identity of Brenda Wade.
While no bonds held her in place, the Queen of Justice lacked the ability to move on her own.
The disembodied voice of her German captor spoke, "Now, Fraulein Americana, shall we start with my experiments?"
The naked super-heroine's mind raced to put together the pieces of the mystery that had resulted in her current predicament. The request by Professor Whirter to find out what had happened to the grave of his friend and colleague, Professor Puppenmacher. The discovery that someone had taken Puppenmacher's brain. Her capture by a mysterious man with a heavy German accent. And lastly, her unknown captor referring to a horny friend.
Like a finished puzzle, the pieces of information clicked into place!
"Great liberty!", the Queen of Justice exclaimed aloud. "You're...! You're Professor Puppenmacher!"
The German man responded, "Ah, yes! Very good, very good! You have correctly figured out who I am. No doubt that the Green Spectre would be proud of your deduction."
The naked super-heroine snarled, "I can do without your compliments, Puppenmacher! How can you still be alive? I saw your corpse. Or was that faked?"
Puppenmacher stated, "Nein, nein. You did indeed saw my dead body, but my mind is very much alive."
Ms. Americana spoke out her thoughts, "So that's why there was a scar around your head! You took your brain, like some perverted B-rated science-fiction movie."
The professor teased, "My colleague's words, Fraulein Americana, didn't do justice in describing your wonderful body. Looking upon you almost makes me wish that I still had my body."
The captive super-heroine taunted, "I knew you were a vile pig, Puppenmacher! If you didn't capture me to sexually ravish me, what do you want with me?!?"
The disembodied voice sighed. He conceded aloud, "Very well. I will engage you in the hero-villain banter."
Ms. Americana barked, "Hey, don't brush off the hero-villain talk! It's always worked to get you vile criminals to tell me your plans."
The German professor commented, "Then, your rogues--as the news likes to call them--like Warlock the Vegan Wizard must be incredibly dense. And now, I must reassess the Nightmare Witch's intelligence."
The brunette super-heroine, "Damn Hades, what are you going to do to me?!?"
Puppenmacher informed, "As you will be part of my experiments, Fraulein Americana, I will tell you now what I plan to do with you. While I can create identical physical or virtual clones of anyone, when I have sufficient data, I cannot create the spark of life. That is where you come in, as some say. My experiments will slowly, but surely, give my creation life."
Ms. Americana gasped aloud in shock, "Sweet liberty! How...?!? No one, not even the R&D at Wade Industries can do that!"
The German professor proudly announced, "You will watch, and then experience this process yourself."
After that statement, a shimmering sound was heard above Ms. Americana. She glanced up just in time to see a large, rectangular panel floating atop her in the virtual reality space. And then, which reminded Ms. Americana of what could happen in Hentai, her pretty blue eyes widened to see numerous cables erupt out of the floating panel.
As Brenda Wade, she knew about monster-like Hentai tentacles from her meetings with the Legal Department of Wade Industries. She had tasked her company's Legal Department to file lawsuits for the illegal use of Delta City's heroines. These lawsuits included the depiction of Ms. Americana, and her fellow compatriots, in XXX-rated Hentai.
"Great liberty!", the buxom super-heroine blurted out in shock.
Instead of seeking out her mouth or her bare privates, the animated cables attached themselves to various spots on her naked body. Cables attached to places all over her vulnerable body in a matter of seconds!
The first pair attached to the temples of her forehead. She next felt microfilaments snake out from the ends of the attached cables. These microfilaments somehow managed to penetrate her skull, and then embed themselves into the cerebrum of her brain.
Ms. Americana instinctively tried to blurt out one of her infamous exclamations, but then discovered that the microfilaments had already gained control of her brain's speech center!
The next pair of cables attached themselves to the sides of her throat! The captive super-heroine gulped as she felt microfilaments latching onto her vocal cords.
She could only detect, but not see, a thick cable snake its way through her lush, black hair. And then, this cable embedded itself onto the top of her spine on the back of neck! Ms. Americana sensed microfilaments seek out the top half of her spine.
The naked super-heroine suddenly experienced another thick cable attach itself to the base of her spine, just above her bubble-butt cheeks. She endured more microfilaments seeking out the bottom of her spine.
The two cables latched onto her back had completely gained control over her bodily movements! Ms. Americana was now immobilized as her physical body was with the metal shackles. She couldn't even twiddle her fingers.
The buxom super-heroine felt another cable attach itself to the valley between her 38G breasts. She felt microfilaments snake their away into her mammary glands.
Ms. Americana felt another cable latch itself just below her belly button. She felt microfilaments make their way into her pubic mound, while also attaching themselves to her privates. The helpless super-heroine felt microfilaments embed themselves into her internal clitoris, her vulva, her urethral opening, the opening of her inner pink, and her vaginal walls.
The Queen of Justice felt her ass cheeks spread apart on their own accord, and then sensed the last cable latch onto the rosebud of her anal ring! She expected this cable to force its way into her asshole. Instead, to her great relief and just like the other cables, Ms. Americana detected microfilaments make their way into the petals of anal rosebud, invade her sphincter, line her anal canal, and embed into her rectum.
Ms. Americana watched another set of cables attach to her VR twin in the identical manner. She guessed that microfilaments permeated her duplicate's sexy body as well.
The buxom super-heroine couldn't explain it, but she somehow felt the emptiness of her clone.
The disembodied German voice happily remarked, "Wunderbar! All connections are in the green."
Puppenmacher stated, "Now, let's go through some diagnostic tests."
Ms. Americana felt her right arm move away from her, and then hung horizontally in the virtual reality space. And then, to her horror and shock, she watched her duplicate's right arm move exactly the same way!
The naked super-heroine helplessly experienced her left arm move, and then watched her identical twin's left arm move with the exact same motion. And finally, Ms. Americana found her legs spread eagle. And then, her duplicate's legs mimicked the buxom super-heroine to spread eagle.
"Great liberty!", the Queen of Justice blurted out in a mix of shock and surprise.
The naked super-heroine was further surprised that she had regained her ability to speak freely.
And then, Ms. Americana heard something completely unexpected. She heard herself verbally repeated!
Her identical twin blurted out, "Great liberty!"
Her duplicate replicated perfectly Ms. Americana's tone and voice! Additionally, her identical twin perfectly mimicked her facial expression!
The naked super-heroine didn't know how, but Ms. Americana could now sense things within her duplicate: the movement of her twin's limbs; the intonation of one of her well-known catch phrases; and her facial expression imprinted onto her duplicate.
"Sweet liberty, what's happening?!?", Ms. Americana exclaimed.
Her perfect-looking duplicate exclaimed, "Sweet liberty, what's happening?!?"
Just like before, the buxom super-heroine sensed her just-spoken words and facial expression imprinted onto her identical twin.
The disembodied German voice proclaimed in joy, "Wunderbar! The connections are working better than I could have imagined."
Puppenmacher scolded to Ms. Americana, "And before you try to engage me in another round of senseless heroic-villain banter, you are muted once again."
The captured super-heroine found that she couldn't speak! She couldn't even move her luscious, ruby lips to silently mouth her words.
The professor happily remarked, "Ah, so enjoyable to have you as my puppet, Fraulein Americana! A puppet that will help me bring my toy of you to life!"
He mused aloud, "Hmm, toy. Yes, I do like the sound of that. And you will like this too, Fraulein Americana. You may call me 'The Toy Maker' from now on."
Ms. Americana, in her mind, was in no way going to cooperate with Puppenmacher by verbally calling him by his newfound name. She, however, felt a mild jolt of electricity from the microfilaments in her brain and from the ones in her vocal cords. A moment later, she found herself speaking.
She stated in a friendly tone, "The Toy Maker."
A moment later, her duplicate repeated flawless, "The Toy Maker."
Ms. Americana sensed her captor's villain-like name imprinted onto her identical twin.
The Toy Maker delightfully commented, "Wunderbar!"
He then said, "Let's make this permanent, Fraulein Americana."
The naked super-heroine detected a mild current flow from the microfilaments, and then into her cerebrum. She could feel the electrical current trying to affect her short-term and long-term memories! Specifically, Ms. Americana could tell that the electrically charged microfilaments were trying to replace the words "Professor Puppenmacher" and "Puppenmacher" with "The Toy Maker" in her memories.
Ms. Americana wanted to scream out a defiant "No!", but had lost the control over her speech.
Damn Hades!, she thought, This hurts!
As the microfilaments had taken complete control over her sexy body, the captive super-heroine couldn't even grit her pearly white teeth from the pain of have her mind changed.
The Queen of Justice mentally fought against the memories changes that The Toy--! No!, she told herself, Not that name! She was mentally fighting against Puppenma--!
Her head hurt like a splitting headache!
Hold onto his name!, Ms. Americana mentally focused upon. Puppen--!
The flow electrical current from the microfilaments didn't abate. Her head now hurt, as if someone had hit her from behind with a steel girder!
Pupp--?!? What's his name!?!, she wondered in her mind. Ms. Americana felt as if her captor's name was on the tip of her tongue.
The brunette super-heroine's head felt, as if she had been hit again with a steel girder!
Damn Hades! What's his name?!?, Ms. Americana tried to remember.
And then, much to her horror, she started to think of her captor by another name.
The Toy--!, she heard in her mind.
The pain to the back of Ms. Americana's head subsided to down to a headache.
The Toy Maker!, she again heard in her mind.
The Queen of Justice could now only recall her German captor as "The Toy Maker". Whatever other names or aliases Ms. Americana knew him by had been completely wiped from her memory.
The mental struggle to fight against the memory change in her cerebrum was too much for Ms. Americana. She passed out.
* * * * * * * * * *
A rather attractive looking blonde flew through the skies above Delta City. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled away from her to reveal her red domino mask, where the bottom part had pointed ends; her hazel eyes; and her luscious lips with a coat of metallic red lipstick.
Like all Delta City heroines, she wore a colorful--but revealing--costume. The blonde heroine wore a later version of her costume, as her original costume's brazier-like top could be pulled down too easily. This costume dressed the flying super-heroine in a tight-fitting red-and-black top that resembled a sleeveless exercise top. Her nearly perfect 40D breasts were encased within her top. And her recognizable white-and-red O symbol, with a hexagon-like yellow background was just above her large bosom. The bottom half of two golden stars were attached to the front sides of her mostly red top, while the top half of the same stars were attached a short cape. The top half of her cape was the same bright red color as her sleeveless top, while the bottom half of the same cape was a translucent black. The blonde super-heroine wore arm length black gloves, where the golden ripper was blatantly visible.
Her flat tummy and belly button were exposed, which she deliberately did as a subconscious target for evil doers to hit. With her limited invulnerability, vile villains wound up with either bruised knuckles or a broken hand after trying to gut punch her.
The blonde super-heroine wore conservative--when compared to other Delta City heroines--bottoms that completely covered her privates and most of her behind. Her red bottoms had a gold star just above her privates with a yellow upside-down triangle.
Her long, muscular legs were bare. And then, the flying super-heroine completed her costume with black boots.
This, of course, was the super-powered Omega Woman. In her civilian guise of Kameron Drake, she was a well-known astronaut who had been exposed to the Omega Beam. The Omega Beam triggered her Aphrodite gene that gave her super-human strength, flight, regenerative powers, and limited invulnerability. After gaining her Aphrodite powers, Kameron Drake went into reserve duty with the space agency so that she could dedicate her time as Omega Woman.
The flying super-heroine scanned the world below her one last time, and then descended. Like many times before, Omega Woman landed gracefully atop the rooftop of Wade Industries. Upon landing, some would believe that the buxom blonde resembled the goddess Aphrodite. In fact, when Omega Woman had been visited by Aphrodite upon gaining her super-powers, Aphrodite called the blonde super-heroine the Earth Aphrodite.
The red clad blonde unzipped the bottom of her long, black glove to reveal her wrist communicator. Omega Woman pressed the front metal mesh of her communicator, and then the communicator vibrated briefly to confirm that the wrist device was activated.
Omega Woman spoke into her wrist communicator, "This is Omega Woman reporting in."
The Green Spectre was heard through the device's speak. "Any good news?"
A younger, squeaker voice of a young woman was next heard. "Omega Woman, any signs of Ms. Americana?!?"
The blonde super-heroine stated, "I haven't sighted your mentor yet, Flag Girl."
Flag Girl shouted out, "But..! But it's been two days, since anyone has seen Ms. Americana! You have to find her!"
There was muffled audio for the next few moments, as the Green Spectre told Flag Girl to behave herself. As the Green Spectre was a mother herself, in her civilian guise of Axanna Morgan, she had plenty of experience dealing with teenage girls.
The Green Spectre mentioned, "Sorry about that Omega Woman."
Omega Woman replied, "Nothing that can't be helped. I'm encouraged at how devoted Flag Girl is to Ms. Americana. So, ace detective, what's our next move?"
The Green Spectre suggested aloud, "You could talk with Professor Whirter..."
The blonde super-heroine interrupted, "No, no, no! I'm hate being around that dirty, old professor! You know that the aura of my Omega energy turns him into a horny teenager around me."
The Green Spectre mentioned, "You could go back to Ms. Americana's last known location."
Omega Woman tirelessly responded, "Again? You've been at Professor Puppenmacher's destroyed lab. I've been there. Got Gal has been there. Aside from residue of a green gas, which only confirmed that Ms. Americana had been captured, there's nothing new that we're going to find there."
The Green Spectre huffed aloud, "Okay, hot shot, what do you suggest?"
Their conversation was interrupted by a high-pitched beeping noise sounding from Omega Woman's communicator.
Omega Woman stated, "Uh-oh, that's my emergency signal. Must dash."
The blonde super-heroine pressed the metal mesh of her wrist device again. This switched her communicator over to the emergency signal.
She spoke into her communicator with a very confident voice that would make Superman jealous. "Omega Woman here."
A panicked man's voice was heard. "Thank the stars that you're there, Omega Woman! The space agency has detected an unidentified object in Earth's upper atmosphere. This unknown craft has destroyed a communications satellite! Can you intercept and investigate?"
Omega Woman, without hesitation, answered, "Will do. Omega Woman, out."
The blonde super-heroine zipped up her left black glove. She then crouched down a little bit, which showcased the flexing of her upper thighs. Omega Woman called out, "Up, up, and up!" With a powerful push-off from her muscular legs, the red clad heroine flew off into the skies.
In the early days of her crime fight career, Omega Woman spoke a different catch-phrase. She, however, received letters to cease and desist from a certain blue-and-red boy scout. Despite being the Man of Steel, the blonde super-heroine mused, he was way too over-protective about himself.
Omega Woman rose higher and higher up in the air. The black translucent end of her short cape clung to her back. Her short, blonde hair had been pulled to the back of her head. While the breathable air thinned the higher she went, the blonde super-heroine--due to her astronaut training--was used to the changing atmospheres.
She soon reached the part of the Earth's atmosphere where there was barely any breathable air. And then, at that point, is when Omega Woman intercepted the unidentified object.
The UFO looked like a flying saucer from the early science-fiction movies. A flying saucer, which Omega Woman guessed, could hold a crew of five people. The top and bottom of this flying saucer had dark green glass. Small lights of blue, red, and yellow boarded the edges of this flying sauce, while also flashing excitedly.
For a brief moment, Omega Woman believed that she and the UFO were on a collision course with each other. And then, the flying saucer suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"By the stars!", Omega Woman muttered in surprise. "What is going on here?"
The blonde super-heroine flew around the UFO to examine it more closely. During this time, the unidentified object didn't react to her at all.
"Time to call this into the space agency.", the red clad blonde stated aloud.
Before she could reveal her wrist communicator, Omega Woman noticed bay doors open on the flying saucer. The open doors reminded her of a huge metallic mouth that could swallow her.
The blonde super-heroine shrugged her bare shoulders. She remarked to herself, "Better to be invited, than to be fired upon."
Omega Woman glided into the UFO. As soon as her black boots touched down upon the metal floor inside, the bay doors closed behind her! And unlike the slow closing doors on some sci-fi shows, these twin doors closed quickly! The bay doors came together with a loud clang.
The blonde super-heroine immediately growled in anger, and then raised her right fist behind her. She then landed a powerful punch into the metal wall! Another loud clang resounded.
"Ooowww!", Omega Woman winced. She shook her right hand from the pain of striking the metal wall.
Her hazel eyes saw the sizable dent that she had made with her super-punch, but her fist hadn't perforated the metal wall.
"By Saturn's rings!", she cursed. "My super-punch can go through steel. The walls of this flying saucer must be made out of a high tensile strength alloy!"
The various chirping and beeping noises behind her reminded Omega Woman that a crew must be piloting this UFO.
The buxom blonde turned around to where the sounds were coming from.
"By the stars!", she gasped in shock. "What's going on here?!?"
Instead of seeing one or more people as the flying saucer's crew, Omega Woman saw no one!
"A completely automated vessel?", she mused aloud.
The red clad super-heroine walked to what she guessed was the flying saucer's navigation controls.
"Time to land this bird.", she confidently announced.
After pressing a few buttons, gas bellowed from the control panel!
Omega Woman coughed, after unexpectedly taking in a lungful of the mysterious gas! She then instinctively backed away to the unmanned console behind her.
The first breath of the unknown gas was making Omega Woman weaker! She knew instantly what kind of gas was being used.
"Anesthetic gas! My one weakness!", she blurted in horror.
The red clad super-heroine feared the several effects that anesthetic gas had upon her! Omega Woman gripped the navigation console with her black gloved hands, and then tried to tear away the console. She grunted and huffed, but nothing happened!
"By the dark side of the moon!", she cursed. "The anesthetic gas has already sapped my super-strength!"
Another cloud of anesthetic gas bellowed out again! Omega Woman desperately covered her mouth, but then had already breathed in more of the gas.
The blonde super-heroine desperately tried to unzip her left black glove!
"Must call for help!", she frantically told herself.
Anesthetic gas not only sapped away the blonde super-heroine's super-strength, but the knock-out gas also triggered something else within her.
Omega Woman felt her heart beat faster. And then, she felt sweat form on her brow. She couldn't help herself from licking her luscious lips. Her saliva made her metallic red lipstick glisten even more. The red clad super-heroine felt a warmth grow within the inner pink of her privates. She felt her nipples and clit pulse.
"By the searing heat of Venus, not now!", the buxom super-heroine panicked aloud.
She couldn't help herself from dropping down to her knees in a crouching position. She licked her metallic red lips again. And then, her black gloved hands moved over to the front of her sleeveless red-and-black top. The front that concealed her massive 40D breasts.
Omega Woman moaned from the pleasure of touching her huge bosom. Her gloved hands squeezed the front of her twin mounds.
"Hmm...!", she purred delightfully. "That feels so good!"
The blonde super-heroine squeezed her large, contained breasts over and over again! Each squeeze caused her massive juggs to stretch out the fabric of her red-and-black sleeveless top. The brightly colored fabric strained from the spreading out of Omega Woman's breasts, but the fabric didn't tear open.
"I'm so horny!", the buxom super-heroine announced.
Her nipples swelled, while the horny blonde played with her large twin orbs, where two distinct buds were seen poking through the front of her red-and-black top.
Omega Woman used her right gloved hand to massage the front of her 40D breasts. Her left hand drifted down to the yellow upside-down triangle of her red bottoms.
"Stars and comets! That feels so good!", the horny super-heroine professed.
More anesthetic gas spewed from the remaining consoles of the unmanned flying saucer. In moments, the entire unmanned cockpit of the unmanned craft was filled with the knock-out gas.
Omega Woman coughed, as she breathed in more anesthetic gas. She was oblivious to her peril, as the anesthetic gas had awoken her lust.
The horny blonde gasped in pleasure, when her left gloved hand rubbed her concealed privates. Her fingertips had coaxed her now swollen clit from the folds of her pussy lips. The friction of her red bottoms only heightened the pleasure of rubbing her sensitive love button.
Before Omega Woman could pleasure herself further, her hazel eyes turned upwards. And then, only the whites of her eyes could be seen. Her mouth was gaped open in a cry of pleasure, just before her sexy body collapsed onto the metal floor. Her right hand remained over her concealed 40D breasts, while her left hand stayed over her clothed privates, as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Omega Woman had been defeated.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ms. Americana was still naked. Despite how realistic her surroundings looked, she was still confined within the virtual reality space created by the Toy Maker. The brunette super-heroine also had to remind herself that she wasn't actually within her own physical body. Using advanced technology, she had been linked to a perfect virtual representation of herself. She could feel and sense everything in this virtual space.
And right now, her entire 6'-1" tall body ached in places that she had forgotten about. The naked super-heroine hadn't felt this sore, since her first-time training just after gaining her super-powers.
Her current aches and pains resulted from the Toy Maker forcing her through a series of physical exercises and experiments. While stuck in her virtual body, Ms. Americana was under the complete and utter control of the Toy Maker. Her mysterious German captor forced her arms, legs, fingers, and toes to move in every way possible. And then, her pretty blue eyes, nose, and mouth were manipulated against her will.
The Queen of Justice was played around like a life-size puppet, so that all of her bodily movements could be imprinted upon the perfect physical clone of herself. The imprinting of Ms. Americana to her virtual twin was accomplished through a series of cables attached to various spots of her naked body. Each cable had a series of microfilaments that permeated her cerebrum, her upper and lower spine, and even her bare muff. Every time that the captive super-heroine did something, she could sense her action imprinted upon her duplicate. When the cables were attached to her for the first time, Ms. Americana could only sense her virtual twin as an empty shell. After being played around like a puppet, the naked super-heroine could sense that her clone contained a vast amount of Ms. Americana's motor skills.
Ms. Americana also sensed the amount of her vocabulary and of her emotions imprinted upon her duplicate.
The Toy Maker announced, "And now, Fraulein Americana, you and my beautiful creation will compete in a two-person Ironman Triathlon. This seemingly all-day race starts with the two-point-four mile swim."
The landscape of the virtual reality space shimmered, and then a large body of water appeared before Ms. Americana and her duplicate.
Still under the Toy Maker's control, the buxom super-heroine found herself entering the water. The cold water. She found her dark nipples instantly swelling in reaction to the cold water. In moments, her dark buds had become their fully engorged one-inch tips. Through the cables that linked herself to her perfect twin, Ms. Americana sensed the same physical reaction from her duplicate. Unlike the Ironman where competitors could swim however they wished, Ms. Americana had been forced to perform different swimming strokes.
Ms. Americana found herself lapsing into a level of comfort when she started freestyle. She gained confidence that could easily complete the 2.4-mile swim, but then panicked when she had been forced to switch to the backstroke. She was suddenly finding herself gliding through the cold water on her back. Her huge, firm breasts protruded from her chest like large flotation devices. She was thankful that her 38G breasts provided her buoyancy, which eased the strain of swimming the backstroke.
And then, the naked super-heroine was made to switch to the breaststroke. Ms. Americana disliked this swimming stroke, due to her huge breasts. Her massive twin orbs made it difficult for her to smoothly perform the breaststroke. Each time the buxom brunette surged forward, she had to fight against the buoyancy of her large bosom. After a while, the Queen of Justice felt that she was bobbing up-and-down in the water like a beach ball. Only the combination of her muscular arms and legs, and of her Aphrodite-imbued endurance allowed Ms. Americana to counter the never-ending bobbing of her massive 38G breasts. Otherwise, she would be making little progress in the cold water.
The naked super-heroine's pretty blue eyes widened in shock, when she next found herself swimming the butterfly! She hated this swimming style the most due. Her huge 38G breasts not only created unexpected buoyancy that Ms. Americana had to fight against, but also created a significant amount of drag. She propelled herself forward with her long arm stroke, but the drag of her large breasts reduced her forward momentum. The buxom super-heroine was thankful that the powerful kick of her muscular legs kept her forward motion going.
While Ms. Americana couldn't afford the time to visually keep track of her duplicate, she sensed via the attached cables that her clone was replicating her swimming strokes. This allowed her perfect twin to keep pace with the brunette super-heroine.
The Queen of Justice was thankful, when the Toy Maker switched her back to freestyle for the last leg of the 2.4-mile swim.
Both Ms. Americana and her duplicate emerged from the cold water at the same time. The naked super-heroine wasn't forced to move for a few minutes, where she had a brief respite to catch her breath. Her large mounds heaved forward with each huge lungful of fresh air that she took. And then, her massive breasts drew back when she exhaled. Her dark nipples were still engorged at their full one-inch length, which would swell down over time now that she was out of the cold water.
After a minute or so, two cycling bicycles appeared before herself and her duplicate. Each bicycle had a pair of filled plastic water bottles attached to their respective carbon fiber frames.
Ms. Americana felt a pair of calf-high red athletic socks appear upon her feet. And then, she felt a pair of red-white-and-blue high-quality athletic shoes appear over her covered feet. And finally, she felt a set of three athletic arm bands appear on her forearms. Each set consisted of a ruby red arm band, a white arm band, and a bright blue arm band. A moment later, the mostly naked super-heroine found herself rushing towards one of the bicycles.
The soles of her patriotic colored sneakers gained a hold onto the petals. Her bare hands firmly gripped the curved handles. And then, Ms. Americana pedaled off. Her lush, dark hair was pulled behind her like a flowing streamer. She grimaced from the wind of air passing over her slowly shrinking dark nipples. The naked super-heroine was thankful that the high speed gusts of air was not arousing her dark teats.
She recalled that this leg of the Ironman Triathlon was the 112-mile bicycle race. The brunette super-heroine had no control of her muscular legs. The Toy Maker, via the embedded microfilaments, forced her to cycle.
From the corner of her vision, Ms. Americana could see her duplicate keeping up with her. Her perfect twin still lacked any self-expression, and then biked with a blank stare upon her beautiful face.
They both raced on well-paved roads with gentle sloping, hilly terrain. The buxom super-heroine was thankful that her mysterious German captor wasn't forcing her to petal at a break-neck speed. When her cycling bike rolled downhill, she gained some forward momentum and a brief burst of speed. She was thankful for the small inclines, where her massive twin orbs didn't smash into her chin or suddenly get pulled down by the force of gravity. Ms. Americana couldn't move her arms to grab any of the attached water bottles. She guessed that the Toy Maker had forgotten her need to keep herself hydrated.
When the brunette super-heroine became comfortable with the smooth terrain, the road surface shimmered before her. And then, the pathed road changed to a bumpy dirt path. Ms. Americana was thankful that the dirt cloud that she generated wasn't high enough to reach her nose, eyes, or mouth.
The uneven surface of the dirt road, however, caused her bicycle to bounce up-and-down. While her huge 38G breasts only jiggled, her seat constantly mashed into her bare muff. Her jostling bike seat rubbed along the velvet-like folds of her cunt lips. The rubbing against vulva caused her pussy lips to swell, while also mimicking the motions of a vibrating sex wand. Ms. Americana was assaulted with a combination of discomfort from her bike seat hitting her privates, while at the same time finding herself sexual aroused. She pursed her luscious lips together in an attempt to muffle her moans of pleasure.
The naked super-heroine felt the familiar warmth ignite within the depths of her pussy. And then, felt the wetness of her juices accumulate as well. Her formerly flat-looking dark nipples swelled to two twin buds. Ms. Americana lost focus on the cycling race. She found that her muscular legs pumped at an uneven pace. Her uneven pedaling resulted in her bicycle jerking along, like a manual transmission car that hadn't been put into gear correctly.
Ms. Americana could hear with her hearing, which had been enhanced by the Aphrodite gene, a similar moaning of pleasure coming from her duplicate.
In moments, the constant rubbing of her bike seat against her privates had turned her pussy into a raging inferno. Her puffy cunt lips had been pushed apart. Her now swollen clit was in direct contact with the bike seat. Her dark nipples were, once again, engorged to their one-inch length. Her juices seems as hot as molten lava.
Despite her enhanced endurance and incredible healing factor from the Aphrodite gene, Ms. Americana felt how raw and sore her cunt had become from the repeated rubbing of the bike seat against her. She knew that her bare privates must have looked bright red by now. The naked super-heroine wouldn't be surprised if her beautiful face and upper chest were flushed red as well.
She felt the heat of her inner pink warm escape from her now opened pussy, and then warm her bike seat. And then, her bike seat became slick from her sweetness that could now flow out of her. Her still warm juices provided the much needed lubrication for her bike seat.
The horny super-heroine didn't know how, but also didn't care, how her bike seat rubbed along her now soaked cunt and swollen clit like a fast moving tongue. Part of her wanted the bumpy road to end, so that her mysterious German captor could stop seeing her sexual aroused. The other part of her wanted the bumpy road to go on forever, so that she could explode with a delightful climax.
Ms. Americana was still forced to petal. She welcomed her pedaling not in an effort to continue the part of the Ironman, but in an effort to keep her bike seat rubbing against her soaked cunt and engorged clit.
The disembodied voice of her captor spoke. "You want to orgasm, Fraulein Americana?"
With her voice still muted by the Toy Maker's control, the horny super-heroine could only vigorous shake her beautiful head.
The Toy Maker mused aloud, "I had not expected to experiment with the sexual arts so early..."
Ms. Americana's pretty blue eyes fluttered from her sexual arousal. She had difficulty focusing on the bumpy road. Her muscular legs mechanically kept pedaling. Her bike seat was covered with an ample amount of her pussy juice. And then, her clear sweetness dripped off the edges of her bike seat. She also felt her massive, 38G breasts become filled with the production of her breast milk.
One of the side effects of the Aphrodite gene for Ms. Americana is that she produced breast milk whenever she was sexually aroused. And unlike a normal woman, she produced breast milk at an incredibly rapid pace.
The naked super-heroine desperately wanted to stop biking, so that she could play with herself. Ms. Americana needed more than the rubbing bike seat to climax.
The Toy Maker commented, "Very well. I will grant you this one boon. You may stop biking, so that you can orgasm."
Ms. Americana felt greatly relieved that her German captor's words.
He continued, "You, however, can only orgasm with my beautiful creation."
The horny super-heroine didn't even react in disgust or shock, upon hearing the Toy Maker's words that she had to have lesbian sex. Her lustful mind was only filled with the need to climax!
The Toy Maker announced, "Biking stops now. You two have fun!"
Ms. Americana immediately felt the compulsion to pedal stop! She seemingly jumped off her cycling bike. As the horny super-heroine left her bicycle, she could feel the shimmer of energies making her red-white-and-blue wrist cuffs, her colorful athletic shoes, and her red socks disappear. She hear her bicycle crash to the dirt road, but didn't care. The horny super-heroine rushed her duplicate, who had also gotten off her own cycling bicycle.
And then, the cabled attached to each of the brunette beauties detached. The spots where the cables were attached had glowing red circles. The glowing red circles where the microfilaments were still embedded into them.
The buxom super-heroine locked her arms sweaty arms around her buxom twin, and then pressed her luscious lips against her duplicate's mouth. Both brunette ladies locked their mouths together, while their tongues lashed together. Their hands desperately groped at each other's backs.
Ms. Americana roughly grabbed the back of her duplicate's neck to break their kiss. The horny super-heroine found that her duplicate had done the same.
The brunette super-heroine lustfully demanded, "Sweet liberty! Enough of this!"
Her twin lustfully snarled, "Sweet liberty! Enough of this!"
Ms. Americana--despite that her actions, words, and emotions were replicated by her duplicate--was still the sexual aggressor. The horny super-heroine brought herself and her twin down to the ground. The dirt road beneath them had suddenly changed into soft, green grass.
The horny super-heroine entwined herself to be on top of her buxom duplicate in a 69 position. Her massive 38G breasts mashed against her twin's flat tummy, and then spread out like gigantic saucers. Her dark, elongated nipples flattened as well. Ms. Americana savagely gripped her twin's puffy cunt lips, and then pried open her clone's drenched sex. A stream of clear sweetness escaped from her duplicate's opened pussy. For a brief moment, her twin's glistening inner pink and engorged--seemingly button-like--clit was seen. Like a starved beast, Ms. Americana hungrily lapped away at her duplicate's constantly juicy inner pink.
A second or two off from Ms. Americana's lustful aggressiveness, her twin repeated the same actions.
Both horny brunette ladies mewed muffled moans of pleasure, while they still energetically orally pleasured each other. They both drew in breaths from their nostrils. Their noses flared wider each time they breathed in. And then, their hot breaths snorted out of their noses. Their snorting blew upon the fleshy area between their drenched and forbidden holes.
Ms. Americana barely registered tasting her own sweetness from her naked twin She only cared about sexually pleasuring her duplicate, until her lustful clone made her orgasm!
The protruding bud of her duplicate's engorged clit drew Ms. Americana's attention. Her twin's love button was still red from rubbing against her own bike seat. The horny super-heroine didn't care about how reddened or bruised her clone's clit looked. She opened her mouth, and then clamped her luscious lips onto her twin's clit!
Her naked, sweaty duplicate replicated Ms. Americana by latching her mouth directly onto the buxom super-heroine's engorged clit!
Both of the horny ladies reacted in exactly the same way, where her twin was just repeating what was being imprinted upon her. Their pretty blue eyes widened from the incredibly intense pleasure from the hard suckling of their love buttons. They both blurted a muffled "Sweet liberty!"
Ms. Americana felt how heavy and full her massive 38G breasts now felt. The girl-girl sex had triggered the brunette super-heroine's rapid breast milk production. While her huge juggs could burst from her breast milk, her flattened dark nipples prevented her breast milk from being released. Additionally, no one was tugging on or pinching her long teats to make Ms. Americana lactate.
The Queen of Justice was so close in cumming! Despite how expertly her duplicate was copying her muff diving, oral pleasure wasn't enough to make the horny super-heroine climax.
Ms. Americana removed her luscious lips from her twin's throbbing clit. She then lifted herself up slightly, and then used her left arm to prop herself up. Since the naked, sweaty super-heroine's chest was no longer directly pressed against her clone, the brunette super-heroine's large breasts regained their familiar perfectly circular shape. Her long, dark nipples scraped along her duplicate's flat tummy.
The buxom brunette aggressively plunged the middle finger and the ring finger of her right hand directly into the depths of her twin's drenched inner pink! As her twin was a perfect physical duplicate of Delta City's famous super-heroine, her clone didn't have an intact hymen to tear through. The abundant amount of pussy juice easily allowed the thickest fingers of Ms. Americana's right hand to bury themselves completely into her duplicate.
The Queen of Justice might have been surprised to hear her clone shriek out in ecstasy in being penetrated for the first time.
The Toy Maker silently gasped in joy, upon seeing his perfect duplicate of Ms. Americana react on her own! The former professor forced himself to keep quiet, so that he wouldn't disturb the highly erotic spectacle of the buxom super-heroine having lesbian sex with herself. His experiments were bearing the fruit of giving his creation the spark of sentience.
Ms. Americana bent her buried fingers. The horny super-heroine screamed a cry of pleasure, upon feeling her clone thrust her own fingers into Ms. Americana! She moved her fingertips like probes, until they found the supposedly secret G-spot that all women had.
Her duplicate screamed and grunted in joy, upon feeling Ms. Americana pleasure her G-spot! The intense pleasure would be too intense for most ladies to do anything else. Only the imprinting process forced her clone to replicate the buxom super-heroine's lustful actions.
Ms. Americana cried out, "Liberty bells!"
From the strong urge to climax, the brunette super-heroine flicked her fingers across her duplicate's hyper-sensitive G-spot!
The Queen of Justice was grunting and breathing so fast, as her twin expertly pleasured her own G-spot! She soon sounded as if she was hyperventilating from the intense erotic pleasure.
"Yes!", Ms. Americana and her clone panted in unison. They both desperately pleaded, "Make...!"
"Me...!"
Both big-breasted ladies grunted.
"Me...!"
The two naked, horny women could were breathing so fast to where they both could barely speak.
They both loudly sputtered out one last final word, "Cu--! C--!!! Cum!!!"
Both Ms. Americana and her perfect-looking duplicate gritted their pearly white teeth, and then tightly shut their pretty blue eyes. The buried and exposed fingers of their right hands tightly clenched their drenched pussies with a vice-like grip!
Their buxom, sweaty bodies trembled excitedly as their mutual orgasm exploded within each of them! Their quaking naked bodies then shook so violently to where it looked as if both brunette women were having an severe epileptic episode!
Despite that their drenched cunts were stuffed with the thickest fingers of their hands, their juices squirted out from the tiny gaps between their buried digits! The multitude of spraying juices resembled an incredibly leaky pipe that was going to burst. Sprays of clear sweetness rained upon both brunettes.
And then, both buxom ladies reacted to the next release of their orgasmic pleasure. Their pretty blue eyes flicked wide open. Their luscious lips stretched apart, until their mouths looked like the letter O. Lastly, their juice-coated bodies stopped shaking. For moments, both Ms. Americana and her duplicate were completely frozen like beautifully erotic statues.
When the peak of their mutual climax had passed, her twin collapsed underneath Ms. Americana. The naked super-heroine crumpled atop her duplicate. Both sexually satisfied ladies were unable to move. Their buxom bodies involuntarily shook with their post-orgasmic quakes. They both withdrew their fingers from each others spent cunts.
With no blockage to their still gaped opened privates, a semi-translucent flow of their feminine jizz and clear sweetness ebbed out of them. Ms. Americana's beautiful face laid on her twin's left thigh, where she watched in fascination the globby, white stream escape out of her duplicate's gaped-open cunt. She felt as if she was experiencing an out of body experience. The buxom super-heroine assumed that her clone was having the same feeling.
Ms. Americana smiled happily, while she recovered from her intense mutual orgasm. Her lack of attention made the Queen of Justice completely unprepared for what happened next!
Her duplicate suddenly moved out from under Ms. Americana. The naked super-heroine found herself laying face down upon the soft green grass. Her nostrils smelled the fragrant puddle of her twin's pussy. Instead of being able to enjoy smelling herself, Ms. Americana found herself rolled onto her back. And then, the buxom super-heroine looked up at her twin sitting upon her.
The Queen of Justice gasped in shock, "Great liberty!"
Ms. Americana discovered that her predicament worsened, as her arms were pinned to her sides by her duplicates strong legs. Without her energized power belt, the naked super-heroine could not tap into the super-strength of her Aphrodite gene.
The buxom super-heroine was thankful that her massive 38G breasts didn't reveal that they were full of breast milk by remaining firm and upright. She was also thankful that her dark nipples, despite staying fully swollen as their one-inch tips, were not leaking any of her breast milk.
Her clone wickedly teased, "So, Liebchin, do you want me to help you with your other release?"
Ms. Americana muttered in surprise, "Sweet liberty! You sound just like me!"
Outside of the virtual reality space, the Toy Maker watched in awe as his creation moved, spoke, and behaved independently of the learning bond with Ms. Americana! He had believed that it would take several more days of his experiments to bring the spark of life into his creation. He never would have believed that sex was the key to ignite sentience in his creation. His thoughts that sex was the key appeared on a nearby screen, which he used to record his log entries.
The Toy Maker wanted to speak to his beautiful creation, but then he refrained from getting involved to see what would transpire.
The Queen of Justice wiggled defiantly in an attempt to free herself from her twin's wrestling-like pin. She grunted aloud, "Let me go, you...you!"
Her duplicate wagged a disapproving finger. She scolded, "Tsk. Tsk. Stop being so naughty, Brenda."
Her twin then remarked, "Actually, we were both very naughty! And you know what, I loved it."
Ms. Americana demanded, "Stop this at once, you!"
Her naked duplicate remarked, "There you go again, Brenda. Not taking the time to ask my name!"
The trapped super-heroine stopped struggling, and then decided to play along. She politely asked, "What's your name?"
Her duplicate announced, "My name is Rena. And not 'Rena Wade'. I have no intention of wanting your wealth, or being related to you."
Rena?, the brunette super-heroine thought. She knew that "Rena" was a nickname for "Brenda". Ms. Americana was thankful that Rena didn't want to replace her in either her super-heroic identity or in her real life. The buxom super-heroine had enough trouble with the Nightmare Witch's constant scheming to replace her.
Ms. Americana was brought out of her mental musing, when she felt Rena's hands grasp her large 38G breasts. A moan of pleasure escaped from the naked super-heroine's luscious lips. Despite just cumming from a mind-blowing orgasm, her sexy body always enjoyed being touched.
Rena deliberately avoided touching the captive brunette's elongated dark nipples.
The brunette super-heroine then remembered that her twin udders were fit to bursting with her breast milk!
The Queen of Justice demanded, "Take you hands off of me, Rena!"
Rena feigned an innocent voice, "Whatever do you mean, Ms. Wade? Are you afraid that I'll do this?!?"
Ms. Americana was shocked as she felt Rena's fingers dig into her titty flesh! The buxom super-heroine grunted, upon feeling Rena's hands squeeze her massive twin orbs! The squeezing exerted increased pressure upon her milk-filled juggs that made Ms. Americana's large breasts hurt.
The naked super-heroine hissed, "Liberty bells, please stop! That hurts!"
Rena taunted, "Aw, Brenda, does my little itty bitty squeeze hurt?"
Her twin offered aloud, "I can make the hurt go away, Brenda."
Ms. Americana demanded, "You can stopping hurting me, Rena, by taking your hands off of me."
Rena remarked, "Let me show you what I mean."
Her naked twin grasped the upper part of Ms. Americana's breasts, which encompassed her large dark perfectly circular areoles and her still elongated dark nipples. And then, Rena squeezed.
The Queen of Justice moaned in pleasure from Rena's squeezing. Whatever her twin was doing, it was exactly the right thing to do. The buxom super-heroine felt a warm surge from the milk ducts within her massive twin orbs. And then, the same warmth traveled into her engorged nipples.
A moment later, thin, white geyser-like sprays of Ms. Americana's breast milk jetted out from some of many tiny pores along her one-inch long dark nipples.
Rena mocked, "Oooh, look at that! Thar she blows!"
The unexpected expressing of Ms. Americana's breast milk released endorphins into her sexy body. The endorphins made her feel good.
A few moments later, Rena released the buxom super-heroine's twin udders. Her twin glanced at her hands in fascination at the fresh breast milk that covered her.
Ms. Americana noticed that the some of her breast milk had rained down away from her dark areoles. And then, those white droplets rolled down the curved edges of her huge breasts.
Rena shivered. At the same time, the brunette super-heroine sensed that her ability to produce breast milk and to lactate had been imprinted upon her duplicate.
Rena cooed, "Oooh, Brenda, did you feel that? I just gained your ability to lactate! I can't wait to see if I lactate the next time I have sex."
Her twin taunted, "Maybe I should fuck my brains out with Professor Whirter?!?"
Rena wickedly laughed. She continued, "I bet you'd love to see that, Brenda! I know that the dirty old professor would love to finally fuck you, one of his fantasy girls. He wouldn't even know that I'm you're twin. Then again, Professor Whirter wants to fuck all of you super-heroines."
Ms. Americana blurted out a warning, "You leave Professor Whirter alone!"
Rena advised, "Chillax, Brenda. Stop taking me so seriously! With a sexy, big-breasted body like mine, I think that Master has other plans of who I get to fuck."
From where he observed his virtual reality space, the Toy Maker felt so endeared that his creation--his Rena--called him "Master". He mused the word "Master" in his mind. And then thought about recasting himself as "The Toy Master".
Rena mocked, "Where are my manners? I'm talking about myself, Brenda, when I'm here to help you."
Ms. Americana growled, "You can stop helping me, Rena."
Rena further mocked, "Nope, Brenda, that didn't deter me at all. Geez, you really are bad at this super-heroine stuff."
Her twin deliberately mused aloud, "Now, where was I? Oh yeah...but let's add a spin to this."
Once again, Rena grasped Ms. Americana's still milk filled udders just below her dark areoles. And then, her twin yanked the buxom super-heroine's left breast upwards while simultaneously squeezing hard! She then blurted out, "Brum!"
Ms. Americana gasped in shock, as a powerful white stream of her breast milk spewed out of her elongated left nipple! Unlike the tiny white trickles earlier, this stream of breast milk was at least a foot long while also shooting high up into the air.
The lactating super-heroine moaned from the accompanying release of pleasurable endorphins.
Rena milked the buxom super-heroine's right milk filled udder in the same manner. She once again blurted out, "Brum!"
A strong white stream of breast milk seemingly exploded out of Ms. Americana's right nipple. The brunette super-heroine's blue eyes rolled back from another release of pleasure-inducing endorphins.
Rena continued milking the helpless Ms. Americana over-and-over again. Each time her twin milked the buxom super-heroine, Rena sounded out another "Brum!" or "De brum!"
Rena delightfully called out, "Look Master, I'm making a classical song!"
Ms. Americana was soon oblivious in how cruelly her twin was milking her. She was overwhelmed with joyful pleasure from the constant release of endorphins, as she was forced to lactate over-and-over again. The high levels of endorphins coursing through the lactating super-heroine's sexy body gave her a drug-induced high. Her pretty blue eyes were rolled back, where only the whites of her eyes could be seen. And her luscious lips were spread out into a silly, but happy. A dorky smile that was plastered upon her beautiful face. Her vision was flooded with bright white, as if she was flying higher and higher up in the sky.
The Queen of Justice couldn't help herself from smiling. Her luscious ruby lips were spread out in a silly ass grin. Here pearly white teeth sparkled from the open gap of her mouth. Drool escaped from the corners of her mouth. Someone looking upon the prone Ms. Americana would think that she had just been gassed by a certain Prince of Crime.
Rena continued her cruel milking of Ms. Americana's massive 38G breasts, until nothing expressed out. The naked superheroine's breasts were bright red from savage milking, while her regularly dark areoles and elongated nipples were crimson red.
The surrounding air reeked of breast milk. To the now sentient clone of Ms. Americana, however, the air smelled of conquest.
--End Part 2--